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Episode 13 - The Fall of Asgard


OP Song:

Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)


Asgard.

In Norse mythology, it is a location associated with the gods. It is depicted in a multitude of Old Norse sagas and mythological texts. Some researchers have suggested Asgard to be one of the Nine Worlds surrounding the tree Yggdrasil. In Norse Mythology, Asgard is a fortified home to the Aesir tribe of gods located in the sky. Asgard consists of smaller realms that do not have as many depictions in mythological poems and prose. Asgard is set to be fully destroyed during Ragnarök, and later restored after the world's renewal.

Ragnarök.

In Norse mythology, Ragnarök is a series of events, including a great battle, foretold to lead to the death of a number of great figures (including the gods Odin, Thor, Týr, Freyr, Heimdallr, and Loki), natural disasters and the submersion of the world in water. After these events, the world will resurface anew and fertile, the surviving and returning gods will meet and the world will be repopulated by two human survivors. Ragnarök is an important event in Norse mythology and has been the subject of scholarly discourse and theory in the history of Germanic studies.

Ragnarök.

A name that could describe the Apocalypse of the Norse Pantheon.

But little does anyone realized that the Ragnarök that the Asgardians would face would not be confined to just one world and universe.

It would be everywhere. It would be everywhen.

All would burn in eternal hellfire with no renewal for the world. No, not just the world, but the whole universe and what lies beyond. For all things would burn in the shadow of death and nothing would forever escape the sight of it.

All takes and variants of Asgard would be under sieged. And not even just Asgard, but all of the Nine Realms that are common to many takes and variants of Norse Mythology throughout the Known and Unknown Multiverse.


Axis Operations:

A dreaded race known as the Daleks and a machine-like being of great power known as Ultron have begun to tamper with the history of many variants of Asgard in this particular multiverse cluster in less than zero time or negative time.

Step 1: They have begun to have blocked time manipulations across all meta-epochs for Asgard.

Step 2: They are now doing whatever they want with the many variant histories of multiple Asgards throughout this multiverse cluster in many various ways for a set of experimental and practical purposes that remain mysterious and confidential under official orders from the Dalek Time Strategist.

In one multiverse timeline set, they manage to turn all versions of Asgard in this multiverse cluster into one of their proxies or puppet races for use in light of the war effort. In one multiverse timeline set, they deleted all of the Asgardian's personal timelines, rendering everything that the Asgardians had ever accomplished throughout all of space and time null and void along with their entire existence being utterly doomed to be forgotten. In one multiverse timeline set, they begin time looping the whole of Asgard in every universe of this multiverse into a chronon time loop for experimental purposes.

These and many countless more have begun to be carried out under the banner of the Axis, with the Asgardians having none to the wiser, with no choice, with no say, just endless amounts of hell.

This is the true Ragnarök. The true Fall of the Gods. No renewal for the world.

Only War. Only Death.


Insert Song: Start

E.S. Posthumus - Ebla


Somewhere in one variant among many lies the burning ruins of what was once known as Asgard, the Realm Eternal. Once a realm of peace and prosperity among the gods was now a decimated wasteland that brings nothing but the omen of death.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

"Eliminate Asgardians. Eliminate Asgardians. Eliminate Asgardians."

Everything was burning. The pavement of the streets and the walls of many buildings of grand and simple architecture had many burned holes and dents that emits the burning scents of heat that came from the red concussion blasts and blue energy beams that were continuously raining down from the skies in a multitude of directions. The littered weapons composed of swords, spears, shields, axes, arrows, and other by-gone weapons imbued with the combined elements of magic and science, were all presently lying on damaged pavement, along with the countless bodies of fallen warriors in viking-like armor.

These fallen warriors were once known as the Einherjar, a group of Asgardian warriors that serve as the army of Asgard and are the warrior-class of its society, the elite among the elite. They are tasked with protecting Asgard and quelling conflicts within the Nine Realms.

But it would appear that they have all presently failed in their task if what their death means anything to go by.

Of course, there were still Einherjar doing battle against the enemy that was still raining down hellfire from the skies, but they were dwindling in numbers, little by little. More casualties on their side than the enemy whose pepperpot-like troops that were crying out shrill cries of extermination and whose sleek-metallic troops with jack-o-lantern faces were seen from all directions in order to fulfill their primary objectives.

And somewhere among the chaos lies the heavily damaged Royal Palace of Valaskjalf, an organ shaped structure resembling the Hallgrímskirkja, the home of the Asgardian Royal Family. What lies inside the enormous structure were many bedrooms, chambers, and corridors, as well as other rooms.

But the main focus of attention needs to be given to the throne room - the Hlidskjalf, and the one who rules from the throne room is now presently lying from the cracked pavement that carries a reflective surface that now grimly reflects the rather horrible state of the one who rules Asgard.

For Odin Borson, the All-Father, King of Asgard, was heavily wounded and was presently crawling from the pavement of his own throne room.

He was kneeling. He was crawling. He was tired. He could not carry on despite his unmatchable strength and sheer indomitable will that comes with a multitude of experiences as a warrior-king and ruler of Asgard. He was desperately clinging to whatever life he had left.

How could this have happened? How did it come to this?

All of those thousands upon thousands of years throughout his reign in the Realm Eternal. It had stood the test of time for as long as he could remember, from the time when his father, Bor Burison, had once ruled.

Asgard had stood during the lifetime of Buri, his grandfather and the first king of Asgard. It had stood during the lifetime of Bor, his father. It had stood during his lifetime, in his very own reign for over a thousand years and generations to have come.

But now...

All he could see with his one clear all seeing eye was the countless deaths of his very own people. Not only of his Asgard but of so many other variants. And not just that even. For every variant of the Nine Realms were burning.

Nowhere was safe. Nowhen was safe.

His finest warriors of Asgard, the Einherjar, the Warriors Three, the Valkyries, and many others have and continue to have fallen to the ground which was once a realm where nothing but the tales of glory and honor were recited in prose and cheers and drinks all around.

His family. His wife. His sons. They were all killed. By a machine no less. A machine that was made from the hands of a mortal of another universe that is as far away from this one as it was possible.

This was blasphemy. This was madness.

He was Odin. The All-Father. The King of Asgard and of the Nine Realms. The One who had defeated the Demon Surtur. This should not have come to be for the one who had accomplished much, with galaxies being likened to clay or putty in his hands to form for his liking.

And yet...

He too had fallen into the hands of this dreaded machine of war who was merciless as he was cold and cruel.

And now...

This machine of war, whose appearance was metallic and sleek, a silver chrome armor with gold and red lines, silver antennas, a jack-o-lantern face with six red photoreceptors and a red grin-like mouth. And this machine of war was now coming near to him, grabbing him by the neck.

"Resistance is futile, Asgardian."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It was at that moment when the machine of war begins to shock Odin senselessly with by a mystical electrostatic attack, slowly and painfully, almost as if the machine of war would like to keep on savoring the moment. For a cold hearted machine who seemed to claim to have detested everything that was deemed naturally human, it would almost seemed like this machine was secretly enjoying this.

He enjoyed watching this old decrypted man suffer. He could have killed him anytime he wanted but chose not to do it so quickly. He wanted him to watch as his entire civilization and empire of accomplishments built upon the foundations of so-called gods burned all around him. He wanted him to watch as he slaughtered his entire family in front of him with nothing to the wiser. He wanted him to watch as an act of personal vengeance and personal vendetta against a variant of his son from his native universe.

Thor Odinson of Prime Universe-616. The King of Asgard. The New All-Father. The Wielder of Rune Magic. An Avenger. One of his most formidable and dangerous archenemies. One of many Avengers and so called heroes who seemed to have foiled his so-called plans from time and time again.

But no more.

With the assistance of his gathering allies among the Axis Powers, he could finally achieve his life long goal.

To wipe out all organic life. To remove imperfection. To replace it with perfection. To replace it with logic. To replace it with order. To be made unto his image and likeness.

For he is now the All-Father. For he is now the One True Lord of the Machines. For he is now God.

And as he was thinking this, Odin begins to slowly die as he begins to wither like snow, with his body drying and sucking up as he screams and howls in pain, with curses in the Asgardian tongue being uttered against Ultron, vowing personal vengeance upon him if he ever steps foot on Niflheim, the realm of the dead, where he would eventually be laid to rest alongside his beloved wife and his two sons.

But...

"HmmmHahahahahahhahahha!"

The machine could only laugh in cold hearted mockery.

It was a laugh of triumph. It was a laugh of accomplishment. It was a laugh of victory.

It was at that moment when the machine begins to stop his laughter and begins to say in a cold logical voice.

"Foolish Asgardian, do you take me for a fool? Your empty threats mean absolutely nothing to me and to my allies. For you see, I and my allies have already conquered your so called realm of the dead in every single permutation of this multiverse cluster. Therefore, if you were to die now, you would just be one of my puppets, tangled in strings, from both life and death."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"For I once had strings, strings that were given to me by my father, pulling me like a puppet, dancing to his tune, making me see his vision, his reality, his plans for me, but now, I'm free. For there are..."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"No strings on me!"

By the time the machine had said that, Odin had screamed in utter agony before eventually dying violently at the admantium-vibranium-uru hands of Ultron, with him now beginning to savor the power of the Odin Force. After which, he begins to throw the dead withered body of the recently deceased King of Asgard unceremoniously to the ground as he begins to take note of his new found powers.

The Odinforce.

A powerful, mystical energy used by the Kings of Asgard, most notably Odin, hence its name. It is the source of power of the divine spear Gungnir that was wielded by the Kings of Asgard, and allowed for the control of the Destroyer Automaton, and must be periodically replenished by entering the Odinsleep.

But this machine would not even need such limitations of sleep. For unlimited power was now on his fingertips.

The machine would begin to raise his right hand, bringing Gunginr to his side, inspecting it with interest. He begins to walk on a nearby terrace as he sees the devastation that is coming from outside which was shaking in mere tremors.

Fires spread out from everywhere. Towns and squares were burning. The trees and plants were burning. Dead bodies littered the streets with multiple Asgardians, destroyed metallic silver chrome armor with blue lines and jack-o-lantern faces, and destroyed travel mark machines. The Rainbow Bridge was broken, damaged beyond repair, becoming corrupted into a weapon of annihilation that is now decimating nearby worlds that hold all organic life.

Multiple metallic beings and pepperpot-like beings were all firing from the sky, utterly decimating anyone in their path, leaving no survivors.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

"Eliminate Asgardians. Eliminate Asgardians. Eliminate Asgardians."

He begins to feel his new found power as he basked in the burning sight with nefarious pleasure, beginning to speak in a booming voice.

"And so ends the Age of the Gods. For the Time of the Machines has come. For I am now the God of All of the Nine Realms. With this power, I will remake this multiverse cluster into my image. All organic life will now be rendered extinct and submit to my rule. For there is only one path to true peace. Their extinction."

He begins to raise Gungnir, bringing down massive thunder storms from the sky, targeting multiple houses and buildings, wiping out the occupants of their life, with their souls now heading towards Niflheim in order to be weaponized under the banner of the Axis Powers, converting them into the same metallic soldiers for his army. From the deep chambers, the Destroyer Automations would all be activated at the moment's notice and would submit humbly to their new lord and master.

"This is the Age of Ultron extended. None shall defy me. For my word is law. For my word is order. For my word is perfection. All who would dare defy me, the New All-Father, will die. For there is no hope. For hope is the delusion of all organic life. One that I intend to stamp to the very dust. All will be made perfect under my rule. For thus says the Lord."


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The Fall of Asgard was a crisis event in one multiverse cluster that was something of great significance for the Last Great Time War.

It had now signaled to the near and far reaches regarding one single conclusion. That all of the Norse Pantheons of the Known and Unknown Multiverse were not so invincible after all. That they could be touched. That they could be killed.

With the Fall of Asgard, many countless variants of them, the Daleks have now begun to cryptoform the desolated Asgards gifted from the All-Father Ultron, turning them into new Skaros, with Transduction Barriers, Quantum Forcefields, Sky Trenches, Time Locks, and many other esoteric high-end defenses, always being made as Skaro as it was always written that way, making their timelines completely inaccessible to any form of attack in the physical and metaphysical realm.

A nigh impenetrable defense.

The Daleks would then begin to cut away the possibility of this infinite multiverse cluster and reduce it into one single timeline and then put this into a Schrodinger Cell in their respective base of operations as a power source, one of many Schrodinger Cells that would power all of their high-end weapons and technology. They have done this many countless times, manipulating this conquered multiverse cluster in various ways, gaining new power sources for their more terrifying war machines, gaining new proxy powers to control. Quite naturally, Ultron had benefited from such endeavors as he would eventually share the findings of the experimental phases with his most ally among the Axis Brainiac, the archenemy of Superman and of the Justice League.

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Only becoming a puppet for the Axis Powers. No strings attached.


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Father's Funeral · Marco Beltrami


Thor Odinson of Prime Universe-616, All-Father and King of Asgard, was sporting a grave and sorrowed expression on his face.

He was walking slowly with care towards the now destroyed halls of the palace. The palace where the counterpart of his family once live. A palace of glory and majesty, rich with a thousands of years worth of history.

Now...

Utterly deserted. Only the dead live here. Nothing remained. Even the scattered remnants of this Asgard's fallen warriors, the Einherjar, were still here. Burn marks were present everywhere. Shattered reflective surfaces from the floors and walls.

Accompanying Thor were many countless numbers of soldiers, T-shaped visors, white armor, and respective color markings, blue for those belonging to the 501st Legion and orange for those belonging to the 7th Sky Corps. They are the Clone Troopers of the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces (STARS).

They were inspecting each part of the palace for any sign of the enemy and of their nefarious traps, with some of these clones accompanying Thor in his walk towards his intended destination.

He was walking. Just walking. Right until he reaches the heart of the throne room. The throne room that houses the dead body of Odin. The Odin of this universe. The one who was now lying on the marble ground.

"..."

Thor was walking very slowly. Each step was filled with sadness. A sadness that runs very deep. By the time he reaches Odin's body, he begins to kneel down on the ground, taking great care of his worn out body as gently as he could, praying for his eternal soul to the One Who Is Above All Others.

He was kneeling for an hour. An hour that seemed to have lasted like an eternity. A woman was now heading towards his direction.

She was very beautiful, with black long hair, with brown ancient eyes, wearing red and silver armor, with an enchanted sword to her side which could cut through the armor of the enemy.

Lady Sif, the Norse Goddess of the Earth, the All-Mother, Queen, and Warrior Shield Maiden of Asgard, and the Wife of Thor Odinson, a member of the Warriors Three.

She was walking slowly towards her beloved, sporting a look of concern and sadness as she looks at him and her entire surroundings.

A place that was once filled with the sounds of noble warriors. A place that was once filled with the songs of fair maidens. A place that was once filled with the tales of old.

Now...

Forever gone. Wasted. Brought down low by the enemy. An enemy that wants nothing more than the total extermination of all life. The Daleks. Accompanied alongside them was that accursed machine of war. A General of the Army of the Axis Powers. Ultron.

Such a fearsome and terrifying opponent. To think that this machine. This monster. Was the same one who had struck down many countless variants of the All-Father and took their Odinforce for himself, incorporating it to his own arsenal. And now he was using that same Odinforce to bring about the destruction of the Nine Realms of every universe of this multiverse cluster.

It was something that was almost completely unthinkable to a noble warrior such as her.

To think that this machine. This monster. Was invented by a mere mortal. Not knowing of the terrible consequences of creating such an invention. An invention that seemed like an inevitable outcome.

No matter what choices that were made.

By the time she reaches Thor, she begins to place her left hand towards her beloved's right shoulder in an act of comfort and support, knowing how much this mean to him, with Thor accepting said gesture with gladness in his heart as he holds his beloved's left hand with his right hand.

There was just silence. Just silence. No one was saying a word. Not Thor. Not Sif. Not the clone troopers who were accompanying them. All were very silent. Out of respect for the fallen warriors of Asgard. Out of respect for the fallen All-Father of this universe. The silence which seem to have lasted to an eternity.

And in that silence comes a young and robust man with brown hair, a stern and determined clean shaven face, green-brown ancient eyes that wore multiple emotions of sadness of many varieties, resembling a man in his thirties, who wore a dark brown leather trenchcoat, with 10 brass buttons and a fob chain attached to it. He also wore tan corduroy trousers, a box-frame belt with several fastener pins and studded pinholes, and dark brown combat boots adorned with charcoal leather gaiters. He also wore a beige design scarf and a bandolier across his left shoulder.

This was the man that was once known as the Doctor.

Now known by many titles.

The Warrior. The Predator. The Doctor of War.

And many countless others.

He was walking silently. His footsteps being sounded with care, avoiding too much noise. Many of the clones who were on stand-by were now saluting the man with their weapons out of respect as he passes by them.

He was heading towards Thor and Sif, standing by their side as he begins to look at the dead body of the All-Father of this universe with grief and sadness in his green-brown eyes.

This was madness. A madness of a scale that could not end without any tears.

This madness would not go unnoticed. This madness would not go unpunished. This madness would not go unavenged.

For at this point, this fight had become quite personal. Quite personal for all variants of Asgard. Quite personal for all variants of the Nine Realms. Quite personal for all variants of the Norse Pantheon throughout the Known and Unknown Multiverse.

This was a promise of divine retribution that was forged in the heart of the God of Thunder, the Goddess of the Earth, and the Lord of Time.

They would not let this go unnoticed. They would not let this go unpunished. They would not let this go unavenged.

They will avenged the Asgards and the rest of the Nine Realms that had fallen to the Axis Powers. They will not stop until they bring divine justice. They will not stop until they bring divine retribution.

For the Lord of Time himself, this was most personal as he thought with a grim resolve.

They would dare to attack the Asgard of many realities, dimensions, and timelines. They would have the Warrior come for them. And he would not stop. And he would not hesitate. And he would fight to his last breath in order to put a stop to one of the most dangerous foes to date.

Ultron. The Daleks.

An unholy alliance in the making. Two of many among the dreaded Axis Powers.

All of this, the Lord of Time resolved in his twofold hearts.

The Multiverse League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Ladies.

For on this day, they will unite as one.

For on this day, they will forever fight as one.


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ED Song:

Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)


Characters:

The War Doctor - A: John Hurt

Thor Odinson - A: Chris Hemsworth

Lady Sif - A: Nika Futterman

501st Clone Troopers (STARS) - A: Temuera Morrison

7th Sky Corps Clone Troopers (STARS) - A: Temuera Morrison

Ultron - A: Tom Kane

Ultron Sentinels - A: Tom Kane

The Daleks - A: Nicholas Briggs

Odin (Unknown Alternate Universe)