Arthur kicked the car out of the bar. He walked out with a taste for vengeance now. He examined the devastation ahead of him. Cars overturned and ablaze. Clearly wanton destruction. He looked and saw a fairly large figure in the distance. Arthur blasted off and charged the figure, ramming it in the back and throwing it clean off track.
"Who the hell are you?" Arthur said landing next to the figure.
Raising up the figure was taller than Arthur who was already hovering a few feet above the ground. Before he could get a good look, he was met with a powerful backhand and slammed into a building. Arthur flew out of the building rising above and well away from the figure and finally saw the man, however this was no man, he had pale sickly skin stretched tight across the bones and muscles. The thing was taller than Arthur, and had a jagged and rusty helmet with enormous horns jutting from the forehead of the helmet, just like a devil. He was clad in jagged rusted armor with seemingly demonic runes that glowed red. He topped his appearance off with a massive and jagged sword that was black as pitch. It looked like it had been forged from the darkness itself.
"Who the hell am I?" It said. "I am the end of everything, I am the demon-god of death, and the ruler hell itself. I am Balor!"
His voice was scratchy, slightly distorted and demonic. When he finished his sentence, he raised a ghastly arm, and the concrete around him and Arthur erupted. Sickly green glowing skeletons grabbed ahold of Arthur's feet, pinning him, and started breaching the ground, they raised in rustic and jagged armor somewhat similar to Balor's. However with a twist of his hand, they turned and glowed red, like him. They then started to form a pale and ragged skin on them. Arthur was in disbelief at all this.
Balor walked over to the pinned Arthur. Desperately Arthur fired his repulsors at him, but Balor simply lifted his sword, and the darkness of it absorbed the blast. Once Balor reached Arthur, he grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
"I give you one chance to escape this alive, mortal. Bring me Hela's brother, Thor, and you have my word that I will make your later death quick." He said.
Arthur sat there momentarily and thought, he could die now in vain. Or he could retreat and come up with a plan.
"I... will..." he said.
Balor tossed him back into the bar and his army started to fade away, as did the demon god of death. With a sinister laugh he was gone. Arthur retracted back the helm of the suit and sat there in disbelief of what just happened. He got up and crawled back to Carolyne who was now trying to stand while leaning on the bar. He grabbed her and looked into her eye.
"We need to find help. Bad."
Transition: Balor
Balor had been killed for centuries. However his spirit remained. Somehow he managed to make it to Hel, one of the Norse afterlife realms. After consuming multiple souls of the dead, he came across the spirit of Hela, the Norse goddess of death. He made a pact with Hela's spirt in Hel, Balor was given all the armies of Hela's draugr, this combined with his army of dead sinners, known as the sluagh, and already unbelievably powerful status as a god and a demon made him nearly untouchable. He was to kill Thor and bring his soul to Hela so she could torment the god of thunder for all enternity. She wanted vengeance. Balor just wanted the power that death and souls brought him, eventually though, he planned to betray Hela, and consume both her and Thor's spirit. Then he could destroy the entire Norse pantheon, adding power as he went. Then he would enslave the world, and then, the galaxy.
Balor transported his army to a remote mountaintop in Ireland, there he built a fortress from the bones of dead creatures. He housed his army here, and soon he planned to bring his lieutenants home, Caorthannach, the Fire Spitter, and Dullahan, the Death-Rider and Herald of Balor.
However before he could do this, his sentries alerted the death lord of a mortal woman approaching his castle. Balor took his sword and he teleported in front of her. She was clad in red and white armor not dissimilar to the metal man he encountered earlier. She had medium length white hair and blood red eyes.
"Leave mortal. This is no place for you." Balor said.
"You're the lord of death, right?" She said.
"You are nothing to me foolish girl. This is your final chance to leave before I consume your soul." He said.
"I don't think you quite get it, Lord Balor. I wish not to encroach on your fortress but, I would like to join you in your conquest." The girl said.
"What could I possibly gain from enlisting a mortal?" Balor bellowed.
"Anything. Whatever you desire, I will serve as a weapon of your choice. An extension of your blade." She said
"What is your name, mortal?" Balor said pondering.
"Ashe." She said.
Balor grabbed her in a force-field of red energy, he could feel that she harbored extreme hate for the earth and humanity in her. He cared not why, but it would be of great use. Balor stripped the armor from her and reformed it into a molten looking glob. He set it aside and then took Ashe apart, piece by piece, replacing human with demonic machine. His final product was Ashe's body turned into a machine that could summon the same red energy as Balor that she could create constructs out of, her eyes were now completely red, and glowed. Her body was a perfect fusion of woman and machine. She was now flawless for conquering under Balor.
Balor let a self gratifying smirk cross his face.
"Ashe, you are now truly an extension of my will. A weapon in my conquest. You are no longer Ashe, from henceforth you are Morrigan, the Will of Balor."
Thunder crackled in the sky as Ashe died, and Morrigan was created. She looked at her arms and laughed with pure malice. Demonic energy and cybernetic augmentation poured through her laughter like venom.