Robbing the collector

-Harry pov -

I looked at the Collectors building from across the street, it would be so easy just to go in there and steal everything, and honestly, I think that's what I will do, it would be easy as hell and I don't feel like dumbing down my abilities just for this, yeah maybe if I was stealing from Thanos it would be more fun, but this is just something I want to do.

The collector's building is so stupidly unprotected it makes one wonder why he has never been robbed before, it's almost like he is playing with his belongings.

I teleported inside to take a look around, my body was fully invisible and I could see him tinkering with some tools, lazily I swiped my hand, and everything began to fly towards my hand. Each time an item touched me I put it into my storage.

"What the!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Please stop!" the collector begged as his precious collection was taken before his very eyes

Once everything was in my possession I took out a pen and paper and wrote a small note for him.

Leaving it there I teleported away.

-Collector pov -

I watched as everything I collected over the years vanished before my eyes, sadness, and fury burned into my soul.

Why would someone do this to me? And none of my security systems even activated! A saw a small note swish onto the ground. I picked it up ready to scream and curse whoever wrote it. I froze when I read the words.

'I might not have taken your soul but, I took something precious to you. Collect more to offer to me and your soul will stay on this plane.

~death'

"Ahaha! Of course of course I will collect the finest things for you!" I shouted to the ground hoping death heard me

How fortunate am I to collect stuff even death wants?

-Harry pov -

While I sailed my boat through space I smiled slightly at the marvelous sight, I haven't gotten used to this feeling still even after all of this time.

Suddenly I felt thousands of prayers enter my channels, this was highly unusual, I sat on the deck and concentrated.

'Help us!'

'My lord! Help us'

'MY LORD! MY GOD! ZANTHOMIRE PLEASE AID US!' a voice louder and with more faith than the rest boomed aloud in my head

My eyes widened, 'let me see' I replied cryptically

'As you wish' the believer said in a grave tone

As I closed my eyes again I found myself looking through the eyes of my followers, what I saw made my eyes widen in surprise.

Thousands of ships and aliens attacked the planet I first arrived at, and banners hung high signaling their allegiance.

I could see the slight divine energy radiating off of their bodies, I could instantly conclude they were being aided by a God.

As my people defended themselves the other aliens mercilessly brought them down. My first followers could not be allowed to fall.

"Everyone pray with me!" I shouted through my priest's body

Getting no response I added divine energy, just enough to not harm my vessel, "NOW!"

They looked at me shocked, I inserted the prayers into their minds using my real body on the ship.

"" ZANTHOMIRE MAY YOU AID US IN THIS BATTLE, PROTECT US FROM THR ONSLAUGHT OF OUR ENEMIES! MAY MY BLOOD AWAKEN THIS HOLY GROUND IN THE NAME OF MY GOD!""

*rumble* the ground began to shake

*crrraacckk* giant cracks formed on the ground

*BOOM!* snakes began to rise from the cracks forming a protective wall around the faithful followers

I suddenly felt the divine energy around one of the enemie men strengthen.

I realized in that moment.

In that time.

This was a battle between Gods. And I was not going to lose.

"Regroup," I demanded, it was time to lick our wounds

"Spend this time aiding the wounded and regaining your strength, I will give the information on how to use my blessing to you through your minds if you learn fast help those who are struggling," I announced

I then did as I said and cut my connection, I savored the feeling of the other God just as I imagine he did me.

It was an unspoken rule and some agreements between gods. We usually don't interfere in battles and when we do we just aid and guide our people.

Only in the most personal of fights do gods battle themselves. My suspicion was correct when a giant orc-like being appeared before me, it bowed like a warrior his presence felt like blood and war itself.

"My lord wishes to meet," the orc said in a gravely and dark tome

"The place he proposed?" I questioned calmly

"None, he has left it up to your discretion,"

"Very well, pass him this envelope," I said tossing him a green and black envelope with a silver stamp

The orc caught it and then disappeared with a swirl, the God obviously was good at teleportation through the use of divine essence.

-? Pov -

My warrior appeared before me, an envelope in his grasp.

"My lord, he said to deliver this to you," Bathar said

Levitating it to me I didn't open it yet, "what did you think of him?" I questioned leaning back in my chair

"He seems plain, almost mundane but, something about him makes me nervous and it's not his Godhood," Bathar replied with a frown

Interesting, this God I have never heard of is so very interesting. I wonder, what he is the God of? Snakes are something he used as a symbol but, is it that he is the God of snakes or something else?

Is he the new God we all felt? And how has he escaped all of our presence?

I licked my lips in anticipation, I can't wait to meet this God. To have my followers bathe in the blood of his, to conquer this planet.

-end-

A/N: drive hit me to write this story again, I have been thinking about it for a long time actually and after seeing some things and really thinking I have decided to pick it up, but I won't update it every day just when I can. Short af chapter sorry.