Chapter three

On the day of my one-hundredth year, the situation could not have gone any worst than I thought!!!

I spent those three days practicing with this new body, and it still didn't prove to be as helpful as this body was frail.

I was at a complete disadvantage leading up to this fight. My gut still told me the bounty would send me into an ambush. How could I hold my face if I couldn't handle some small fry?

Or at least that's what I thought until a battalion of demons led by a Chief Demon decided to use the bounty on me to hunt me.

That had pissed me off!!

I knew it was a setup, but for him to try and collect my bounty was pretty low. So the odds even out since I teamed up with the Fallen Angel.

The enemy of my Enemy is my friend, and at this point, that holds. I will not be naive in a dark place.

In crazy coincidences, the fallen angel was a tad bit stronger than me, but the demon's strength was more significant than ours combined.

We battle for God knows how long. Who knew physical injuries could hurt after you run out of stamina?

I could only cheat for so long.

It was worth it, though; after we exhausted ourselves, I stabbed the fallen angel in his back with a flaming arm entirely of Auburn orange and blue flames.

I learn to be treacherous in this place, and I know it'll always stick with me. That's why I developed a thought process to only trust after knowing a person's intentions.

I spent a bit devouring all the corpses as I hurried around the charred ground and bodies. The destruction was so marvelous it gave me a headache.

Flames were still burning on the ground.

Right after I completed my dinner for the day, I started glowing orange and blue, and a magical cocoon wrapped around me. I felt myself starting to get sleepy, and the last thing I saw was a Joker Face.

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Just sitting in this cocoon, It had felt like I had died and was reborn as a child. I didn't know how long I was consciously aware of my surroundings, but I always felt two powerful life forces every once in a while.

TWO STRANGERS POV

Sorcerer Supreme Yao: Godking Odin, what has made you come to this fragmented dimension?

Godking Odin: I have seen what has happened here. I will raise him as an adopted son.

(Surprise appeared on the Sorcerer Supreme Yao's face. To think Odin would show a soft side after so many years, Thought Yao. )

SSY: Do you know what this is? Yao said, questioning Odin. It gives off a powerful mystical fire. Said Yao to Odin.

GKO: He's a Phenix with ninetails. Who is quite capable even if he was a real Phenix at that time said Odin to Yao.

(At that time thought, Yao )

Do you mean he's not a Phoenix now? Yao asked with a look of surprise once again.

The Sorcerer Yao had a lot of questions now, but Odin beat her to them with his following sentence, which left her speechless.

Furthermore, I observed what I found unique, so now I want it to be a part of Asgard, even in name only. At least when I watched him from a distance, that's how I felt Said, Odin.

I suspected he might not have any human rationality if he became more like us, Thought Odin. Odin had not been naive enough to tell her that part.

Cunning as always, thought Yao as she saw how Odin's eyes lit up when he spoke of the being inside the cocoon.

Well, see you later, GodKing Odin said SS Yao as she stepped through an orange runic circle.

Odin turnaround as the ball of fire was absorbed in the Phoenix's body. From a distance, Odin noticed what seemed to be a small child standing in front of him.

He had Orange and Blue Spiky hair with an orange color that faded into the tips of his hair.

He had a look of a delinquent. It seemed as if his hair was alive while on fire as he danced in the windless dimension. He has a mischievous smile, no less than that. He had nine small flaming tails casually swaying behind him and Orange and spiky blue hair with dark tanned skin. He had one orange eye and one blue eye.

I stroked my beard and looked at the little kid in thought; what should I name the young lad?

I uttered to the small lad that his new name would be Logi.

LOGI Phenixson POV

It's been two years since my Adopted father Odin took me in. Living in the Royal Palace didn't suit my tastes but I relish it nonetheless.

It's nineteen-fifty in the calendar year of the earth and January 1.

Happy New Year!

I am in an Alternate Marvel Universe but I found something unique about me. My fire magic has reached a bottleneck. It will not increase for at least fifty years.

The weird thing is my fire is similar to a Spirit Of Vengeance, a Human Torch, and A Fire Logia.

I'm the FireMan, Orange Blue flames. My flames darken the angrier I get. Odin didn't allow me to use my fire so I could only train my body physically.

I did not like it my first time around Loki took advantage of me to say little brother needs training.

I call bullshit. He did not hold back his punches during my training as a warrior.

Where is Child Protective Services when you need them?

Asshole!!

After so many beatings from Loki and Thor beating me and Loki. I started strengthening my muscle by channeling the Healing flames.

I also have two sets of wings but I can only use the physical wings right now they have autumn orange and Auburn blue feathers.

Frigg taught me how to speak the Norse language, dwarven Language, and English once she saw my eagerness to learn. Although I have great combat skills I loved to study different crafts more than combat.

I realize early on in my young life that I took on a heavy obsession with rune craft. That runecraft skill later saved me a lot of beatings from those brutes of brothers I have.

Like fire, I was a very hot head which had me being beaten mercilessly for starting confrontations with the palace guard and other lower Norse Gods.

Frigg was scary than Odin if you asked me but that is a strong woman for you. I called her mom after the first year in Asgard. My combat potential has been praised to be as good as Thor's.

She didn't take kindly to my fighting with the royal guard, and when I didn't get my way, so she sent me on training expeditions with Thor.

Let's just say I look like a chibi Baki!

Physically I look like an Asgardian God in real life. I'm only twelve years old but my body has evolved nicely I must say.

The first friend I met outside of the AESIR people was a Frost Giant but that's for another day.

My attitude grew in arrogance day by day and Thor, Loki, and Vidar best it out of me each chance they got.

Vidar Odinson being the oldest had White-Gold hair, Golden eyes creme skin tone, and stood about six foot four he was the God of Peace and Vengeance.

Who knew a God of peace would be a battle manic? Well, at least he's intelligent enough not to be dense.

Loki Odinson is the second son he is a God of Mischief but he likes to torture little kids if you ask me. Give him green fur and I'll call him grinch but not to his face im not very fond of suicide even tho im a hard kill.

Thor Odinson the third son blonde hair with red streaks also my combat instructor. He's a real slave driver he had Loki teach me problematic politics while Vidar taught me how to focus on controlling my magic.

Odin Borison went over everything that I learned from my brothers. Then he taught me personally himself after my first year in Asgard. That was even worst than the brothers, I curse Odin whenever he wasn't approximately near me.

This small body kept me in check but the benefits of near-death helped me. Thank you person I want to punch them in the face when I catch him whoever he may be.

The dwarves help me with insight into a pet project I was working on. Anime memories are a huge plus when you need shortcuts in life.