Interlude - Ragnarok

“You are a fool Ragnarok,” states Amaterasu as his second in command and newest member of the Harbingers stares at him.

The second strongest of the Dozen Harbingers of the End Times is the most curious of their number.

She has a four metre tall white ethereal body with four arms and four feathery wings. Her eyes are pure black and she has black electrical energy covering her entire body. A lightning blue crown is inbuilt in her head with a forehead pillar that has a red and blue gem in it.

Amaterasu, also known as the Fallen Angel, has electromagnetic powers as her primarily abilities in addition to being an A Class Brick according to the human ratings of this Earth.

Or a 7^th Grade Warrior by the ratings of her former people.

A small smile forms on Ragnarok’s face as he muses over that thought.

Ragnarok himself looks far more mundane than the Fallen Angel. Three metres tall, he looks like a mix of human bodybuilder and business man in a classy suit.

We are both reflective of our origins...

“Why do you smile?” demands Amaterasu, her powers flaring as she glowers at him.

“Do you remember what happened on the world of your people?” replies Ragnarok, answering a question with another question as is usual for him, “In particular the fate of your predecessor?”

“Of course I do,” snap Amaterasu.

“Then it should be obvious why we restrain ourselves,” says Ragnarok simply.

“This world is nothing compared to my own!” snarls Amaterasu angrily, electricity pooling in her fists as she clenches them, “These primitive monkeys are nought when stood up against what my people were!”

“And yet your people are no more,” retorts Ragnarok, “Their world, their nations, their legends, their gods and their greatest accomplishments are gone with nothing remaining. What does that say?”

“Then why didn’t we stay to see that with our own eyes,” sneers Amaterasu, “Or is there a reason we fled with our tails between our legs before we could receive such evidence?”

“Don’t question me!” shouts Ragnarok, his patience beginning to fray as this topic comes up once again, “We both know how this goes. Amaterasu, just admit it. He is no more.”

Rather than responding with words, Amaterasu hurls a massive barrage of untamed lightning at Ragnarok, who simply ignores it as his power nullifies all supernatural power around him.

“The Honourless Hero was not my equal,” drawls Ragnarok as Amaterasu pants with rage.

“You’re right,” agrees Amaterasu as she starts to calm down, “He isn’t your equal. He is far greater than you can possible hope to aspire to.”

“Do not taunt me!” warns Ragnarok as he gets to his feet.

“I do nought, but speak the truth,” says Amaterasu in a calm and gentle voice, “I shall enter our current world. Do not try and stop me.”

“It isn’t your turn yet,” Ragnarok warns her, but the Fallen Angel has already teleported to Earth.

Not willing to go to the effort of retrieving her, Ragnarok sits back down.

She really knows how to irk me. A shame that she still holds to that false belief that not all of her people were destroyed. Her power and martial prowess are near perfect. Still time should break that troublesome spirit of hers. It has broken all of the others.

And yet she has found loyal followers in Behemoth and Leviathan. They are loyal to her just as Armageddon and Apocalypse are loyal to me. The rest of us are undecided and will simply follow the strongest and victorious.

Perhaps recruiting Amaterasu was a mistake after all. No matter. If she proves too troublesome, I will crush her personally. She couldn’t best him and he is certainly not my equal.

...

And I’m definitely more powerful than he is. More skilled too. And more experienced.