Chapter 22: The Beginning of the End.

Vincent The Fiend, Odin Allfather:

"We are nearly there Fiend, have you given any thought to what you shall sacrifice?" Odin roared over the howling winds that whipped around them.

"I have, young god, I have…. Long ago in an age past I was….. Different, I lived as a true mortal with fear in my soul and hope in my heart but all was lost when they took her from me. Who am I kidding I have always been what you saw back in the ring, a being who brings only death, destruction and chaos. I shall give the only thing that means something to me." Vincent spoke into the mind of the Allfather.

After a few minutes in silence, the duo walked through a small damp cave before coming into a clearing with a strange ancient tree that had blue and purple leaves beneath it sat an ordinary looking well and next to the well sat an old man with a frail body and long white hair. Grey robes hung loose over his frame, the old man sat enraptured by some book of black leather and strange green runes scrawled on the front cover.

"Mimir, it has been too long." Odin spoke to his old friend, his voice cautious. Vincent walked to up to the well peering inside. "Ahhh you brought one who seeks knowledge, or is it wisdom?" Mimir spoke his voice raspy and tired.

"It is none of your concern, wise man. My reasons are my own as is what I seek. The allfather told me that in order to drink from the well and gain Knowledge from it, I must give something of value to me." Vincent turned to Mimir for confirmation." Aye but I must say a man such as you, or rather a beast such as you may not want to drink from it. Alas I gather you aren't one to be told what to do, a warning though it will be more than you expect." Mimir closed his book and rose to his feet, walking up to Vincent and sticking out his hand,

" My name is Mimir and you, you are The Fiend are you not? This book here foretold your arrival and it speaks of how you will meet your end." Mimir waited for Vincent to shake his hand. Vincent looked at Mimir's hand then to the book then to Odin and without a word he drew his blade and cut off Mimir's head throwing his body into the well and then in an instant he murdered Odin stabbing him in the gut and twisting his blade, Odin felt the magic leave his body and the last thing the Allfather saw was his body being thrown into the well.

"Mmmmm at last I'm rid of that rank old man and free to bring this place crashing down into oblivion." Vincent spoke aloud before grabbing the head of Mimir and ripping the flesh, Muscle and sinew from it he cracked the skull open extracting the brain and filling the top of the skull with the bloody water from the well.

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Fjalar, Katla, Gwyven:

'Three months have gone by and still no word from Vincent but that strange man if he can even be called that is still here hanging around the town and watching myself and Katla. His eyes have barely left us and we barely have time to study and train our magic, I talked to Katla about it and we've decided to talk to him to see if he has anything more to ask or say. On another note Katla's birthday is this week and I finally finished the swords I'm going to give her, I have a feeling she might know but I'm unsure, either way I know she'll like them, well I'd like to write more but I need to get to work and finish my bola launcher aptly named "The Mangler" I'll write more when I get home tonight.' Fjalar enjoyed keeping a journal of his day's spent on Helgafjall a habit he had developed back on Berk and one he didn't mind keeping.

As Fjalar left his home he spotted Gwyven-Val Aer leaning against a wall he seemed to be waiting for him because once Gwyven Spotted Fjalar he nodded his head and began walking up towards Hiccup. "I was beginning to think I missed you, that you already headed to the forge, Listen I must be going something has happened in Asgard and I fear for the worst. If a man calling himself the Fiend comes here crush this stone and I will come. The fate of our world depends on it." Gwyven handed Fjalar a small runestone before taking a step back and shooting up towards the sky in a bolt of Golden Yellow lightning.

Fjalar looked at the stone and continued onward, Gwyven's words ringing in his head. The forge was empty, not even groundsplitter was there and Katla had taken toothless out earlier in the morning to get him looked at, he had been feeling somewhat off ever since they got back from Elyria. A few hours passed and Fjalar was so focused on making some of the more intricate parts of his machine that he didn't realise Katla had arrived.

"My I've been standing here for nearly ten minutes and you haven't even noticed me or toothless. I guess you really are hard at work huh?" Katla spoke as she walked over to Fjalar's work table and noticed the small runestone. "Yeah sorry the folding arms of this thing are fucking annoying. Anyway, how are you doing and how's toothless?" Fjalar stopped what he was doing and walked up to the table and leaned on it looking over at Katla as the last rays of sunlight trickled through the window, the light seemed to make Katla glow. "Do I have something on my face Fjalar?" Katla's voice pulled Fjalar out of his trance. "Uh-uh n-no sorry I just got lost in thought. That runestone there Gwyven gave it to me said that if The Fiend ever shows up here to crush it and he'd come back and that the Fate of our world depends on it. I was thinking of telling Vincent whenever he returns, if he ..." Fjalar was cut short by a loud sharp ringing sound that seemed to come from everywhere; it was so loud it brought him and Katla to their knees.

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Vincent:

"So the Nameless One has awoken and is coming, I am to be his chosen warrior. The realm of man is mine to conquer and destroy for he seeks to rebuild the universe and should I do this for him, He will grant unto me a life that I lost many years ago, now that choice is mine should I go with fate and betray the last of my blood for a chance at eternal peace or continue to struggle against it." Vincent thought out loud, he looked around the small garden that the Well of Mimir sat in and knew he had already made his choice, tossing aside the skull of Mimir which he used just moments ago as a cup he fell back into his own shadow."I will walk the path of chaos and reap the souls of the damned. This universe shall be mine to tear down and a new life I shall be granted!" With these words The Fiend unleashed Death and Destruction upon the realm of Asgard bringing it low and reducing it to little more than a pile of dust and ash, a thunderous wave of force emitted outwards from the center of Vincent's wrath rippling the very fabric of reality itself and only silenced remained here in this place.

A bolt of golden yellow lightning arced across the sky as it came crashing down about 50 yards from Vincent The Fiend. "Finally I found you after all these years, you are now within my grasp!" Gwyven-Val aer Yelled in fury at Vincent.

"Gwyven-Val aer the black sword of the Good King Gwyndolin…. It has been millennia since last we spoke, I believe I told you to stay well away or I would rip out your spine as you still breathed." The Fiend spat in disgust before continuing,"You once served me but now you cater to my brother, a peace loving little bitch, unfit to be called War, that title and Power should be rightfully mine!" Vincent was seeing red his only thought was to kill the man he once trained and called brother.

"I see there shall be no reasoning with you, for you have fallen into darkness…. I shall lay you to rest upon this battlefield of fire and ash!" Gwyven drew his sword and shield, Vincent drew his gnarled greatsword of Death and charged forward with blinding speed. Gwyven copied him and when they met a resounding thunderous wave of energy fueled by malice, hatred and magic rang out across the dimensions. Their swords locked, "Come now Vincent I know you are strong enough to defeat the darkness within you, don't give up keep fighting against it, I cannot lose you too!" Gwyven tried to reason with his old master and friend but to no avail. Blow after blow they traded until Gwyven struck the ground throwing Vincent back 20 feet and immediately after with his sword in the ground he sent a massive shockwave of lightening towards Vincent, it slammed into him causing him to yell in pain before releasing a huge ball of fire that exploded just before Gwyven making him fly backwards. His ears ringing he shakily got to his feet and readied for an onslaught coming from Vincent.

In the blink of an eye The fiend was upon him crashing down with the force of a dragon splitting his shield in two and cleaving deep into Gwyven's shoulder, green blood rushed forward from the blue scaled dragonborn, who thrusted up into the abdomen of Vincent his sword breaking off leaving the blade stuck there.

"WHY YOU INSIGNIFICANT INSECT!" Vincent roared in pained fury before leaving his sword embedded in Gwyven's shoulder he began pummeling his face in. With every hit scales, blood and chipped teeth flew out across the ashen ground, bones snapped and broke until they popped out of his flesh, Gwyven sat there broken, beaten and bloodied barely able to breath his tongue had been torn in half by his own broken teeth, his jaw hung slack, He tried to say something but Vincent hit him once more then The fiend broke off Gwyven Horns and shoved them into his swollen busted eye sockets. Ripping his greatsword out of Gwyven's shoulder with a sickening squelch he spat on the corpse before repeatedly smashing it with the flat of his blade.

"Almost lost my cool there." Vincent said with a heavy sigh and wipeing of his brow before opening a portal back to Helgafjall.