Servant of Set Thor Part IV

Swinging his axe down with a roar, Thor decapitated the head of one beast, its body collapsing to the ground like some sort of sludge. All around him, the battle came to a close, the strange beasts having united together with the once warring humans who despite initial struggles, eventually managed to win.

They didn't possess the strength or speed of these beasts, nothing greater than a horse and so they were easily dispatched after the initial shock wore off. The most difficult thing about dealing with these creatures was their appearance, many struggling to come to terms with what they were seeing. But the moment that shock disappeared, it became easy for the gathered humans to finish them off.

Now though, they were left, their numbers reduced, each fatigued beyond measure, bloody and injured. All of them now looked towards one another warily, wondering what those around them could do.

Thor was no different, scanning those closest to him while taking note of his own condition. It was not looking good for him, he was exhausted, if a fight did break out, the chances of him surviving were slim. He hadn't come this far though to die, he needed answers and he wanted revenge. He needed the ones responsible for his families death to pay, no matter the cost.

Adjusting his grip on the handle of his battleaxe, Thor sharpened his mind, prepared to use every ounce of remaining strength in his body to cut a path to safety, no matter who got in his way.

"Look!" One person shouted, someone nearby to Thor, who pointed towards the hole.

Once more, everyone turned to see what could cause such a reaction, and there, rising from the hole, was some kind of floating object. A huge structure of some kind that released a ramp, extending it down towards them, openings forming.

'COME TO ME!' The second voice in his head screamed, Thor and many others clutching their heads in pain. After that, they all went still, slowly lumbering their way towards the ramp and up into the ship in a dazed state. Those who had not been able to hear the voices looked on in confusion, some trying to stop their compatriots from entering the strange structure.

Thor though was the only one ignoring the voice, dropping to his knees as the voice intensified further. His head was pounding and Thor could feel his body spasming as pain as he had never felt exploded across his body.

"Bjorn!" Bareo called out, coming to a stop beside him, he had been nearby, sticking close to Thor during the thick of the battle. Upon noticing his friend's strange actions, accompanied by hundreds more, he rushed over to see what was happening. Only to come upon the sight of blood pouring out from Thor's eyes, ears and nose, blood not from any wound dealt during the course of battle. "Bjorn, what's happening?!"

But Thor didn't answer, clutching his head tightly in an attempt to stifle the noise that was screaming within his mind. It was a futile action, the sound only growing and growing with every passing second.

That was, until in a single moment, a whisper broke through. A single whisper that sounded in his head between that momentary break of screams. 'I can make it go away.' Thor knew he should ignore the whispered words, knew they were poisonous and treacherous, but at this moment he latched onto them.

"Bjorn, are you okay?" Looking up, Thor could only see Bareo's lips move through his blurry vision, but he cared little for what he was saying. His gaze was focused entirely upon the bag Thor had given to him to hold onto and he reached out.

Bareo fell back instantly when Thor scrambled to pull the bag off of him. "Bjorn! What the fuck are you doing?" He asked urgently, unsure as to what was going on, helping to take the bag off him so that Thor would let go. As soon as it was, Thor moved away and began to open his bag, Bareo watching him in bewilderment. "What the fuck's your prob..."

As soon as he began speaking, Bareo went quiet as he watched Thor pull out a serpent-like helmet with its eyes encrusted with jewels. He had never seen anything like it, but Bareo knew straightaway that it was expensive and his greed rose.

'Put me on and it'll go away.' The voice, the first one he had heard that day grew louder the moment it was in his eyes and Thor focused upon it entirely. He hesitated, just for a second and the noise of the second voice screeched in his mind, making pain explode across his body once more.

Reflexively, Thor put the helmet onto his head and as soon as it had, the voices disappeared. It was silent for the first time in so long, Thor kneeling back on the ground and just basking in the silence, eyes closed as he felt like he was floating.

Such a sweet thing it was; silence.

So sweet and yet so simple. A pleasure Thor had long since forgotten and missed so dearly at that moment. "Hello, Bjorn." A voice hissed in his ear, Thor's eyes opening with a start to find himself somewhere completely different. It was a forest of some kind, a cave directly in front of him. From it, two red eyes stared out at him, and Thor looked upon, feeling a crushing weight fall upon him. "Or should I say, Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard. Son of Odin Borson, King of Asgard and the All-Father. Grandson of King Bor Burison. Great-Grandson of King Buri Ymirson."

"Who are you?" Thor wondered, the creature coming out from the shadows of the cave and revealing itself to be a multi-headed snake.

"I am Set."

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Bareo looked on in bemusement as Thor kneeled there on the floor, head raised to the sky in what seemed to be content. The helmet upon his head was certainly a strange piece, but it was encrusted with jewels and forged of metal the likes of which he had no clue what they were. Yet he recognised what would go for a profit and there would definitely be some merchant out there who would pay a hefty price for that helmet.

But he daren't move and take it.

It was not for the reason that Thor was his friend, but because he was wary of what Thor might do. He had seen what the man could do to men twice his size. To simply call him strong was an understatement, Bareo wondered if there was a man in the world that could match him in strength.

If he reached for that helmet, how would Thor react? Without an answer to that question, Bareo remained still, people around him following after their comrades or just following the mob, began to make their way up the ramp. Some remained behind, others leaving, Bareo knew that he needed to be like that last group. Yet he waited just a little longer, making sure that Thor wouldn't remove and once he was sure, Bareo rose to his feet.

Crouching down low, Bareo shifted his footing just a little and prepared to make a quick dash. That was until Thor's eyes opened and he too began to rise to his feet. Bareo quickly knew something was wrong when Thor turned to him, gone were usual blue eyes, now a brilliant golden colour with slits in the middle. "What the fuck-"

Before he could finish his sentence, however, Thor reached out grasping hold of his face, hand forcing his mouth shut. It was a crushing grip, making Bareo feel like his jaw was on the verge of breaking apart as Thor lifted him off the ground.

"You are unworthy of serving the Great Serpent." A single channel of energy provided by the Serpent Crown into his hand and into the head of Bareo caused it to explode outwards. Blood and brain splattering outwards as Thor let the body of his friend slip from his grasp. He then reached down to his side, lifting the axe up with one hand, the fatigue of his body gone.

Thor then looked at the ship. 'Take it for me, it shall make you more powerful.' Set whispered in his head. In response, Thor marched forwards, making his way towards the ship and up into its depths.