"What do I want? You have something that belongs to me." She said as she eyed his sword.

Tony bit his lower lip he couldn't give her his sword even if it's cursed him. It's been in his family for generation he wasn't going to give it up not even to the goddess of Chaos. The goddess watched him closely she knew he wouldn't give up the sword to her so easily. Not that she minded, it wasn't just the sword she was after anymore.

"Please little boy, running around playing hero slaying demons and monsters certainly isn't going to break the curse that befallen you."

"Jethro is working hard on a cleansing spell that will break it. I have the utmost faith in him." Tony said.

The goddess of Chaos began to laugh. "Jethro, that poor excuse for a magician please his magic is half assed. He couldn't even pull a rabbit out of hat."

Tony grits his teeth how dare she talk about Jethro in such a way. "Oh did I upset you? He couldn't even save his so called fiancée Aviva."

She could see Tony's eyes narrow at her as they slowly began to turn crimson. This was just too easy he was progressing into his beast form and all she had to do was talk badly about that worthless pitiful magician.

Mark and Michael came outside to find where Tony and Jethro were. They spotted Tony talking with some woman and noticed how tense Tony looked from his posture. This couldn't be good. Michael looked at the woman more closely he's seen her somewhere before where exactly he wasn't sure.

"Mark, go find Jethro I'll go help Prince Anthony." Michael said.

Mark nodded as he headed off to find Jethro. Tony gripped his sword tightly he just about had it with this woman who just looked at him smugly. He charged at the woman ready to slice her in half. She just stood there waiting for it. He found himself on the other side of her. Her body reattached herself from where Tony sliced through.

"Haha! I'm a god you can't kill me with sword even if it's made from the blood of demons."

The goddess looked to see Michael coming their way. "Hmm…looks like someone is coming to help you. He'll be a nice change to my collection as well."

Tony just stood there dumbfounded.

Mark roamed through the town looking for Jethro. Where the hell could he be? There really weren't many places Jethro could be. So where the hell could he be?

He scanned the area carefully until he spotted Jethro siting dejectedly by an old willow tree at the edge of town. "Jethro!" He called out.

Jethro didn't even budge an inch as Mark came over to him. "Jethro…" Mark said again as he came up beside him.

"Leave me alone Mark."

Mark noticed Jethro's forlorn expression on his face. "Jethro…"

"I screwed up…I royal fucked things up." Jethro said.

Mark noticed Jethro's red eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks the man had been crying. This was a shock for Mark he didn't think Jethro had it in him to cry he was too man for that. "Jethro…Tony is in trouble."

Jethro just buried his face in his hands not even listening to what Mark said. Too lost in his self-pity to even notice Mark.

"I'm horrible! Why did I do it? I should have never taken on this task; I should have sent him to some other magician who could help him better. I'm a worthless magician I can't even control myself I don't deserve to even be called a magician. They were right; they were all right about me. I am nothing I'm useless…"

Mark had enough of this self-pity he had to bring Jethro out of this and quickly. Who knows what that witch will do to Tony and Michael. He did the first thing that came to mind and hit Jethro over the head.

"Ow! Mark what the hell was that for?" Jethro asked.

"Sorry, to take you out of your self-loathing but Tony is in trouble." Mark said.

Jethro was silent for a moment. "Get someone else to help Tony."

Mark was speechless at what he just heard. Jethro really didn't care at all! That wasn't right? Mark knew how Jethro feels about Tony it was easy for him to see it. "Jethro, the goddess of chaos is behind this."

"So, you go help him then I'm done."

Mark narrowed his eyes at Jethro. "I can't believe you! Here I thought you really cared for Tony. He looks up to you, Tony cares about you. You're nothing but a waste of time fine I'll go take on this goddess and save Tony and break his curse by myself. I'm sure Tony will reward me with some kisses or more." Mark said sure that got under Jethro's skin to fully bring him out of this funk he was in.

Jethro was silent as he watched Mark go. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't go back and rescue him only to be rejected again.

Rejected or not you can't let someone like the Goddess of Chaos have him to do as she pleases.

After a while of arguing with himself over this Jethro finally headed back to confront the dumb bitch. To prove himself, that he's not useless. Although you'd have to be out of your mind to take on the goddess of Chaos.

He came across the goddess in the town square Michael was tied up; Tony was being held close to the woman he was in complete beast form. When Tony's eyes saw Jethro he tried to break free of the goddess but couldn't.

Jethro could see the desperation in those eyes. "Let Tony go." He told the goddess.

"I don't think so. I got what I came for so I shall take my leave of you."

Jethro narrowed his eyes he wasn't going to let her take the man he loved so easily. "Oh, I will leave you with a parting gift." The goddess said before she vanished into darkness with Tony and Michael.

The ground began to shake scaring off the villagers. Something large and massive rose up from the ground to attack its target. The thing was large standing above the houses it was made of ancient metals from long ago.

The thing scanned the area as it looked for its target. It found its target locking on it. The things target himself Jethro Gibbs.