Holy War
"Viscount! Viscount!! VISCOUNT LOKI!!!"
Immediately, Loki opened his eyes to the call of his name. He looked around. He was still in his chambers. All that had happened. It was only a memory.
The Abyssal Chamber had left lasting memories even he as a half god, with his many years of existence could not help but shiver at it's thought.
Although, it was not what he asked for, it was at least a defining step to his goal.
He reached into his robe, bringing out a silver pendant. With a flicker of his finger, it opened up, and the image of a demon woman was revealed. "Don't worry mother. I am close. Once I take the eighth earth's king, then, I'll be strong enough to have you back, and kick that old man's ass!"
Once more, his name was called. He waved his hands, and the chamber doors, like the organ of a beast, parted ways to reveal a Great Demon commander. Then again, this was the belly of a Hell beast. Tamed strictly for the purpose of travel.