Skarr and Arcann meet with the race of an old family friend and rival.
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[ Marvel Universe, Earth-616]
Time has since greatly passed from the ancient era.
Skarr and Arcann now a little older have traveled all over the world, and in some places lingered a bit longer than normal. They traveled to study the history of earth, and even older history, well mainly Arcann studied, Skarr usually just fought with any attacker that came after them.
He wanted to practice his usage of his own divine power. The reason for this was because of that whole Gaea situation. Skarr never wanted to be helpless like that ever again.
And in one of his many grand plans to become much stronger, one actually worked, but not in a great way. Skarr got them locked in another dimension for years.
The dimension's name was Limbo, also known as the Otherplace. Limbo is a magical dimension of demons. A better way to put is that it was a sort of pocket universe, whose physical and temporal scope was extremely limited or small compared to the universe's that ordinary human beings or Gods inhabited.
Now let me tell you how the boys got trapped inside of this place.
You see in one of their many visits to the Mystic Sanctum, Skarr decided to read books. Yes, he got so bored that he actually decided to read. Quite a crazy thing, because Skarr never liked to read.
And that was quite crazy, because he was not dumb at all. In fact, Skarr was actually quite smart.
But that aside, Skarr wanted a place where he could run amuck in testing himself. And so, he asked Agamotto if he could read about different places on earth or in space that had things he could fight.
Agamotto, not caring in the slightest, nor trying to see into the future didn't think twice about his request. As he was more concerned with Arcann's magical study. So, he pointed Skarr to a certain area in the library.
And there Skarr found a certain book about the Limbo Dimension.
Reading about the demons and the ruler of this place, Belasco. Skarr was infatuated and he wanted to go immediately. But he didn't know how, and he needed help.
This is when Arcann played a role, at least he played it unknowingly.
Skarr read the incantation of how to open up portal's that led to other places, and once he well versed enough, he lured Arcann with the idea of exploring a magical realm full of knowledge.
You see, Skarr was playing on his brother's divinity, as Arcann was a god of Knowledge. So, his inquisitive nature was really something Arcann could get lost in his own mind at times and wouldn't come out unless someone woke him.
And it took a while, but eventually Arcann caved. This is when Skarr recited the incantation to him, minus a few words, and a few new ones that would lead to Limbo.
Arcann none the wiser, and a little guilty of what he and Gaea did to Skarr just went along with it.
No sooner did he recite the words, did the magical energy in the world converge and they were immediately sucked into a wormhole.
Agamotto was a just a second late arriving to stop whatever was going on.
He just shook his head, and began trying to see where they went, and once he did. Agamotto slapped his forehead at Skarr recklessness. You see, Skarr's little change to the spell made an echo that allowed certain wards to weaken.
And now, the earth was vulnerable.
So, Agamotto couldn't pull them back at the moment, as one of the wards weakened was one that led to the Dark Dimension. And Dormammu was already attacking the ward to free himself.
Agamotto just hoped the two boys didn't cause to much destruction in the Limbo. He wasn't worried for their safety, as the two boys were crazy strong. In fact, this journey may even make them stronger.
Now back in present time, at the moment a preteen Skarr stood in front of a crumbling castle that was submerged in a blue flame.
His muscular arms were surrounded in a bluish white thick energy, black line tattoos ran down them in a spinning motion. Skarr stood breathing a bit slow as he gazed at the castle, seemingly waiting for something.
Scratches were all over his body and face. Dried greenish black blood-stained parts of his face, showing signs of a rough fight. Some of the blood though, was not all his.
And with his chest rising up and down. Skarr grinned, his blood was heated up and vibrating from the swell of emotions running through him at the moment.
He was very muscular for a kid his age, Skarr stood at Five foot Seven inches tall, and he was only eleven years old at the moment.
Skarr looked down at his fist, and the grin on his face, became a large smile of happiness.
"I won." He spoke proudly to himself.
"I really won," Skarr said to himself once again, trying to make sure it was real and not fake this time.
"Yes, you won." A sarcastic voice said from behind him.
Skarr rolled his eyes at this voice and turned to look at the person behind him.
"What? Are you still upset at me, Arcann."
Arcann floating the air on a cloud just snorted at this, while running his right hand though his long red hair. He pushed his hair back behind his head. Arcann, looking a bit older was now at the prime age of nine years old.
Arcann much taller than he was in the past, standing at the height of five foot five, his slender pale body glistened underneath the yellow sunlight. His semi small black horns stood strong, they even glowed slightly red.
He looked over at the damage his brother caused and shook his head.
"Did you really need to destroy the entire castle Brother?"
Skarr shook his and just spat on the ground while saying, "What, this bitch deserved it! All that magic mumble jumbo crap! And him messing with my head, he deserved getting his skull caved in!"
Skarr's eye began to flame up with that same energy on his arms, the bluish white energy reflected his anger.
Arcann knew that this was his brother's divinity of vengeance affecting his mood. And he really could not blame it or him. As that demon was a piece of shit for what he did.
You see, three years ago when they first came to this place, the magic that brought them here really messed with their bodies, thanks to Skarr's own interpretation of the spell for a wormhole.
The squeezing space and arcane energy dampened there powers greatly.
But even so, Skarr set out in a joyful mood challenging everyone in good fun. He never killed anything, and he even healed a few demons that he critically injured fighting.
Slowly they both regained their strength, but not all of it. And they paid for it dearly.
Because within a few months of being inside of this place, they met with the ruler of this place, Belasco.
And well, that did not go over well.
His magic power, near invulnerability, and his swordsmanship made him a real pain in the ass for the both of them.
And for some reason in particular, he really did not like Skarr at all. He took insane pleasure in torturing Skarr while fighting. Messing with his mind, and making him think Arcann was Belasco, and Belasco was Arcann.
Skarr accidently injured Arcann because of this, and this made it very personal for Skarr.
So much so that he awakened his Hulk form out of pure anger. And that made Belasco realize he messed up. He even had to retreat far away from Skarr's wrath.
But in doing so, he left the hulked-out Skarr without an outlet for his anger, and that only left the demons int he area. So enraged, Skarr didn't recognize friend from foe.
And being like he was, the destruction he wrought was crazy. But eventually he did calm down enough to regain his senses, and when he saw what he did, Skarr cried.
He cried like a baby, Skarr never wanted this to happen when he came here to train.
Both Skarr and Arcann learned a very valuable lesson.
Being a God is great and all, but there was a reason for a strict discipline. Gods had to train for control over their divine power, and to not let your divinity control you. Now they understood the reason for their parents' strict teachings.
So that is what they did since then, and they both made some progress, but Skarr couldn't transform for some reason. He felt like he was lacking something, and he didn't know what it was he was missing.
But he still grew mush stronger in using his divinity and the amped up version of the old power he got from his mother.
Arcann just sadly looked at his brother, he knew that Skarr still felt guilty about hurting him.
He was about to embrace him, but a coarse scream echoed out into the surroundings.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!"
A large red scaly hand climbed out of the pit the castle was crushed in. Followed by an explosion of rubble, a large shadow shot up out of the ground. Horns red like blood, and a large scale covered body, Belasco with one good eye glared at both Skarr and Arcann.
The right of half of his entire body was charred beyond repair. While his entire right arm was gone, it looked to have been ripped off of his body. One of his horns were fractured and the other broken.
He looked less of a demon, but more of a victim.
Belasco looked angry, but inside he was afraid, deeply afraid. That grey one was more of a demon than he was. And the other pale red headed one was just insane to a degree that even he wasn't.
He needed to escape, but where could he go.
"Looks like he's trying to escape brother." The pale one said to the grey one, who wore a smirk on his face hearing it.
"I know, I can smell his fear, but my vengeance is not done! And he will not escape from me!"
*Shirpppp*
*Boooom*
A flood of that same dreadful bluish white flame appeared once more on the grey one's body. It swirled down towards his arms like an armor.
"I need to do something and fast!" Belasco thought, and right when he was about to open his mouth to speak, the grey disappeared and reappeared directly in front of him like a ghost.
"I have had enough of your poisonous words snake!" Were the last words Belasco heard before he was hit by an uppercut, the force of which was insane. That one punch that blew off his entire head.
The echo of it and shook the entire limbo and blasted away the grey clouds for miles.
The bluish white flames incinerated the bottom part of Belasco's body into ashes. While his head was completely gone.
Only Belasco's astral form or his soul, remained but even it was damaged. Belasco didn't even register when his physical form was destroyed. His mind was just focused on escaping.
But this was when his soul was frozen in place, and a gargantuan shadow monster appeared approve him, and there sitting on the very top of it was Arcann himself.
Arcann just calmy and without any emotion stared down at him, then he said, " Welcome to my Domain."
"Now, drown in the Dark." His voice echoed like a hiss in Belasco's head.
And out of nowhere tendrils of darkness reached out from beyond and wrapped around Belasco's entire body, and they pulled him into the deep dark reaches of Arcann's domain.
There he would remain until his soul was completely devoured by the dark.
Arcann opened his eyes and looked over at Skarr, "It's done, he won't appear ever again."
Skarr nodded and said, "Let's get out of here, you got the right spell right." He said sheepishly, while rubbing his head like a bashful puppy.
"Of course," Arcann replied while rolling his eyes at Skarr.
Skarr watched as Arcann recited the incantation, midway through his words, Arcann said, "oh yeah, what did you want to do with his sword?"
Skarr pondered for a moment, then said, "leave it here, someone else can claim it."
Arcann nodded and continued his spell, soon a blue portal appeared in front of them.
"Let's go back to earth."
And the both of them went into the portal, closing this little adventure of theirs. Both tired of this place, and ready to return back to the earth.
One missed food, while the other missed books.
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/Earth, 876 AD/
[Álftanes / Iceland]
The cold winter air blew around like a whirlwind. Snow as white as candle wax covered the ground for miles and miles on end. Trees and leaves were frozen solid, like rocks.
Sharp, and long icicles formed on the branches of them, they pierced down towards the ground like swords.
But this was not a normal snow, or winter. No, a feeling of malevolence plagued its essence like a sickness. It was in the air, in the ground, and in every corner of this land.
A dead, cold, blood colored village resided in this place, its name lost to the destruction that passed through here like a hurricane. The smell of blood hung in the air, it was thick and palpable.
Like it was a dye casted and could never be washed away.
Dismembered body parts were thrown all over the place. Men, women, and even children lay dead on the cold earth.
All of this was reflected in the stormy blue eyes of young prince Mangus. Standing a height of five foot eight, young Magnus's body had muscles along his arms and thighs, and legs that were more developed than the normal person.
Still lender a bit, as he was never allowed to go overboard in training and stunt his growth. That's what his mother told him at least.
But his starch white-blondish braided hair flew in the cold wind as he stared at the carnage. Both side of his head were shaven clean. He had a simple gold earring on his right ear.
Magnus wore a tunic undergarment, were a specialty crafted sleeveless vest made from magical beast hide. Its color was grey and dark silver. The same for his pants and waist area.
One his right arm was a tattoo with runic symbols, and if you looked closely enough at them, they seemed to be alive, as they slightly glowed while trembling, kind of like they were buzzing.
You need a very keen sense of eyesight to be able to see them or be strong enough.
At the age of twelve, he has advanced in battle tactics beyond the normal age range that he was in.
And now he was in the middle of a coming-of-age ceremony, his mother Sif, the All mother gave him the mission of finding and killing the one responsible for the destruction of one of the villages that worshipped Asgard.
Magnus gladly took this mission, if only so that he could maybe awaken his father, Thor from his sleep. He didn't all of what happened, but he knew a little from what his mother told him.
He knew that he was free to choose what kind of God he wanted to be, and what he wanted to do with his life. It was not written in stone. His fate was up to him and him alone.
Magnus was blessed with abilities not every Asgardian had. Strength from his father, a sharp mind and keen eyesight from his mother.
And lastly, his divine power, the power of Storms, Symbols, and of Valor.
On his back strapped tightly to his side, was the mighty axe Jarnbjorn!
Jarnbjorn was the Dwarven-forged battle axe composed of Asgardian Steel and created for Rūna, one of the original members of the Valkyrior. After she mysteriously disappeared, it was stored in Asgard's armory and eventually taken up by Thor long before he obtained Mjolnir.
Magnus touched its brown long handle full of pride. The golden etchings along the backside of it shimmered with a hunger for battle.
His father's old weapon, it was given to him supposedly by his grandfather Odin once he was born.
Thinking of his grandfather, Magnus wondered what he was doing now. He's never even seen his grandfather, only in stories and scrolls did catch a glimpse of the mighty Odin. His mother told him that Odin had relinquished his lordship of Asgard after his father slew Surtur.
After that, Odin simply disappeared in the vast dark cosmos.
And all of that bring us to now.
Magnus scoured the scene before him, his sight passing beyond the mortal lens. And there he sees the truth of it all.
"Ice Giants."
Crouching down to the ground he grabbed an irregular shaped icicle poking up from the ground.
"Or just one Ice Giant."
A distinct and familiar aura covered this icicle, but it was different from a normal ice giant. It was far darker and more sinister.
"A magical Ice Giant?"
Magnus could see traces of magic in the ice that was different from what a normal ice giant radiated. He knew that this ice giant was a mutated type, and one never before recorded in Asgard's records.
And grinned, Magnus was happy that his first mission was one like this. He just hoped that this beast was a worthy opponent at the least. His blood boiling, Magnus got back up and began tracking the ice giant's aura.
It seemed to be heading north, really far north. To the north pole it looks like. Makes sense to be honest, it needs a place of extreme cold to rest.
So, with this knowledge Magnus began his hunt.
/40 minutes later/
Tacking this thing has been quite the experience, Magnus quite enjoyed it. But now it was time to put this thing to bed, in the literal sense. Meaning Magnus was about to kill it.
A very large cave was up ahead, and Magnus could tell that it was hand crafted, not a natural formation from the earth. Extreme spikes of ice were all over the place, and this place had the ice giant's aura heavily.
Meaning it lived here and could quite possibly still be here.
Gripping Jarnbjorn, Magnus began trekking down the icy ground, the cold wind blew all over the place.
It was wiping at magnus like a mad dog, but he wasn't affected. Thanks to his biology Magnus was immune to certain things like regular weather. This snow was nothing to him as he got closer and closer to the cave.
But right when he was close to the cave, something happened that threw his plans in disarray
And would forever change the trajectory of his life, a portal opened up above in the sky. magnus looked up to the sky at the medium sized blue portal and saw two shadows appear in it.
"What in the all fathers nam-" Magnus's words were interrupted as he caught sight of a gray skinned, black haired young boy falling straight out of the portal. And he was heading straight towards his position.
Magnus quickly jump back in the air avoiding the oncoming person that was making a crash landing.
*Boooooom*
Whoever this was crash landing shook the surroundings. They cracked the ground and kicked up ice everywhere.
"Ah, Arcann I'm so going to get my revenge for this betrayal." A young boys voice full of mockery echoed out from the pit in the ice.
Then another voice came out from the portal, "Yeah, yeah, whatever Skarr."
"But you may want to look behind you, we have a guest." Arcann said as he calmly floated out of the portal. His red eyes were looking directly at Magnus. Skarr groaned out of discomfort as he said, "I already know about that."
*Rumble*
Skarr shot up out of the ice and landed in the ice not far off from Magnus's position, who was currently scanning them both with his sight. And what he saw made him grip his axe tighter, his nerves were on fire after seeing a blinding bluish white light coming from Skarr.
It looked as if an apocalyptic, or cataclysmic storm resided inside of him.
Skarr now standing tall, also saw something similar looking at Magnus
But something weird was going on, something that made Arcann roll his eyes in annoyance.
"Fucking battle junkies' man." Arcann mumbled out.
Both Skarr and Magnus's body were shaking, not out of fear no. But out of excitement, because in both of their eyes they saw a kindred spirit.
Blood pumping faster, and steam expelling off of them as they stared at one another, as they only saw one thing and one thing only.
They both saw.... a new rival!
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