Chapter 52: Final Fights
"The Djinn are massing in great numbers in portals in Germany and France. They are also approaching Arabia. I have spoken with my sources within the netherworlds, and they confirm that the mad man who leads the Djinn is coming also. Preparing for the final coming." Loki said.
"Do we know who is marshalling them?" Thor asked. He had seen to it that Merkel had died, whilst Macron was a prisoner in his own home. "Is it those towel wearing Kings?"
Loki snorted. "No, Sire, they are actually committing a lot of troops to defend their own possessions, they know that if the Prophet comes out into the world, their power will be gone. The Iranians are of course trying their hardest to make that happen."
"Very well." He looked around and then looked to Heimdell. "Heimdell, what do you see?"
Heimdell, the chief guard and foreseer of Asgard had been silent for most of the war they had been waging, but now he spoke and his words were deep and chilling. "I see the hordes of Djinn coming, the people of Europe and America fighting them with all they have. And I see you, Sire, fighting with everything you have. Stormbreaker living to its name. And there is darkness, so much darkness."
"Do you see Muhammed?" Thor asked.
Heimdell shook his head. "I cannot see that monster, Sire. I try, and every time I do, it becomes something less."
Thor nodded. "Very well then." He turned back to Loki. "I want you to command three hundred of our best wizards, take them to France, and wipe out the whoever is allying themselves with the Djinn. And have them also speak with Macron, remind him of what he has to lose." Thor grimaced at that, he didn't want to kill the man's wife, but he would if he had to. "And make sure you summon Amora back." Loki nodded. Thor turned to Tyr. "Tyr, you shall command defence of Asgard, ensure that none come in and none leave. If any try to, make sure they are executed." Tyr nodded. Thor then turned to Heimdell. "Heimdell, my old friend, I wish for you to command the fight into Arabia. You know that place better than anyone else here. We cannot have them falling into chaos or to that monster." Heimdell nodded.
"And where will you go, Sire?" Loki asked.
"I will go to Germany, the land where the Djinn have the most influence. Merkel might be gone, but there is someone else there, pulling the strings of the new government and ensuring their mistakes are made a new." Thor said. He then said. "Enough of this discussion, you are all free to go." They nodded, bowed and departed. Only Sif was left with him; he took her hand. "Are you okay, my love?" He asked.
Sif laughed. "I am about as well as can be expected with everything that has been happening. And yourself?"
"I am tired. I feel my age for the first time in a long time. I wish for this war to be over, and I wish for peace. I fear what I might have to do to ensure that though." Thor replied.
Sif took his hand. "Whatever you must do, I will be there with you, through it all."
Thor smiled and kissed her cheek. "I know, my love."
