The police never found any traces. No victims survived to tell the tale, and their murders were always clean. His never-revealed identity, forever a mystery in the history books as the man who terrorized London for countless years. Even after death, the fear of Jack the Ripper's name reverberated through London for decades on end. And even after the end of Jack's reign of terror, his name is forever immortalized as one of the most notorious and sadistic serial killers in history.

Even so, he was summoned to represent humanity in the most legendary event that ever existed. The Ragnarok.

When cast against Heracles, the Greek Demigod. It was one of the greatest ironies of fate. The Hero against the assassin, good against evil.

The Personification of Malice, against the Personification of Good.

Against all odds, dirty tricks, and plans. Jack had won, giving the human race another chance in that tournament to the death.

A long sigh came out of his mouth as he took some of his favorite tea and a glass cup. After pouring his desired amount to the tip of the cup. He brought it close to his face, feeling the smoke coming out of the liquid passing over his face.

He didn't notice his own expression of sadness, since he never knew what that morbid feeling was.

'Take that back murderer!'

'I wish you would've died!'

He remembered the screams as rocks flew into his shattered body. Along with the looks of pure contempt and hatred that the nurses who tended to his injuries threw him, all that abuse he was used to since his childhood. Those horrible colors, hurt to look at and made him feel physical discomfort.

But that wasn't what bothered him. It was to be expected that the gods did not like to lose. Much less when it's their beloved hero who's gone in the blink of an eye. That was what kept his mind in complete turmoil.

Heracles had done something he'd only felt when he'd stayed with his mother. Showing himself a color he hadn't seen in most of his life.

The Color of Love.

Heracles had given him for the first time in nearly his entire life the given unconditional love, a love he shared with every human being.

And Jack had killed him.

His gaze shifted to his cup of tea, hesitating for a moment. He took a long drink, then set it back on the table.

Usually, he would have tea in the morning, as there is no better time than the other to have tea than in the morning. Already at the beginning of the day, the caramel and delicious taste would help him to have a good mood for the whole day. The afternoon is good too, but it would be nice more to relax from a tiring day or to prepare for a long night.

Still, the taste of his favorite tea didn't help get that feeling out of his chest.

'Jack the Ripper!' The Greek God prepared for the new stage of combat, entering a battle pose even without one of his arms. 'I'll save you-' He pointed his gigantic lion-shaped mace at the Assassin. 'from your suffering!'

He poked the table with his index finger at half-second intervals. Slowly building up the courage to pick up his cup of tea again, he prepared to take another sip. The sound of a door opening caught his attention. Looking to the side, he saw the bedroom doors opening. A small figure would walk toward him. A girl with a youthful face and large reddish eyes, slightly protruding incisors, and thin eyebrows and eyelashes.

Despite her fragile princess appearance, she was anything but. She is aggressive, spoiled, and arrogant. Impressively, she was pleasant company to be around. Even though Jack doesn't like the color of pity she generates when talking to him. But it's something he can easily ignore.

"Dear lady Hlökk! Have you returned from your meeting with your sister?" Jack spoke in a cheerful but formal tone. Getting up from his bench and walking towards a counter. "Brunhilde must have called the valkyries to a meeting to prepare for the next round yes?"

He continued talking as he rummaged through the drawers for a new cup of tea. "Do you want the usual? Green tea I assume? Sorry if I'm wrong but you were always the one who prepared it so I had to assume-"

"You are doomed." Jack froze.

"Excuse me, dear lady? I don't think I understand." He turned to Valkyrie, one hand on her back in instinct.

"The gods have made a demand, which cannot be changed..." She recounted with her head down, her expression hard to read beneath her shadow. "For the death of Hercules... They want you to be damned eternally... In the fires of Helheim... They want you gone." Jack just let out a weary sigh upon hearing this.

"Not surprising, Gods are sore losers after all." The Little Valkyrie just nodded her head as she entered the room. The ripper seemed to have lost its vigor in the search, closing one drawer after another. "But I can't lie to myself that I feel flattered, the gods themselves asked for my soul."

He chuckled to himself as he placed one of his hands on his chest. "My malice touched the hearts of each of them."

"That's not something to be proud of, you know?" He looked at her with an eyebrow at the little girl, who was now very close to Jack.

"I will still feel proud regardless, my fair lady. For that is why I exist." Jack didn't notice his Valkyrie grinding her teeth behind him. "I won't change my essence for anything, not even the gods." He turned to her. Surprising himself to receiving a punch, it was weak, and Jack felt almost no pain.

"Idiot..." Jack looked curiously at her as she closed the distance between them more and more. "Dumb dumb dumb!"

She was punching him over and over, her strength barely making jack flinch, she was taking out her anger on him but trying hard not to hurt him. He had to admit that her actions were adorable along with the color of frustration, the poor thing was sad that she couldn't talk to him anymore.

'She'll get over it quickly.' He thought as he stroked the Valkyrie's head, which had now stopped hitting him. What he didn't know, was that this wasn't the reason for her frustration.

"Have you calmed down?" He received a weak nod, his head still down. "Well then, let's go. It's time then for me to meet my end." He paused, then gave a weak laugh. "Again."

The ripper slowly took his hand from the girl and walked to a corner of the room, there was his blood-red coat and hat. Reaching out to her hand, he took her trusty coat and slipped it over her gray Victorian-era formal suit and white shirt underneath.

Picking up his hat he walked towards the little girl, who was looking at him curiously.

"Well my dear Hlökk, shall we?" He held out his hand for the smaller one to take, while with his other he donned his iconic blood red steampunk top hat. "It's bad manners for a gentleman to keep a young lady like Brunhilde waiting for him." He gave her a polite smile.

Hesitantly, she reached out her own hand and accepted Jack's, who placed hers between his arm and forearm, taking her like a lady. Calmly walking out of the room.

'Sorry, Heracles... But it seems that Jack's fate has been sealed, the gods don't want to wait.' She thought in a sad tone as she looked into Jack's neutral face.

No words were exchanged, just looks. When Jack the Ripper enters the Valkyries' room which was directed by Hlökk. She slowly and hesitantly let go of his arm walked over and joined her remaining sisters. They watched him in silence. He didn't react, just waving his top hat at them.

"Well, I'm here. I won't resist the inevitable." The assassin said in a monotone, adjusting his monocle. From the facial expressions of some in that room, Jack had no desire to see their colors.

"You don't know how easy this makes sir Jack." The main Valkyrie said. Her expression was hard to read in the darkness of the room. Which was lit only by a fixture that demonstrated a kind of picture show with different faces and names floating around.

Jack didn't know what it was, but he didn't care either. Whatever that technological device was, it would be what would take him to his final destination.

"Before you go." Jack snapped out of his train of thought, turning his attention to Brunhilde. That he had something in his right hand, which was now extended to the Ripper.

They were gloves, black gloves. Equal to...

"My Völundr...? But..." He looked to the side at Hlökk, she was still there. "But how-"

"They're not perfect like me, but they'll do!" She puffed out her chest proudly. "I hope..."

Her expression of pride changed to a neutral one as her eyes hit her gloves. "From the place you're going, you will definitely need them."

Jack took the gloves, with a nod, along with a long bow taking off his top hat and placing it on his chest. "Thank you darling-"

"I don't need your killer gratitude." The main sister cut him off quickly. Not hiding her face of contempt. "You deserved a much worse fate reserved for your kind of monster."

He just kept silent as he listened to the main Valkyrie, who let out a dramatic sigh. "But, you did what you were asked to do, and you gave humanity a chance in the Ragnarok."

She for the first time lifted her head, meeting Jack's eyes. "This is your reward, but know that this will be your only form of thanks, murderer."

He placed the gloves in her hands, giving them a stretch. Closing and opening your hands testing them. 'They fit perfectly... As before.'

"I thank you all the same my dear lady, after all, this is what is expected of a gentleman," he says with a smile. "And why the hostility...? After all... It was you who summoned me."

"Silence." She cut him off with no room for objection. She turned to the floating set of holograms, typing in several squares that appeared almost at the thought of her.

Jack just chuckled silently at the Valkyrie's aggression. 'My my... She still seems affected by the death of Heracles... Strange, wasn't that what she summoned me for?' He just shook his head no.

'Why try to understand? Emotions can easily dominate someone's mind, and that makes them so much more beautiful.' But Jack still found it ironic how hated he was even after he'd fought so hard to save them.

'That whole fight was one of the greatest ironies of fate.' Jack thought as Brunhilde finished poking at the squares. Turning to Jack. "Until never again Jack, it was a disgrace meeting you."

Jack just smiled at the Valkyries, saying goodbye by lifting his top hat. "The pleasure was all mine, m'lady."

His body started to feel much lighter, tranquility took over his body and his vision became blurrier. Jack Looking around could see his body being shrouded in green light. He glanced at the only valkyrie who didn't look at him with pity or hatred throughout the entire process To his partner.

She, noticing Jack's gauze falling over her, gave a nod with a clearly conflicted smile. He just pulled his top hat down a little in acknowledgment. Then her body completely fell apart into little green shards.

But unlike the other combatants, the shards didn't soar high into the heavens to be greeted by the countless stars and angels.

They went down. To the infernal fires that awaited him.

In every part of his body, he felt pain, his head felt like it was going to explode. It looked like his entire body had been dismembered and then the removed limbs were put back in their place. Every muscle screamed in pain as he struggled to get up. His eyes fought with all their strength to open.

And when they finally opened to reveal the world, he was faced with a reddish sky, a symbol of several squares merging together into a pentagon that stood in the center, this symbol over the sky. A pentagram.

'This... It's unexpected...' He thought as he slowly stood up, he finally managed to ignore the pain in his body.

'Heh, this might be a huge inconvenience, but nothing compared to the pain my body felt after the fight with Heracles...' He chuckled to himself, but then his face changed to one of shock as he remembered the events. that took him to where he was.

'Wait...This is...Helheim?' He thought as he looked around. The scenario he faced could be summed up in one color. Morbid.

The red backdrop dominated everything, even so. What he didn't expect to see was a lively city in full motion. Houses lined the side of streets, buildings with billboards hanging from many of them. Neon signs, cars, and even stores.

'This... Not what I expected... Not at all...' When Jack was sentenced to descend into the Underworld, he expected a place of death. Souls wandering aimlessly, a constant battle for survival, a lifeless, hopeless landscape.

'Hades… had a fully functioning society down here…?' He thought as he removed his hat, still trying to reason what he saw down there.

Running one of her hands through her hair, trying to distract her mind from turbulent thoughts-

He passed again. He felt her hair, but first, he felt an extremely hard surface. Like a tree trunk, or animal bone.

'Something is wrong... Very wrong.' He thought tensely, very worried that something had gone wrong with his body. Looking at his hand, his eyes widened. His hand seemed to have stretched out. They no longer looked like fingers, instead, they looked like claws. His glove was impressively still intact as if it had stretched along with his new hand.

Tucking his hand into his pouch in desperation, he pulled out one of his blades and quickly lifted it aside.

What he saw in his reflection genuinely for the first time shocked the assassin to his core.

His jaw up now had what looked like a mask. A small deer skull mask. His eyes now looked like just a bright dot at the bottom of that mask, in the same shades as his original eyes had.

His 'horns' seemed to pass through his blood-red hat and his jaw that was not part of that mask now had charcoal black fur.

He had become like a Wendigo from horror stories.

'What the hell happened to me...?'

He seemed taller as well. Very tall, he guessed he could be at least 2 meters and 60 centimeters tall. His gentlemanly appearance is gone. Now he was a true monster, not being exclusive inside him now.

"Well..." He said in an exasperated tone. "I don't know what happened to me, but it seems I'm one of those abominations that rule these streets now..." He said to himself as he watched the various monsters that came in countless shapes, sizes, and hideous appearances that dominated the streets.

I will deal with this problem later.' Putting his cyberpunk top hat back on his head and adjusting his monocle. He surveyed his surroundings and found his trusty cane lying beside him on the floor.

'How convenient...' Jack thought in an ironic tone as he took his cane and entered the infernal city. 'Now...' He looked further. "Let's see what hell has to offer a gentleman." He spoke with a smile beneath his skull as he crossed the streets and joined the crowds of rowdy and unruly demons.