Wow guys...Stan Lee. He's dead. 95. That man had a long life but now he has left us with one hell of a legacy. Not just that, but a Pokemon movie with Ryan Reynolds as a talking Pikachu looks too funny! I'm definitively going to see that.

Anyway. After what seemed like years of roadblock I've FINALLY finished the second chapter for this story. Now hopefully, with my mind set on this story, I can get more written. I So sit back and enjoy this chapter, hopefully.

Chapter 2

The all seeing Heimdall, watcher of Asgard, stood as he always does at the edge of the Bifrost that lead into Asgard, watching the beings of the nine realms going about their daily lives. His all-seeing eyes lingering on Midgard the longest.

Of all the world's, Midgard had, was, and would, have events occurring upon it. For you see, the realm of Midgard, had become home to many supernatural beings, a prime example would be none than the Devils of the Underworld.

Those Devil's weren't having a great time. First the loss of their leaders and then their civil war. Now here they were reincarnated beings of the supernatural and human world to replenish their numbers after losing so much.

"They really are desperate to increase their numbers aren't they, my lord?" Heimdall said.

Odin nodded at the watcher's words as he stood beside him. "They have suffered greatly, Heimdall. Pureblood female Devils are known to take a long time to give birth. Those nobles within the Underworld can despise the idea of Ajuka but it's the only way to recover after having lost so much. They should be lucky they were able to turn one of the Dragon Kings into a Devil."

Heimdall was correct about the Devil's being lucky to do such a thing. To make the Dragon King Tannin into a Devil should be a major moral boost for them. Not something to scowl upon.

Tannin wasn't the only one to boost their man power. They had many supernatural beings. The descendant of the legendary hero Beowulf. The master magician, Macgregor Mathers. Souji Okita, captain of the 1st squad of the Shinsengumi.

And that despicable clone of Surtr…

Surtr had died in his foolish attack on Asgard, but somehow, someway, the Devil's managed to make a clone of the Fire Giant called Surtr Second, who was nicknamed The Strongest Rook. How? How in the Nine Realms had they been able to recreate and clone that monster!? Surtr and Thor were nowhere to be found after the God of Thunder's fatal attack. Nothing remained for either of them to be cloned or reanimated.

Next time the Alfather paid those Devil's a visit they better answer how they created that clone.

Suddenly Heimdall's voice reached his ears, "Are you here to listen to what I have to say about him my king?"

Odin nodded, "Of course I am."

"It is the same as always my king. Thought I must ask, why have you taken an interest in him?"

"Why him?" Odin asked as he looked upon Midgard, "Because I have a feeling that boy has potential and…Mjolnir has been acting up again."

"Do you really think it's possible...?

"Anything is possible Heimdall. I gave my eye for wisdom and foresight but even I cannot see what the outcome will be for this boy."

So that's why the Alfather couldn't intervene on the boy's life. The Watcher of Asgard thought. Nevertheless, to just sit here and watch him go through such a thing...something had to be done for him. The boy was already deep in supernatural events, which were unfortunately scarring him mentally.

If the Alfather wasn't going to do anything to help him then who would? The Devil's? If they knew whose blood that boy carried, they would no doubt try to obtain him, even if it mean the risk of starting a new war. Devil's were greedy beings afterall and would do anything to get what they wanted.

But such a thing would never come to pass. Not when those greedy nobles had to face the Four Great Satans. Especially the Super Devil's of the Gremory and Astaroth family.

What of the Angels? Pft, what would those "holy" beings do for one child? They've sat in their realm watching people die for eons. Some were killed because their Christian follows said it was because it was the will of God.

Will of God…

How barbaric!

The Lord of the Christian Heaven would be appalled at such things. Or so it's said by the Archangel Michael.

That left the third and weakest of the Biblical Factions. The most deceitful and unorganized group to ever exist.

The Fallen Angels. Or better known by their organization's name, Grigori.

Those dark winged counterparts of the Angels were still causing problems to this day. Hell, they had just committed another murder upon a human to entertain them.

What in Asgard were the Cadre doing? Why wasn't their Governor General trying to stop them? Oh that's right! He's wasting time tinkering with Sacred Gears!

If that fool Azazel didn't step down and let his vice governor general take command, then something bad was bound to happen. Heimdall and his King knew this.

"Do you still believe this is the only way?"

Odin chuckled humorously, "You don't believe in my wisdom? I've said it before Heimdall. That boy has potential. Yes, he is going through a rough time, but I know he will survive this. Besides this is nothing compared to what his ancestor faced. A few experiments upon his body won't kill him. No, it will only raise his determination to fight and survive. In fact, if Mjolnir keeps acting as it is, then this boy will leave a major impact upon not only the Norse world but the entire Supernatural verse."

The Alfather gave one last look upon Midgard before heading back to the palace to see his sons. Mentally musing over his words to Heimdall.

"When you awaken your power you shall shake the very foundation of what the supernatural world was built upon. For you are the descendent of the God of Thunder..."


"Sigurd!"

When that name was declared, a messy dark auburn-haired boy with a white streak in his hair and blue eyes, which where narrowed in anger, looked up. The scientists of this hell hole wanted him for another one of their tests.

He hated this place. He hated everything about it. He remembered being taken to this place, to be tested on because of "special power" he had within him.

What power? What the fuck where these bastards talking about? He had no power or any desire to achieve it! He just wanted to get the fuck out of here and live a normal life, but not before killing those who put him through all these tests and burn it to the ground!

He had been enduring these horrendous test since...forever!

He didn't know who his parents were nor where he came from. Only that this institute, which was named after the Norse hero Siegfried, had been his home for nearly all his life. And he would be known as Sigurd.

Sigurd…

The name Siegfried was known by in the ancient world. Why was he called that? Why was there even a place named after him? And why was very person given a name similar to the hero's!? Every time he asked these questions he would be given the silent treatment. Which he greatly detested.

He continued to glare at the man who stood at the entrance to his room, or rather cell, waiting impatiently for him to follow.

Sigurd knew what the consequences where if he defied them, as he had many times in the past. Still glaring he rose to his feet and followed the man to where the testing grounds, all the while spouting curses and insults to him in his head.

The walk to the testing room was quick since his cell was so close to it. It was large, packed with machinery, scientist, and covered in green tiles.

As he was lead toward the head scientist, he saw there was another boy with them. Unlike him, he had all white hair and red eyes.

"Welcome Sigurd." The head scientist greeted without any hint of sympathy for the red head. "I'd like you to meet our newest subject, and your partner. Subject 759026, named Siegfried, the perfect clone of the old hero!"

So...they finally did. They created a clone exactly like how they expected the Norse hero to be. What's more they were making him his partner!? Where they going to make this perfect clone of Siegfried his fighting partner?

"Siegfried here has proven capable of wielding Gram. Something you sadly cannot do. You are nevertheless, one of our best fighters and will be going out on a mission with Siegfried as backup. The objective is to eliminate a Devil lurking around nearby. It may be a spy trying to get information on what we are doing."

So another Devil slaying today, and this time as back up...great. If he wasn't being tested on it was killing Devils or other demons snooping around the institution. The Devils had been trying to get information from here for years he had forgotten how many Devils he killed.

He moved to the weapons table to gathered up the weapons needed to kill the Devil; Holy gun, light sword, cross, bible, and the newest invention by the Vatican, the Holy Grenade or HG for short.

It was basically grenades dipped holy water. This weapon has performed successfully in a test run against a Stray and had been killing many Devils since then.

Once geared up he followed Siegfried and another scientist through a door.

"Remember. If either of you, especially you Sigurd, try to escape, we will find you. Is that clear?"

That made Sigurd's temper boil. Of course he wouldn't try to escape...again. Thirteen times he tired and thirteen times he failed. Why? Because of the tracker they placed on his ankle His last attempt had almost bought him freedom but alas he was recaptured and beaten as punishment since this time he had killed a man in his escape.

Fuck the Church. These people devoting themselves to a God who's never show himself to his followers are a bunch of fucking idiots. He hated everyone of them. Well...not all of them.

Since arriving at this place he only came to care for one person and one person only. His caretaker, Autumn Locksworth. That woman was the only person who truly cared for him. After his tests she'd clean the wounds he'd receive, sneak some extra food into his cell, and encourage him to be strong.

"Sigurd?"

"Yes…" He muttered.

"Good. The Devil was last spotted north-west of the building. May the Father give you strength."

"Well...lead on." Sigurd said to Siegfried as he followed the white haired hero to where the Devil was spotted.


"Ericsson, are you absolutely sure he is the one!?"

The head scientist of the Siegfried Institution looked to the one who questioned him and frowned. "He is the one. That boy has the blood of the Norse God Thor within him. Im sure of it."

"You're sure of it!? What if he's just a regular boy? If you suggest disposing of him I swear-"

"I am not like Valpar! I am not a butcher of children obsessed with Holy Swords!" Ericsson snapped.

He knew of the atrocities of former Archbishop Valper Galilei and made him wonder why they didn't just kill the man. Death would have been more suitable for that murder. While the Siegfried clones where sometimes a hit and miss, they were disposable. Sigurd wasn't, he wasn't a clone reincarnated with the hero's DNA. He was a living descendant of the Thunder God and Thor had been said to be one of the strongest beings in existence. He could level mountains, obliterate armies, and split the sea!

If that power could be unlocked they would have a major advantage over the Devil and Fallen Angels. Not even the current Satan's could stop the power of the God of Thunder. Yes…Sigurd had that special power and he would find a way to unlock it. No matter the cost…


And that is the end of that.

I was stuck between either Freed or Siegfried but I chose the latter. Sigurd will eventually be called Thor but not yet. As for pairings...Since Thor's name wasn't in the name list I had to go with Siegfried so this will be a Siegfried Rosswiesse pairing. I MIGHT add our favorite Priestess of Thunder to make it a small harem.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If their are mistakes don't be afraid to point them out to help make this chapter better.