Through the doors

“Two doors and a pile of dead guards! They must be a very good fighter!” I studied the doors before agreeing in Valravn’s first reasoned, “I can actually get reason out of him!” I looked around seeing the same wounds before clutching my head heard the cries of the dead guards as the warrior cut them.

“Not good!” I remarked seeing the first door was open and more dead guards, it was actually amusing to see how good this man must have been, he must be strong and fearless; the skill and strength of Ares with the calmness of Tranquillitas. I continued through the second to see the same result until I reached the third hearing the cries of the guards until sighing saw the dead carcass of Valravn who lay there bleeding next to his protectors. I ventured forward hearing Valravn’s cried and squeals as he took endless blow but now I heard a cry from a wounded human. I looked over to the corner and seeing the red blood over the black of Valravn’s crouched down to smell it, “Mmm. Young, maybe 25 possibly younger. Isn’t serious, probably a easy patch” I turned my attention back to Valravn before stopping heard his cries grow louder, “Fuck. I knew this place would bring it back. Those fucking cries of the dead!” I crouched before touching the blood felt it’s coldness, “Been here a while. My reckoning is this was the first place he visited!” I looked at the stress wound before acknowledging it spoke, “Was alerted to the conflict, this was open combat!” I closed my eyes before picturing it pondered the scene, something didn’t add up, “The warrior had made his presence known. Valravn tried to create illusions but they saw through it, the guards were used to aid him but yet he still lost; by the wounds these were quick precise cuts and by the lack of wounds to the warrior they were quick to either block or dodge; but what doesn’t add up. What doesn’t add up?” I got up before looking over went back over the evidence before seeing a single boot back from where I had come from, definitely not matching the shape or size of mine studied it, “It’s not a Male. The warrior is a woman; the foot is thinner and the style of the boot is more feminine. I was wrong... but why is she here? I’d better see Surtr maybe she hasn’t got to him yet!” I collected a sample of his blood before walking away grumbled, “I bet she has already killed him!”

Nothing had changed on the outside which meant that either they will still in there or this was going to be a waste of time but pushing on through felt a vibration in my pocket and an glow from my messenger to see on it the face of Keira and Persephone study the area, “Where are you?” “Entering Surtr’s door!” “No luck in finding him then?” “It seems to be a woman actually!” “A woman?” I nodded attaching the device to my chest so they could watch, “I’m guessing he is something to do with fire?” “He’s a total meathead which ends up destroying the god and the lands he encounters. Trust me if they have found him I will slay him myself!”

The buildings were burnt but the doors were open the atmosphere was like a oven, fires were lit everywhere and burnt sacrifices that had been burning for hours, “Hmmmm, they were definitely here. I can see the fingerprints!” I went to touch it but clutching my head dropped to my knees hearing the cries of those who were burning alive. “Damian!” “Fuck my head!” “Damian. Answer me!” “I’m fine Persephone, I’m fine!” I spoke pulling myself back up before looking over to the next open door walked through the flames to reveal another burning field.

“More of the same and this time the door has been barged down, whoever this person is, seems to be determined!” “What was that then? I haven’t seen you in so much grief!” Keira asked, “Nothing, I just thought I had managed to block it all out!” “Block what?” Persephone not giving me any time to block the questioning spoke, “He hears the voices of the dead, well sort of feels their pain and cries as they perish. Centuries have passed and he had apparently managed to block them out!” “I have but this place isn’t just ****, this is a place full of torment, massacres and physical ****. The complex regenerates it off the walls like an power source!” I grumbled before stopping at the end saw the dead body of Surtr laying vanquished next to his sword, “Human two gods zero!” “Is that... is that Surtr?” Keira asked and nodding I crouched down to examine the multiple wounds, “More erratic but that’s to be expected. Surtr is a more tougher beast; he chose to fight with only a few guards, possibly when he knew he was losing; vain bastard!” I got up to study the area but apart for seeing the familiar boot prints stopped to see dangling next to the stone curb saw a tuff of hair sprawled next to it. I crouched down before smelling it nodded confirming my suspicions, “Definitely a woman. The hair smells more sweet and is clearly treated and cared for better then men. No damage so perhaps this was a roll over a push or throw back” I closed my eyes before seeing the scene unfold coughed slightly watching the scene from afar, “Damian?” Keira cried out, “This woman killed him, avenging a friend of hers but that’s not the reason she is here... something much more personal is making her push on, a parent perhaps? A sibling? A lover perhaps! She killed him and headed back, the blood is still fairly warm. She must not be far ahead. I need to move!” I scooped the blood up before heading back spoke, “Well at least the gods are weaker, whatever happens!”