The GodButcher

??? POV——

The little godling was lucky. The little coward had sent his grotesque monsters out to fight for him, not even overlooking the battle.

Thousands of mortals had died for no reason. All massacred because of a gods will.

I had seen as his demons slaughtered the men, ripping them to pieces and spreading their foul toxins across the battlefield. If only their maker was here, I would drown him in the blood of his own creations.

For years I had tracked this godling, somewhat cut from a different cloth than the others. Making me track for so long. When I catch him, ill make him scream and squeal.

You will learn what its like to be butchered little godling, fate wills it so.

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I was revealing in the souls entering my pits of plague, when I had sensed an unmistakable entity. Coated in god blood from across the universe, reeking of smoldering hate and rage for all things divine.

'Gor, The God Butcher.'

Stricken with grief after his sons death, Gorr gave up hope and outwardly expressed his belief that there were no gods, for which he was exiled by his superstitious people. While wandering the desert praying to die, Gorr witnessed a pair of battling gods—a dark elder god called Knull and a gold-armored purple-skinned god empowered by the Enigma Force, plunge out of the sky and crash-land nearby.

Shocked by the realization that gods did exist, Gorr was enraged when the gold-armored god begged for help; the dark god's sword transforming into an amorphous mass of living darkness and bonding to him. Gorr used his new weapon, All-Black the Necrosword, to kill the gold-armored god; then vowed to seek vengeance against all gods for never answering his prayers, and set out to kill them all.

He carved his way through different gods all across the universe, slaughtering different alien gods and even some gods upon earth.

This…this would be a brutal, long fought battle. While I had training in the art of war and battle, I was not as good as Gor in sword fighting. Having honed his skills from killing dozens of gods of War, Murder, Fear, Plagues, Chaos, Genocide, Revenge, Earthquakes, Wrath, Jealousy, Blood, Death and even a few gods of flowers and poetry.

Some, most likely most, far older than me with thousands of years in fighting.

Its a good thing I had prepared.

"Slaanesh...get Ku' Gath ready."

"Hehehehehehe! Yes Master!"

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Thor POV

The frost giant had terrorized these people for weeks. It had eaten three goats, four dogs and two children. The mothers had prayed for retribution and they had received it. I led a group of twenty men, tracking the beast to its den in the highlands. We battled for hours, swinging trees and hurling boulders! Many vikings found their way to Valhalla.

Until my axe hacked its guts to bloody slush and lopped of its head!

That was four days ago. Since then I have eaten more goats than the frost giant, drank enough mead to drown a dozen sailors and made love to half the women in the village.

I took a swig of some more mead as the party raged on around me. Sounds of joy came from all corners of the room as men and women in fur threaded clothes danced in celebration of me.

Oh how I love my life!

*AAARGHHH*

A cry overpowered the sounds of the room, silencing everybody.

'Please let it be another giant!'

A child ran into the room, frightened. Inn be had almost cleaved his head from his body in reflex at the sudden intruder.

"THERES SOMEONE IN THE WATER! A DEVIL MAN! I SAW ITS FACE!" The child hollers.

"Back boy, let me through." I march to confront such a brave opponent, men all armed with weapons behind me, ready for battle.

The door flies away into the sky from my kick, I feel the cold air instantly hit me, however not a problem for Thor Odinson.

"The boy speaks the truth! Theres someone in there!" An elderly mortal, for her race, says.

I look upon the river and what catches my eye surprises me.

"Or at least…whats left of him. Red chunks have been washing ashore for hours now."

"Umm, poor bastard must have fallen overboard and been grind up by rocks. Is he from the village?" A warrior behind me asks.

"Hel, it could be my father for all I know. Theres not enough left of the fool to tell much of anything." Another says.

A third mortal reaches for the object of my surprise, "Not so, I can tell you one thing for certain…he was not from our village." He says while holding a head. Long black hair adorned with bird feathers tangled into it, with light brown skin and painting marks around his eyes.

"I..I have heard of feathered men such as this. From norsemen who claim to have sailed West across the sea, toward the edge of the world. I did not think them real."

The elder speaks once again, "You are half right, Ulfar, son of Ular, our visitor was from across the sea, but this is no man."

I see what he's getting at and finish his thought as a grab the hand and stare into the eyes of terror on his face, "He was a god." My words make the shock of everyone present on their faces.

"A..god? By Odin's beard, what could've done this to a god? Even a heathen from across the sea?"

"Must've been a sea serpent. Only thing it could've been."

"Look at that flesh, theres not a bite on him. He wasnt eaten, he was butchered."

"…what in the nine realms can butcher a god?" At this question I begin to ponder, he was right, what could kill a god?

"Hahah, what does it matter!? Whatever it is, it cannot stand up to Asgardian steel, I will have its skull. Let us come drink until we can't anymore." I say. No matter what it was, it would feel my trust axe, 'Jarnbjorn.'

The party starts to lead back to the party. "Boy…grab some pyre wood and build him a funeral." I tell the boy.

"My lord, have you seen anything like this?" The elder asks me.

"…I've seen war in the heavens. I've seen gods suffer and bleed. I've seen immortal fathers subject their sons to torments you could never imagine. I've seen Hel itself. But no…I have never seen anything like the horror in this gods eye."

At my words, the elder drops to his knees and begins praying, "What gods do you pray to, mortal?"

".....All Of Them."