Victor von Doom

Frigga watched as the genius of the prideful, tortured man finally proved to be his own undoing.

Victor Von Doom had messed with cosmic forces beyond his comprehension and it utterly destroyed him, ripping his soul into three distinct parts, effectively condemning himself to be forever fractured, never again whole, and thus, utterly impotent in the universe.

Yet Frigga could feel the pull of the strings of fate tugging at her core. Could it be true? Could this be the trinity that she and the others were searching for?

Frigga could not be sure, but she knew she could not afford to be wrong. An event like this was thought to be utterly impossible, and yet here she was, witnessing it first hand.

With haste, Frigga discreetly sent out messengers to her secret coven which she has been part of for thousands of years. It started as a gathering of like minded gods working to achieve common goals and interests.

Frigga the. Travelled via bifrost to the position in space where the three pieces of fractured souls writhed and trembled in agony, fear, and confusion.

Seconds later, her two compatriots arrived. Hera, queen of Olympus, and Amaterasu of the Amatsu-kami, the Japanese gods.

“Do you see?” Frigga asked.

“The poor thing,” said Hera.

“If we are to do this,” Amaterasu said, “It has to be now. There will not be another chance.”

“I am ready,” Frigga said as she gathered one of the fractured soul pieces in her hands. The wounded soul shuddered and shriveled in fear at her touch but Frigga channeled a calming energy into it, causing it to relax.

“As am I,” Hera said, reaching for another fractured piece.

“So be it,” Amaterasu said, gathering the third and last piece for herself.

The three goddesses placated the broken soul shards of Victor von Doom before embracing them against their wombs. There was a flash of light as the shards were welcomed into each of the goddesses.