Army of Shadows

"God Damn," I shouted, unable to believe Freya just dicked this man. Not to look down upon my Knight, but he didn't even have a chance to fight back. She destroyed him.

Allowing the Mirrored Realm of Death to fade, everyone had returned to the material plane once more. Sending a long stare towards the lone goddess of life and death in the air, Freya suddenly turned to me, beaming.

"Did you see that master! I was awesome! He was like NOOOO, but I was like, yes, die!!!" She cried out, imitating the entire battle! Kind of ruining her image. But I gave credit where credit was due. Freya deserved a medal for what she just did. I guess I didn't need Karthronig.

Surveying the bodies of the ashes of Freya's last spell, nothing had seemed to survive. Not even that cross Micah had sent down with him. It was a shame, but this battle is not without its advantages.

Raising the soul sphere in my palm, swirling in a radiant glow. I coldly stared at the images of faces weeping over their loss and what was to come.

"Mimir, you are to gather the Divine Artifact and begin granting divinity. I want an army of demon gods; the rest shall be granted to you; I need you to be a high god like Freya. Now, Freya, before we go to the Hells to collect Odin's old soul, we need to make a stop off by Thor." I calmly said before I turned to Ygg.

"It was great doing business with you, Ygg. I will be back soon. I still need to return to Alos to enter the Holy Swords. Once I return to Midgard, I hope you will be an Elder God or even consider the idea of being one of my Knights of Darkness. You will not be a slave, but I don't need to tell you that." I quaintly said, knowing Freya had been trying to convince her to no end. It wasn't a big deal; I was sure she would come around.

Pursing her lips, Yggdrasil crossed her tiny arms and snorted as did Hela. Shaking my head, I glanced at Freya, who snatched me into her arms, and shot away.

"Think you will be strong enough to brand their souls while weakened this time?" She asked, snuggling her head over my shoulder.

It was a bit embarrassing recalling my first attempt to turn Thor and his batch of Gods. I had gotten Idun and Tyr alongside a few other gods to go under the change, but it was far from enough. I needed all of them.

"Freya, a thought came to me, why don't you start turning the people of the Vanir Clan? I don't really need to do it, and if I am right, they will be sired to you unless you put a slave seal on them like I am doing to Thor.

"I had been preparing my mind for this battle, but I will do just that when I return to Midgard after the trip to the Hells." She claimed, eagerly tightening her grip around me.

Licking my lips at this minx taking advantage of me, we headed below my castle in one of the many dungeons we had. Whisking through the halls. It did not take long for me to arrive before the defiant eye of the Aesir Gods.

"Your back!" Bark the god known as Thor.

"I don't need Magni and Modi," I coldly said, "Give them to Astrid as a gift. Let them suffer for all eternity under Hela's rule. I could always use a favor from Astrid or maybe even Hela."

"NO!!!!!" The two brothers howled, but Freya had already vanished, taking them with her, leaving me alone with the rest of the Aesir Gods.

"Ty, you ready? We are going to try again." I shouted as a small shadow flickered to my side, landing upon her right full spot on my head. She wrapped her legs and arms around my head like a koala and cried.

"Ty missed Papa!"

"yes, yes, of course, you did. But we have business to handle." I warmly said, patting her tiny head. The teary dragon bitterly nodded.

"Yes, papa," She said in a somewhat downcasted manner.

Letting Crimson Winds run wild, its scarlet grew deep till the scent of blood filled the chamber we resided in. Pushing crimson wings to their peak, I applied soul force and multiplied it's one hundred times increase by ten.

(A/N: 100*10 = 1,000)

Receiving no backlash, or anything else, I smiled and chuckled. "I think I can fight a Heavenly God. "

Fear filled Thor's eyes, and it only grew as Little Ty pointed her tiny finger at the hulking man. Releasing a touch of darkness that was not meant to hurt the body, a scream raced from out of his mouth, as he was defenseless before a soul attack of a High God.

"NO!! Stop this madness!" shouted Thor desperately. Screaming at the top of his lungs, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a dark flicker of my sigil appeared above my finger. " This is not how it will end! No! Stop! Please! Stop this!"

Ignoring his pleadings, my sigil shot through his forehead and into his soul. Silencing his annoying mouth.

"Demonic Vassal," I coldly uttered. I had not used this particular devil's ability since my time in that prison in Midgard.

While this ability didn't work on those whose soul was stronger than I was, that was why Ty was with me. By Injuring his soul, I would have the chance to take control of thors soul.

Failing on all fours like a mad dog, I watched coldly with indifference.

Slamming his skull over the bars of the cell, he foamed at the mouth as blood leaked endlessly. Over and over, he continued to run wild till the light in his eyes turned dim, and a smile surfaced over my lips.

Dismissing the glow of crimson wings and my soul force, Thor fell to his knees and bowed his head, "My Master."

"Good, very good." I joyfully said, peering out the other Gods watching, "I hope none of you will be like thor and struggle. I am quite a petty lord. I don't mind turning you into what Sif is. I hear her screams are still raging high as she pleasures my armies."