Loki’s Successor System

Karsia took Hel to a strange location, paranoid. They had to walk down a long alley with sporadic lighting. They had arrived at a dead end; with an eye scanner on the wall. Once Karsia approached it, he halted, and bent over. A laser scanned his right eye. And finally, the wall—that was once a dead end—opened a new path, upon which Karsia slowly strode.

Following Karsia, Hel began to sense a powerful energy source—profound power—and it kept getting stronger. He couldn't hold back his smirk. One of the men who was walking behind him said, "My lord, did your brother return to the Emperor? I have no confirmation."

Hel didn't dare answer; he was soon to be crowned prince after all. A god needn't be questioned. That servant of his was lucky to fall out of line and still be spared by him—he was just too desperate to get to the Great Rendell that he deemed other things insignificant trifles.

Another man responded, "Negative. Lord Nyx did not return to the Demon's Continent."

Those words had flooded Hel's mind and lingered longer than they should've. Was his brother too shame of rout that he had decided not to return to the Demon's Continent? Or was he planning something else? For Hel, the latter was the more likely of the two.

"We're here." said Karsia, fronting a giant door before them. "I'm afraid you cannot enter without a certain Sorcerer's Protection Spell."

"We will enter as is," replied Hel, approaching the door, "open it."

"But sir, you'll be gravely injured—I'll be gravely injured as I am human. You may not suffer the consequences of standing amid an overwhelming magical energy source, but my frail body would! I can't—"

"Open it," Hel repeated, this time serious.

Karsia looked at him for a while, and then turned his head to the door again. He shook his head, and uttered, "This is Mr. Karsia, Rendell Keeper seven zero two. Password: two zero seven."

It was silent for a while. When suddenly, the entire door glowed blue, and began to open with a strange robotic sound. The door opened, revealing a giant futuristic room, with a giant dome amidst it. The room's main color was white.

Hel's smirk widened to a grin. He pushed Karsia aside, and walked right into the room. Another person was present, she looked him over with a grimace on her face. She, in lab clothes, held a tablet in her hands, standing forefront the giant dome that incarcerated an old figure.

She quickly looked down at her tablet and said, "Intruder in room zero! All units at room zero—ASAP! I repeat, Intru—" she suddenly gagged, dropping her tablet and grabbing her own throat.

Hel stood with his hand in the air, walking menacingly toward her. "No, no, no. That's not going to happen. That is not any way to greet a friend of the Great Rendell. How insolent of you, woman!"

Suddenly, the woman's feet lifted off the ground, and she began to ascend toward the ceiling, gagging in agony. Hel smirked wider, and looked down at the tablet on the floor. He took the tablet up, and said, with the woman's exact voice, "False alarm—it was a misunderstanding. All units disengage. If it really was an intruder, you would've known since he would have had to pass through security. Dianna—out." He smashed the tablet into his knee, shattering the screen.

He desperately turned to the giant dome to his side, smirking. An old, nude figure stood amidst the giant, translucent, purple dome, unmoving. He had wires attached to his back, and his beard and mustache, snow white, touched the floor since his back was freakishly arched.

Hel placed a palm upon the force field of the dome, smiling. He had waited his entire life for this. Centuries. He surely did not expect it to be this easy though. But he had also trained his entire life for this. Centuries.

"Great Rendell," he said, "… arise," his eyes darkened.

Suddenly, the old man amidst the dome slowly began to raise his head, looking up at Hel while positioned in a tight crouch. His eyes were completely white—no pupils were present. His lips were flaky, his skin was as wrinkled as a shirt worn for weeks.

"Hel …" he said with an extremely husky voice, "why how much I've missed you demons."

"I certainly missed you as well." uttered Hel. "Though, I wasn't even an adult when you were on our continent, murdering our people."

"Ah," said the old man, laughing, "That's right. You were so little back then. Innocence and fear was written all over your face—"

Hel knotted his brows, "How can you be so sure about seeing fear and innocence on my face? Are you sure it wasn't hatred?"

"I am old, young one—very old," his eyes darkened, "but my memory cannot be challenged. Neither can knowledge. No being can ever hope to surpass the knowledge of the Primordial.

"I've been living for all of time—but my body still ages. Every century, I get a brand new vessel. How coincidental of you to come on the very day of my reincarnation?"

"Oh, is that so? Quite frankly I didn't know today was supposed to be your birthday. Because," Hel glared, "I came here to deliver you a death day."

The old man sighed. "I suppose you can kill me, since my limbs are all old and frail. But I'm afraid the people at this organization would stop you anyway. What a shame."

"Don't underestimate me, Rendell." growled Hel. "I'm going to be the catalyst of modern Earth's chaos. This chaos will dawn today."

Great Rendell laughed, "Ho, Ho, staggering overconfidence. Expected of a royal demon like you. If you're so determined, I'd suggest you start now. All units are still coming to this room. You didn't believe they would take that 'false alarm' of yours seriously, did you?"

Hel already knew that some people would come to make sure that the Great Rendell was still safe. Hel clenched his fists, and launched one into the dome, shattering it with a single blow. "Good bye, Great Rendell. It's my honor to be the perpetrator of your utmost demise. Farewell." he raised his arm.

Suddenly a figure, in a black and white suit, appeared in the room, standing in front of the Great Rendell. He wore a simple business suit, and glasses. "Greetings," he said, "Intruder. I'm Conor—the one who's going to put you down!"