"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I screamed into my pillow.

  "Now, this is quite a sight!" Victoria mockingly said, "What happened?"

  "that damn man child Eroma is corrupting our Falis." I cried, glaring at my little sis who's expression began to shift.

  "Wait…… I'm sorry what!?" She said, drawing closer to my bed, sending chills down my spine, "Elsa, why the hell is our Little brother doing with that demented sex fiend?"

  "That damn bastard, Arsene forced me. I only found out today; a faceless delivered a message to me."

  "Is he on Asgard?" She rushed to say, holding a frightened expression of that of a mother.

  "I'm afraid you two do not need to know. Falis is in good…… Well, safe hands with my brother." Siad Grey. Stepping into my room without so much as a knock.

  "What happened to that gentlemanly demeanor?"

  "I would recommend none of you talk about our affairs. There are eyes everywhere, or did you forget we are in enemy territory?" He indifferently said, in one of these suits Arsene likes to wear gripping a strange-looking tome."

  "I don't care your damn brother has my little brother, and we want him back!" Victoria screamed, taking hold of Grey's collar.

  Showing no reaction, he sighed, "You two are so annoying, Thank God, pink is different. She is so kind and loving. You two should learn from her."

  "So when you get your wife back and have a son. Are you going to let Eroma just take him away out of the blue?"

  "Hell no!" Grey hastily said, gently coughing at the strange outburst. he shook his head."Anyway, he is safe, and it wasn't my choice Arsene and Eroma were doing something. But it could be beneficial for the boy. Aside from being a bit of a perv, Eroma is a master in many fields."

  "Greyson Snow, if our brother comes back different, I promise you I will castrate you and your dare brother." I venomously said from the bottom of my heart.

  We had all been through many things, especially Falis. It was cruel of Master, but the young boy she took was gone. He was turned into a monster who only knew how to kill. And Arsene was no better.

  We sisters tried to help, but there was only so much damage we could mend. The change from humans into what we were was torture. Something I wished only upon my worse enemies. During that hell, we had none of our seven senses. But our minds were working, growing faster than many would believe.

  In the beginning, our racial change had felt like seconds; however, those seconds slowly began to multiply. Many of us tried to count but stopped after seven thousand years, forced to gaze upon nothingness for so long with nothing but our thoughts. We broke there. It was not till we were able to communicate in the cocoon did we grow into a family. But Falis, that little boy had it the worse.

  We had to reteach him how to read, write, talk. Everything, every so often, due to how underdeveloped he was. It was tragic.

  "We are serious Grey, Falis needs to be safe. He is the closes thing we sister have to a family." Victoria helplessly said, loosening her grip.

  Releasing a heavy breath, he sighed, "I am not my nephew. I am not a cruel monster, and my brother also isn't. He will not force the boy to do anything truly against his will. Now then, shall we go? We have a meeting with the gods, and guess who is here?"

  "THor," I coldly uttered, receiving an affirmative nod, "It's mind-boggling how he is still alive. Does he truly have so much support that Tyr cannot take over?"

  "The Odin force runs strong within Thor, so it's making things difficult." he said, turning to leave, "Anyway, let's go; I am sure everyone is waiting."

  Dressing my disheveled hair, I gritted my teeth. Following behind Grey alongside my sister. Walking through the silver and gold halls that seemed to stretch almost indefinitely, we came to a halt before a mighty door towering over us.

  Grey, for some reason, smiled but did not comment. Holding his stance for a few seconds, he turned around, "Let's go. It would seem they are not serious. Guess Arsene has bested me." He stated without blinking an eye to my surprise.

  Suddenly the cranking of doors being open resounded, but Grey did not turn to look, continuing with a sense of pride and grace. Holding his head high, Lord Grayson held a charming smile that betrayed the contempt upon his lips as a chilling howl resounded.

  "HALT!"

  However, Greyson did not seem to hold much concern in the heavy voice of Thor. After all, Greyson was known to all for his pride. He was a cold, calculating man, that had a profound sense of pride. He would not lower for anyone, not even Arsene. It was probably his only weakness if I had to say.

  "I said halt! or did I not make myself clear?" Thor bellowed from within the threshold of that door.

  Crossing my arm around Victoria, she smiled as I returned with mine, following behind Grey when all of a sudden, Tyr, the one-arm God of War, appeared with a saddening smile.

  "Forgive me for being tarried, "He said, lowering his head before Greyson. Holding his stare upon the man Greyson too bowed.

  "I accepted. But it would seem like Thor has other designs." Said Grey with a dark smile that sent shivers down those that saw it.

  "Thor doesn't speak for me, nor does Asgard. Please follow me; we shall not be discussing over the round table but through the streets of Asgard."

  "Hoping I would not bring the war to your land?"

  "You are related to the Ashen King."

  "Yes, quite right, but I am not one for mindless slaughter," Greyson said, as I recalled all the reports of villages and various members of nobility vanishing in single nights. The man was not quite like Arsene, who was very blunt about it, but he was a monster in his own right. All, Snow's were bastards.

  "Indeed, " He said, walking head as thor bellowed in rage. Glancing back to the God of Thunder, my eyes grew wide at his pitiful appearance. He was wrapped in gauze with over ten men and women pumping some type of energy into him.

  "You already have control of the Vanirs, giving you quite the advantage."

  "Yes, but Arsene wishes for War. One with only mortals, of course." Siad Grey, strolling side by side with the one-arm God. "I am sure you understand. Demons and devils, of course."

  "What is it you're after, Sir Greyson?" Tyr solemnly asked, staring straight ahead.

  "A price must be made. As a god of War, I am sure you understand. Everything comes with a price."

  Turning to Grey for a second, the God of War frown, "For a mortal, you seem to know how Gods operate. Spells, Rituals, Qi, Artes, everything from thereon comes at a price. Even Demons and Devils are not exempted. So what do you have in mind?"