The Valkyrie Sisters and the Bermuda King.
I really own the Bermuda King(Obviously). This story does not have a a beginning; it will just start where that action begins.
The king fall with defeat and the valkyries smiles with with triumph.
"Heh, that guy was so easy to beat that it makes me wonder if demons have grown weaker!" Silmeria proudly exclaimed, "Or maybe, I'm so amazing and too awesome for them."
"Hey now, this was a cooperation. Don't get so full of yourself!" Hrist scolded.
"What?! You two didn't even help! You guys are only useful by staying on the sidelines, wearing cheerleaders outfits. Maybe cheering with PomsPoms." Silmeria snickered as Hrist growled darkly with vexation from her sister's overblown pride. Lenneth intervene before another fight would happened.
"Silmeria, so if there was a new opponent that none of us have seen, would you be able to handle it alone?" She questioned.
"Is that how you think of me? Hel, I can take hundreds of them down without breaking a sweat!" Silmeria yelled, taking the question she thought as a affront.
"I would love to see that." Lenneth smiled.
Then a sudden rumbling echoed around the room. The valkyries turned behind their back with a cursory glance and slowly turned at front of the once-thought dead king with a gargantuan creature behind him. With a impacting roar, "Prepare for battle. Prove your worth Valkyries!" The Bermuda King bellowed. The sisters all gasped in awe of the new adversary with two simple words.
"Bloody Hel."