15 The GodButcher 2

3 Days Later

In The Land That Will Be Future Russia

In the snowy landscape of the territory of the Slavs, Thor has led his warriors to the banks of the Neva River. Cold winds blows whirlwinds of freezing mist everywhere, barely making the approaching armada of Slavs visible.

Thor's warriors begin to engage in battle, axes and swords beat against their shields, making an intimidating visage and sound.

"HAHAHA! We can wait no longer! My men hinger for death and plunder! Let the battle begin." Ulfar announces to his brothers in battle, each crazed with ideas of glory.

"Wait..I did not cross a ocean to face a bunch of Slavs with spears! Thor was told there would be gods here!" Thor says irritated.

"When 'Perun, the Storm Lord' and 'Chernobog The Black' come flying in on their winged stallions, golden axes in hand, thunderbolts flying, you will sing a different song!" A slav warrior across the mist yells towards them.

"HERE THEY COME!" Another Slav yells.

"Lord Perun!"

"Is it….Is it him?"

"Wait..I dont see…"

Mutters from the Slavics sound out.

"That..is your god?" Thor asks as he sees something appear through the mist.

A snow white stead with giant wings appears from the mist, stunning the mortals with it majestic appearance. Thor notices the traces of blood on its back.

"Behold the bloody horse of doom! Defender of Slavs!" A viking says mockingly.

"..That is Perun's stead..but where is our great god?" A slav asks his brethren.

Thor walks up to the stead, grabbing its reins-

"Lord Thor. It would appear their gods haven't the nerve to face you. Might we have your leave to—"

"Do as you wish." Thor says as he hops onto the horse and steers it into the sky.

As he flys higher and higher, the battlefield disappears and rain of blood hits him and the horse.

'The clouds drip blood…Godblood. Immortals have died in these skies today.'

Thor sees a black stead, racing towards him through the clouds, its wings beating rapidly in fright.

'And if would appear the rain of death has just begun.' Thor says internally.

The black stead dives right past him, its rider cloaked in darkness infused chainmail and briefs. The head..missing, blood still pouring out the stump.

'Chernobog The Black, I presume? A bloody, riderless horse and a headless god. Someone has ruined my fun for the day.'

*SLASHH*

Thor is taken aback by a sudden attack from an unknown enemy. A slash of darkened energy, slices through the horses front legs and severs its head from its body, killing it.

Shocked, Thor is thrown of the horse backwards, "Feel that little lord of heaven? That sense of helplessness as you fall? Thats how it is to be mortal." A voice, drowning in rage, speaks condescendingly.

His figure is revealed, sickly white skin with void black liquid in his veins. His body slim from his excessive insanity. Teeth filed for biting throats out.

Naked except a hood of pure darkness stretches out, the ends morphing into blades.

"NEXT YOU WILL LEARN HOW IT FEELS TO BE BUTCHERED!" He screams.

Thor descends, speedily. Saving himself by grabbing onto the still fleeing stead of Chernobog and he flies back yelling, "My name is Thor Odinson, warrior born and the last god you will ever see!"

"Asgardian? I've never killed one of you before."

With that said, the two start fighting in the skies, exchanging blow after blow. However Gorr's weapons are unlike anything Thors has ever seen before. They form and whip about, striking perfectly.

Once again swinging his axe with the fury of a storm god, his attack is nullified by Gorr's darkness, forming a shield of absent light, then changing into spears of void like deadliness.

Cutting and slicing through his asgardian armor like butter, drawing blood from his wounds.

"Ahh, a fighter. I do so love the fighters. You'd be so surprised with how many die screaming like children."

Now stunned for a moment, his whip like tendrils snap against Thor's body, sending him flying of the black horse. Trying to fight off Gorr's iron like grip, he pummels his monster like face, while they both plummet through the air.

Gorr, wanting to make Thor suffer immensely, stabs his black blade through Thor's stomach.

"You're used to fighting things that shiver before you and gawk in awe at your greatness. Aren't you, god of asgard!?"

Gorr stabs into Thor once again. A roar of pain exits his mouth.

"What are you the god of again?" Gorr asks rhetorically.

"Ahhhhh." Thor screams from Gorr's torture.

"Tell me before all you're able to do is whimper and scream, what was Thor the god of before he died?" Gorr asks while peering into Thor's eyes.

"Ill tell you." An impassive voice rings in his ear behind him.

Turning to face the voice, Gorr sees the object of his hunting some days ago.

"Hello There."

"Hehehe, Maegor, you are….a bold one."

Gorr notices he is riding on the black stead of Chernobog.

"Hehehe, Groovy."