As vitality and warmth returned to his body, Loki's eyes twitched uncontrollably.The crude "bloodletting" method they'd just used had been way too rough—and far too painful.
He could handle it, sure, but his facial nerves refused to cooperate, spasming slightly from the lingering agony.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle raging nearby had grown even more violent.
Loki turned his head—and what he saw made his pupils constrict.
Two figures, one wreathed in thunder and the other shrouded in deathly aura, clashed with such ferocity that the air itself screamed. Each impact sent out invisible shockwaves, shaking the ground and splitting the clouds.
Every collision was an exchange of offense and defense that happened faster than thought, faster than sight—the kind of battle that made even the god of mischief himself feel a twinge of awe… and envy.
He couldn't help but admit it: his elder brother Thor was born for close combat.And that monster—whatever it was—was learning to fight just as naturally.
Loki, on the other hand, had to stay in his lane—magic, strategy, deception.When it came to pure brawling, he was just the little brother watching the big kids play.
Each clash created a pulse like a drumbeat of destruction. If an ordinary being had heard it, their skull would have cracked, their heart would've exploded.
And yet, despite the chaos, Loki noticed something disturbing.
At first, the creature—Jason—had been clearly outmatched.But as the fight went on, his movements became sharper, his timing cleaner.He was adapting.
Loki's expression darkened.
He's learning…
He's learning Thor's fighting style.
The thought made his stomach drop.What kind of monster did Hela create this time?Whatever it was, it seemed designed specifically to torment the two brothers.
Grinding his teeth, Loki forced more energy into his healing spells. The bloody hole in his chest slowly closed, threads of green magic stitching flesh and bone together. Even the torn fabric of his robe mended itself.
He grunted, pulled himself out of the stone wall he'd been embedded in, and dropped to the ground.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he exhaled softly, focused—then lifted his staff high.
The scepter gleamed with emerald light.
With a violent swing, he unleashed a surge of chaotic magic.
In an instant, the world turned upside down.
Howling winds tore through the landscape, and freezing frost flooded the air.A snowstorm of magical energy swept across the battlefield.
Jason—locked in combat with Thor—suddenly felt his entire body freeze. Frost spread across his armor and skin; the chill bit deep, reaching even into his soul.
But Thor, wrapped in divine thunder, was untouched by the cold.Taking advantage of the opening, Thor's assault exploded in fury.
Lightning flashed.Blow after blow rained down with relentless power, forcing Jason onto the defensive, giving him no time to react.
His slowed movements left him vulnerable—and Thor didn't miss.
With a roar, Thor's fist struck home.
Jason's massive frame convulsed as thunder and air detonated around him. He crashed toward the ground like a meteor.
Thor vanished in a flash of lightning and appeared ahead of him—already waiting.
"End it!"
He slammed his fist into the earth.
BOOM!!
The world split apart.
A massive beam of blinding lightning erupted upward from the ground, engulfing Jason completely. The thunder roared like a god's verdict as Jason's body disintegrated, charred black by divine energy.
Loki wasn't done.
He swung his scepter again, adding a surge of green sorcery to amplify the storm. The beam burned even brighter, its destructive power climbing higher and higher.
When it finally faded, Jason's corpse plummeted from the sky and struck the ground with a dull, final thud.
A faint wisp of smoke coiled around the scorched remains.
Loki teleported beside Thor. His brother gave him a quick once-over, nodded approvingly, and clapped him on the shoulder—a silent good job.
Loki nodded back, then frowned at Jason's body.
With a flick of his wrist, he aimed his scepter and fired a golden energy beam—just to be sure.
But before the beam could hit, the charred corpse erupted with a grayish-white aura of death.
Both brothers froze.
The energy twisted into a vortex that swallowed Jason's body whole.
The stench of death pouring out of it made even gods hesitate.
Thor and Loki exchanged grim looks.They both knew better than to touch death energy directly—it could corrupt even divine essence.
"What the hell is this…?" Loki muttered, shielding his face with one arm.
Inside the swirling death vortex, a figure began to rise.
Jason's body—no, his new body—stood tall once more.The oppressive aura rolling off him was heavier, darker… and stronger.
Much stronger.
Thor's eyes widened. Loki's lips tightened.
The same thought flashed through both their minds:
What kind of lunatic would create a monster like this—and then send it after us?
They had watched him die. Twice.And yet, here he was, reborn… stronger each time.
How could they fight something that literally refused to stay dead?
Loki gritted his teeth. "Our dear sister's sense of humor… is getting out of hand."
Thor exhaled through his nose, a faint spark of lightning flickering in his beard. "Yeah. Real funny."
Jason stared at them in silence, eyes burning beneath his mask.Even Thor had to admit—he missed Mjolnir right about now.
Still, the god of thunder grinned fiercely. "No matter. Come on, then!"
His thunder flared to life, bright and deafening.
With a roar, he charged.
Loki followed, magic sigils blazing around him.
The battle raged on endlessly.
The ground was torn apart, reduced to craters and ash.The forest surrounding Hela's castle had been completely obliterated.
Thor and Loki fought until their bodies ached, their faces bruised and swollen—but Jason… Jason only grew stronger.
No matter how many times they killed him, he returned—each time faster, more powerful, more cunning.
He began to imitate their tactics. Then he began to predict them.Every "opening" he left was a trap.
Each resurrection made him evolve.
From being slightly weaker than the brothers, to evenly matched—to eventually overpowering them both.
By the time the dust finally settled, the two princes of Asgard were breathing hard, blood trickling from their lips, barely standing.
Jason, meanwhile, stood tall and unscathed. His aura had climbed into the ranks of the Sub-Father Gods, surpassing them completely.
The brothers exchanged one long, wordless glance.
Then Loki lifted his scepter, and in a burst of colorful light, both vanished—teleporting straight out of Helheim.
Jason blinked as the battlefield fell silent.
He scratched his head through his mask.
Had they… run away?
Oh well. He'd hit them plenty. That counted as victory in his book.He felt oddly satisfied, even cheerful.
He trudged back toward Hela's black castle.
But when he reached the gate and tried to enter—
BANG!
He slammed straight into an invisible barrier.
Jason blinked, confused, and reached out again—
Only for Hela's irritated voice to echo from within:
"Get lost, you brainless thing!"
A violent wave of power exploded from the castle, sending Jason flying.
The next instant, he splashed into the Hades Pool, sinking deep beneath its green-black waters.
He blinked, then smiled under his mask.
Ah. Home sweet home.
He began to swim happily through the deathly waters.
Meanwhile, in Asgard, the Bifröst's light faded.
Heimdall descended the steps, looking down at Thor and Loki—both lying flat on the ground, faces swollen, clothes tattered.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
He wasn't even surprised anymore.
He'd seen this scene far too many times.
Though, to be fair, this was actually one of their better landings.The last time, they'd come back half-dead, drenched in blood, and it had taken months for them to recover.
And that, rumor had it, was simply because Hela had been in a bad mood.
At first, Heimdall had worried she might actually kill them.But over the years, he'd come to realize something.
For all her fury, Hela had started to accept her brothers.
Otherwise, with her temperament, their graves would already be ancient history.
"You lasted twenty-two days this time," Heimdall said with genuine surprise. "That's… a new record."
Usually, the brothers were thrown back through the portal within hours. A few times, maybe a day or two. Never this long.
For a moment, he'd even thought they were dead and had gone to inform Odin—only to learn they were still alive.
Thor groaned, sitting up slowly. Loki followed, glaring stubbornly at his brother even through the pain.
"She didn't fight us herself," Thor explained hoarsely. "She… made a monster."
"Was it strong?" Heimdall asked.
Thor gave a short laugh. "Strong enough that we surrendered."
He said it without shame. Losing wasn't dishonor—it was truth. Denying defeat was what brought shame to Asgardians.
He described the creature in brief detail—its death aura, its impossible regeneration, its terrifying learning speed.
Heimdall's golden eyes widened. "Unbelievable. She created something like that?"
His voice carried both awe and unease.If Hela could forge a being of such power… then her own strength must have reached terrifying new heights.
Even if she still fell short of Odin, the gap could not be wide.
And whoever stood behind her—the mysterious God-King Leon—must be stronger still.
"I could sense it," Loki added grimly. "That thing's body isn't natural. It's made from multiple Demon Lord hearts and bones. Runes carved into every fiber, feeding it endless energy. It's practically a walking death engine."
Heimdall nodded solemnly. "Tsk… that too is a kind of genius."
Thor just grunted, rubbing his aching jaw.
"Genius or not," he muttered, "next time I see that thing—"
He paused, wincing. "—I'm bringing a bigger hammer."
(End of Chapter)
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