Do both.

It wasn't going to be easy, but it wasn't impossible. Going to your computer, you started setting everything up. It wouldn't be too hard to get Thomas and others into the United States since everyone had passports. They could easily protest the disturbance of the tomb for a day or two. Quickly but efficiently, you set everything up, Thomas and six others would go to America to protest the uncovering of the Tomb and damages done to it. The U.S. Government might even stop the whole thing to look good and it would give you time to rescue the other Demigod and the Skogras, giving them a home. You called Thomas into your tent to give him your orders.

"Yes Jarl?" He looked at you, ready to serve.

"Thomas, I need you to take these tickets and head to the United States. You are to protest the investigation of a Nordic Tomb. Do not, under any circumstance, engage in combat unless it is in self-defense."

Thomas, as your right hand man and best friend, should be able to handle a simple task like holding off the disturbance of the tomb for a few days while you did what needed to do. Grabbing your gear, you put on some swat armor, a sniper rifle and your scythe.

"You plan to take both jobs?" Krampus followed behind you calmly. He had an eyebrow raised, questioning your choice.

"Our people need us. I will not abandon any of them. If these mortal governments get in my way, they will understand the power of ****. After all, the dead are endless and life is not." Letting some power flow through your body, you started the physical change into Helsgem. This form was monstrous to humans, your skin appeared a sickly white color as if a living corpse, the whites of your eyes turning black and the irises turning a blood red color. You felt your teeth sharpening to points that could tear the flesh off bones. Then your hands turned into claws as well. To the untrained and unknowing eye, you would appear like a monster vampire, but the truth was far deadlier.

"Dutiful as ever Hans." Krampus started laughing like a mad man, the winds swirling around him like a blizzard. "Do not fail, little brother! Let's see if you're worthy of our Mother's love!"

You turned from him, walking away as the winds died down.

-Two hours later-

Opening the door to the plane, you saw miles of burnt forest and even from here you could sense the ****. For whatever reason, it got your blood boiling with rage. Sure, you had killed a few mortals or Jotun here or there but never more than needed. Life was too valuable to just waste like this. Why kill what you could enslave or breed, after all? Maybe you should take a note from the older villains, but this blatant killing was pointless.

"Land some where nearby. No more than a day's journey by foot.", you order Max, the pilot.

He gave a nod of confirmation before you jumped. The wind pushed against your body, holding your arms out. It felt interesting. Still, you focused on the task at hand, using some power to increase your vision and started scanning the burnt land forest. It took just a few moments to spot the tents at the center. Pulling the cord to the parachute, it released and caught the air to slow your descent. You chose to land a distance that was about a three hour walk from the camp, knowing that, at full speed, you'd make it in an hour.

The moment you landed the sound of pained voices hit you like a brick wall. The screams of animals and people bombarded you non-stop. It was so intense that you felt pain rushing through your body.

"SILENCE! I GIVE YOU MY VOW TO GUNGNIR THAT I WILL AVENGE YOU!" The sound was reduced to whispers but the pain was still there. You started moving at full speed toward the camp. At this moment, you would avenge the souls that suffered meaninglessly, this you swore.

Several tents were laid out and about twenty mortals walked around the camp. A large tent was at the edge of the camp, leaving all the mortals between you and the giant's tent. Pulling out the rifle, you took aim and scan the camp. You find the son of Baldur tied up with the Skogsra, a magical chain tied to him and feeding his divine energy to the forest spirits. Though, at second glance, it appeared he was feeding his energy to them himself and not being ****. Looking over, you saw their guard and you took the shot, ending his life right away. The other campers stopped for a moment before you started to pick them off. It was a simple task and got boring quickly. Saving the last 6 bullets, you dashed to the camp. Seeing four campers looking at you, they pulled out handguns and began to fire, though one had a sword which you found odd.

Using Rigor Mortis, it was a simple task to block the bullets as the ability to move three times faster than the average human made it almost too simple. You moved quickly and beheaded the first gunman with one strike. Before the other two could regroup, you swung Rigor and took the second one's right arm and the third one's left leg. The swordsman charged you, holding off your scythe before you could finish his friends. He had determination in his eyes, not that he would be a threat to you. Still, it would be amusing to see how much skill he had. Crossing blades and holding back to keep it entertaining, you think this mortal would have been a great asset if he wasn't on your shit list already for working for a giant. Hearing a gun shot, you noticed that the mortal missing a leg was firing at you, trying to support his friend. Noble men like these two didn't deserve to be sent to Hel, but they wouldn't escape you. Charging Rigor Mortis, you took the swordsman's head and then quickly dashed to finish the last ones, reaping their souls as you did.

The last mortal was running away while his friends had fought to survive. Such disgusting cowardice would not serve him well. Dashing forth, you appeared before him. He dropped to his knees and started crying. "Please, I'll give you anything!"

Anything, he said. You started laughing. What could this mortal offer you? Cowards like him always had interesting deals. Grandfather, as weak of a God he was compared to the other Gods, still did not run from a fight and abandon allies.

"What can you offer me, mortal?" You watch the moment of hope pass through his eyes.

"I have a son and daughter! My son, he serves in the U.S. Military! My daughter, she's just turned eighteen. She's extremely beautiful!" With a shaking hand, he pulled out a picture of his children. Both of his children were fairly attractive. It was disgusting that he was selling them into slavery like a coward but so be it.

"Fine, mortal, I'll take them.", you said, smiling and making sure to show all your teeth to the man. He smiled and started thanking you as you helped him up and even gave him a hug to make it seem welcoming. From there, it was so simple. You bit into his neck with your teeth, feeling the blood fill your mouth. Pulling back and ripping his throat out with your teeth, you saw the look of betrayal in his eyes and smiled sweetly in return.

"My mercy is a simple one. My mother will not claim your soul. Let's hope the fates are kind to you." Laughing, you headed back to the camp and, looking around, you found the keys and went to the prisoners.

The son of Baldur looked up at you, shocked. "Who are you?"

Not answering him, you undid his chains. Afterwards, you helped the Skogras as well. You then radioed Max to find out his location. Luckily, he was only a five hour walk from here, back the way you came. that means you had time to take care of the Fire Giant and still get them to the Island.

"Listen, there a plane at this location. Wait there for me. I'll be there as soon as I can." You gave them the location and directions and the Skogras woman you spoke to nodded as they all began to move that way.

"What are you planning to do?", Baldur's son asked. He was in no condtiton to fight, but you noticed he had the sword from earlier in his hand.

"I plan to kill the fire Juton. Go with them and keep the women safe." You turned and started looking for the giant, using your sense of smell to hunt him down. You found him in front of the big tent waiting for you.

"So you killed my men? I'm impressed, even for a demigod. Would you mind working together?" Right away you sense he was using some power to try and gain your aid. Disrespectful trash like him deserved ****.

"Sorry, I don't work with flaming garbage.", you growl as you dash forward and swung Rigor Mortis, which he met with a blade created from fire. Sparks flew everywhere as your scythe clashed with his sword. Trading blow for blow, you cut into his body as he burned yours. From the corner of your eye, you caught that green light was coming from the ground. The light was flowing into both of your bodies. His sword met your scythe, his face inches from your own.

"What do you think, demigod! I created a ritual! With your **** or mine it'll be complete! The victor will gain a great deal of power! All the lives we took will create the power needed for the ritual to be completed."

He was pushing you back. The truth, whether you liked it or not, is that his strength is far greater than your own. Better speed and skill lay with you but it only seemed to keep both of you at equal ground. You kept trading blow for blow until, finally, you got in a lucky hit. Mortis's blade slipped through the giants ribs hitting his heart. You felt that **** was soon coming for him, but his sword pierced your chest as well. Both yours and his blood hit the ground, green light flashing everywhere and growing in strength.

"So, looks like you win son of Hel. A worthy opponent. Had things been different, you would have been a great ally." His body dropped, blood pouring everywhere. Your blood spilled from your body as well. Soon, all you saw was black...but then a voice full of power like thunder could be heard.

"You kept you oath, Son of Hel, prince of the dead. The power the Giant desired is yours."