"I don't do crazy!"

  "Yeah, I don't think she skinned herself then proceeded to have a stillborn suck at her tit!" Astrid voiced, "Look at her! She is clearly broken."

  "It's the curse of my cock! It happens. Let's just head back."

  "Arsene, be serious," Tyr sternly replied, "this is wrong on so many levels."

  Releasing a sigh, knowing they were a bit right, I eyed the Altor that rested beside Lisa. Noticing the pentagram symbolizing sacrifice, I turned towards the child upon her chest and then towards the tunnel we traveled from. While I was not an expert due to how complex Infernal Formations were, it was plainly obvious Lisa was in the middle of No! Infernus was trying to summon something from The Nine Hells.

  "Lisa…… darling, can you tell me why you are here?" I asked, not bothering to peer into miss crazies heart, and I figured there were some things best not seen. "Also, what this deprave cult is trying to summon?"

  "Summon?" Lisa giggled, touching her chin with her rotting flesh, "What are you talking about? We are in the middle of the station? Have you seen the captain?"

  Nodding in understanding, I instantly turned around, "Let's go, this bitch is crazy!"

  "Arsene!" Tyr and Astrid coldly scolded.

  "What the hell do you want from me? The best I can do is kill her. Honestly, I do not even want her soul; I can even pray that it goes to the Seven Heavens. this is fucked up."

  Shaking his head Tyr scoffed, "It's the least we can do, plus we are not alone. Isn't that right, brother?"

  "You truly are one of most powerful amongst us, even Odin a way feared you. were it not for the Great Change twisting reality creating these damn incarnations, our Pantheon would continue to reign supreme." A faded image said, coming into view.

  "That era is lost, Heimdall, and will never return! We were not the only ones to fall. Many pantheons, including the Nine Hells and the Seven Heavens, the two Great balances of Good and Evil was altered, but they still thrive." said Tyr confusing me immensely.

  Committing the image of Heimdall, I narrowed my gaze towards the snow-white hair falling to his shoulders, the powerful muscles covered in scars, and the third eye between his brow. He was a little handsome if you ignored the large rainbow-colored eye though there was an aloof air around the man in silver robes.

  "You may accept it, Tyr, but I, along with many, do not. We wonder about the Bed of Chaos-like fucking dogs in search of our home lost during the great change. Do the inheart memories of our homes not plague you? We are stuck in an infinity repeat of history, and no matter what we do, the next incarnations will follow the same as us. Look at your hand. No matter how you tried to stop it, it was still severed, and during Ragnorok, you two will die. So are history has been written."

  So that is what it means to be an incarnation of a Pantheon…… does this mean Bael, Asmodeus, and the others are the same? Are they two stuck? And what the hell is the Bed of Chaos?

  "So this? This madness is your solution?" Tyr inquired, unable to even look at Heimdall. "You got into bed with the Nines?"

  "Yes, I will not be a slave to destiny. The Twelve Planes were without change, while Hell and Heaven did suffer due to some unknown power they are not bound to the destiny within the Realm of Blood."

  "But The Devil Hierarchy still has incarnations!" I insisted, joining in, "How could they not be a part of it?" I said, clearly remembering Asmodeus himself was the second incarnation of the original.

  "The great change did not affect the Twelve Planes. They remained whole and safe! No one knows the reason for this but—"

  "Wait, how do you all even know about the Great Change? I was told only the most powerful gods in creation knows?"

  "Because both Heimdall and I traveled to Eleyseim, it was there we learned a few secrets. " Siad Tyr drawing a golden sword and shield covered in ancient runes from space around him. "but there is no justification for this brother…… Heimdal."

  Taking a step back, I narrowed my gaze towards the tense atmosphere. Tyr only held one hand, yet using his divinity, a magical hand began to form, allowing him to grip his shield without worry. Heimdall, however, stood still while a rainbow-colored divinity began to rise within the air.

  "Heimdall, you will perish today, that I can promise!" shouted a furious Tyr blinking out to my perception along with Heimdall.

  "Well shit, things really escalated, didn't they," I whispered, touching my beating heart, "But that was exhilarating, don't you think?!"

  Consumed with killing intent, Astrid scoffed, "What? An uncle who may have manipulated Thor into having his children **** me is now working with A prince of hell and is now fighting my Uncle Tyr. One of the few gods who genuinely cared for me!" She voiced with untamed hatred vanishing as well.

  Snickering at the little game, I turned my gaze back to Lisa, smiling back like nothing had happened. "You cannot hide. Please do me the honor in showing yourself."

  Feeling another shadow hidden within the Dao of Space, a flaming spear appeared within my palms. Taking a deep whiff of the rotting air, I hoisted my spear up, blasting it towards Lisa's chest.

  Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared, gripping a copper sword spitting my shadow spear in half. Arching my lips, another flaming spear appeared within my palms, "Andor so its…… Who are you?" I questioned, noticing a massive difference.

  Bellowing in depraved laughter, the look-alike howled, exploding out with demonic Qi. Blasting Lisa away like a rag doll, blood exploded from the rotting flesh upon her body, yet only a warm smile seemed to appear.

  "Rave, you're here!" She lovingly shouted, ignoring the shattered bones sticking out from her legs.

  Laughing as Lisa wrapped her broken arms around him, the stranger consumed in a cruel light licked his lips, "I am Kain, and Lisa is now mine." He stated.

  "This may be the most confusing day I have ever had in my entire life! Sure, buddy, take her. She is all yours." I kindly said, ready to leave.

  "You don't want her?"