The Legends Still Live On
Bogen Siebundzwanzig-komma-vier: Extra Zwölf
Kapitel Zwei: Vorschau – Der Gott des Unfugs
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Normally, a bar was where someone went to either celebrate or unwind. The flow of beer often dulled nerves enough to aid in relaxation tremendously. However, it also had the ability to make people too relaxed, as was illustrated by a couple of Germans sitting at the bar counter, already hopped up on numerous beers.
"Ich lieb' ein Mädchen
Ich weiß nicht warum
Mein Mädchen kaut Tabak
Und mein Mädchen trinkt Rum"
The drunken, German and nonsensical descendant of an old sea shanty sung just as drunkenly as expected was just too ridiculous and improper for Éclair, the Panzerkraft Capitaine of Maginot. But it wasn't like she could do anything about it, because it was Erich-Dietrich Hartmann who was so drunkenly singing presently. And right next to him, and looking to be highly amused by the blonde's singing, was Alfred-Joachim Hartmann.
The two Germans were a couple seats to the French girl's left, and they were quite drunk judging by their appearances. Both sat with backs against the bar counter itself, while the blonde brother had one of his arms resting on the black-haired brother's nearest shoulder and a glass of beer in the other hand. Both had their respective school uniforms on, with Erich having the white, black, and green Ooarai uniform and Alfred having the majority gray Schwarzwaldspitze uniform.
Éclair rolled her eyes with annoyance at the two barbaric Germans' antics, completely unamused by such improper behavior. But, yet again, there was nothing she could do about it, because she knew that if she asked them to go off somewhere else, then they would simply keep on going with their drunken antics without stopping.
Though, looking around, she noticed that she was practically alone in not enjoying the drunken German singing. Most everyone else was huffing little laughs of amusement at the scene.
"When Blackie comes down to Hilooooo," Erich sung next in English, extending 'Hilo' out for a bit. "POOR OLD MAN!" He bobbed his head in a heavily drunken manner with each syllable in the chorus line, leaning a little more onto Alfred during it as if he was trying to sit up.
After the line, the blonde just gave up with trying to sit up and plopped back against the bar counter. As he and his brother both began laughing their asses off, Alfred himself was giving a round of applause with his hands while Erich took another swig of beer out of his glass.
"Komplimente," Alfred gave his compliments, to which Erich briefly nodded with a glance his way in acknowledgment.
Again, Éclair rolled her eyes out of annoyance. "Ugh, Germans…" she muttered in distaste as she lightly rested her head on her hand, now bored. She left her drink to sit, having lost her desire for it.
But her attention was recaptured when a small bottle slid across the counter, coming to a stop in front of her. Raising an eyebrow in question, she lightly picked it up and examined it. "Nausea medicine?" she read in a questioning manner, wondering who knew of her unique needs.
"It's from that girl there," the bartender nonchalantly pointed out, using his thumb to point down to the end of the bar, to Éclair's right. The ebony-haired French girl glanced up at him briefly before choosing to look down to the end of the bar.
There, she found two more girls. One of them had long blonde hair and looked very drunk. The other was a girl with short black hair tied into a bow with a very obvious red ribbon. She had an air of great refinement about her, though looking into her brown eyes, Éclair saw how there was an absolute animal of a warrior underneath all that elegance.
As if to confirm, Shizuka Tsuruki grinned at the French girl upon their landing gazes with each other, not betraying a hint of weakness in her light smirk. "What an extremely bored face thou art making!" the Japanese samurai girl commented on Éclair's bored expression. "I wonder, if thou hast stumbled into the wrong era?"
Éclair's lips twitched up into a lightly amused smile at this girl's words. No doubt she was talking about the two barbaric Germans further down and how the French girl didn't seem to belong. "No, just another case of running into some natural-born enemies," she responded, knowing that girl would get the reference to French-German enmity. She pocketed the nausea medicine at the same time. "But merci, I just ran out of my medicine."
"Ah, well good fortunes to you then," Shizuka replied, lifting her wine glass in a salute to the ebony-haired French girl. Even the way she held it just screamed sophisticated, with how she held it with the stem between her ring and middle fingers and her entire hand cupping it from underneath.
Conversely, the blonde by her side, Rin Matsukaze, set down her empty glass on the counter with an unceremonious slam, before bellowing out, "ANOTHER!"
A few seconds later, another slam echoed throughout the bar, but this one came from the old-fashioned split wooden doors that served as the entrance. They were kicked in, and following was Shizuka going, "Bah! Who goes there!?" in surprise as she turned to the entrance on instinct.
Erich and Alfred also looked to the entrance out of curiosity at who had just ceremoniously barged in. Most of the bar erupted into commotion at the dramatic entrance.
The dramatic newcomer strode into the bar dragging in two more girls by the scruffs of their neck. Each one, Éclair and Shizuka could recognize at a glance.
"Fondue!" the ebony-haired French girl cried in surprise at one of her subordinates being dragged in.
"Madame Éclair…" the light brunette, glasses-wearing French girl just about moaned out. "Please run…"
"Asparagus!" Shizuka identified the other French girl, the blonde one wearing the distinct marshal cap.
"Merde…" Asparagus cursed weakly as she and Fondue were both dragged forth. Next, both French girls were thrown forward by the newcomer as they were finally released.
"Wow…" Erich commented on the red-headed girl with pigtails, shades, and very dark brown jacket with light brown skirt, raising his eyebrows at how commanding she was. "I wonder who that is."
The red-headed girl herself had just caught sight of both Erich and Alfred, and even with her shades on it was still obvious how her eyebrows had gone up in surprise. She soon lowered them back down to compose herself. "Hartmann and Hartmann, what a surprise," she commented with a distinct German accent as she slowly sauntered forth, which had the effect of making Asparagus and Fondue flee from her and off to the sides. "Remember me?" she next asked with arms spread as a smile began to grow on her face.
Both Erich and Alfred raised an eyebrow at how this girl seemed to know them. The voice didn't sound familiar to either of them. But then again, a lot of people's voices didn't sound familiar to them here.
The red-head slowly removed her shades, revealing eyes that were the same wine red as her hair. Having finally revealed herself to them, Emi Nakasuka smiled a gleeful grin at the two Hartmanns that promised a lot of unpleasant things to them. "I'm BACK!" she declared, emphasis placed on 'back.' "And I'm here to hand you your long-awaited defeat!"
"Wait, no, absolutely not!" Shizuka stood up and intervened, all of a sudden pissed at this newcomer. "I'm the one to give them defeat!"
Emi immediately whirled on her, growing angry at this interruption. "No, I will!" she stubbornly retorted, just about ready to throw punches. "They're mine!"
While the two of them had their verbal sparring going on, Éclair was escorted off to the restroom by Fondue, gripping her stomach in pain. "My stomach…" she moaned in agony.
"Madame Éclair, did you forget to take your medicine again?" Fondue asked with concern as she led her Capitaine away.
Erich and Alfred looked at the scene before them, with the French girls, Emi, and Shizuka. Their eyes were wide as they both took in everything going on. At the end, all they could do was shrug, having seen weirder things, and they clanked two freshly filled glasses of beer and began drinking again.
Out of nowhere, the speakers in the bar that normally served to play music started playing a new track, but this one was not one they normally played as the distinctive drum pounding followed up by an electric guitar indicated. Erich could immediately identify it as Sabaton's 'Dream Destroyer.'
Annihilator!
Breaker of this world!
When the lyrics began, the televisions in the bar mysteriously changed to display New York City. But, this version of the city that never sleeps had utter destruction impacted upon it, Manhattan in particular.
Bring destruction!
Suffering and pain
Explosions rocked the skyscrapers on screen, with chunks repeatedly being taken out of them. Destruction rained down in Times Square, in Central Park, Hell's Kitchen, and just about every other part of Manhattan. People on screen were fleeing in mass, just trying to break away from all the chaos that had come down on their city.
Lord of fire!
Satan's number one!
On top of one of the towers, as war raged on in the skies of the city, a shimmering of green was visible as the figure began reflecting sunlight off of a golden, horned helmet atop their head. Unlike all the chaos around them, the figure looked calm, as if basking in the glory of it.
Death machine and plague and poison bringer
The figure looked up to the sky with some kind of scepter in hand, which glowed an ethereal blue near the blade's end. With that, both Erich and Alfred knew exactly who this being was, which gave them cause for alarm as their eyebrows shot up. This was someone who was previously acknowledged in myths, being known by the title of World-Slayer for their pivotal role in the end of everything.
But they knew better. This person was no myth.
Turn out the light!
As soon as the next line was uttered, the lights all went out, as did everything requiring electricity. That drove some people in the bar to scream in surprise. Erich and Alfred both stood up and got onto high alert, glancing around frantically to try and stay on guard.
I've come for vengeance!
In the darkest night!
Now the two Hartmanns knew, that the purpose for this song coming on was to be a voice for the intentions of who commanded it to play. With the second line, nearly all light that reached inside the bar vanished, with the windows blacking out completely and the doors as well. Even though it was night, this complete absence of even moonlight put the bar into complete darkness.
You'll feel my POOOOOWEEEEER-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!
With the next line, the bar erupted in light again. The light was caused by fire, fire all around the bar. The fire itself was burning green, and it was burning strongly it appeared, as the flames grew taller than everybody in the bar.
The fire drew the people in the bar to start panicking in earnest, as many screams of terror began ensuing from the illusion that they were about to be burned alive.
Curiously enough, the fire seemed to surround Erich and Alfred. It never touched them, however. But they both knew that it was not because of anything they did. It was a deliberate action on the part of whoever cast the fire.
Dream destroyer!
Gazing in the night!
The flames lowered to the point where both Erich and Alfred could see over them. Just as they looked to the door, they caught a pair of glowing emerald green eyes in the darkness. It made them nearly jump back in fright.
Don't resist my nightmare!
Taste the fire
In response to their jump, the green flames flared up again, this time coming extremely close to the two Germans, seemingly choking off their air supply.
I've come for you!
Impossibly quickly, the flames died out, and just as quickly, a spotlight shined down on Erich and Alfred, highlighting them to everyone else in the bar. By this point, the others in the bar had also begun to understand the words in the song, and this shining spotlight on the Hartmanns made it clear that whoever played it was here for them.
I'm here for vengeance!
In the dash of light!
Both Erich and Alfred were still trying to look around to see if they could find the source of all this. But with the second line, the lights blinked out again, bringing the bar back to complete darkness.
You'll feel my POOOOOWEEEEER!
With the line, a stream of green shimmering light flowed throughout the bar like a ribbon caught in the wind. It flew through the air as if it had a mind of its own. At the same time, both of the Hartmanns felt something pulling on their minds, and the two began to try and hold against the pull.
Hide
From my lies
The pull on them increased in response to their holding. It forced their faces to both screw up in strain.
I can see
Into your eyes
As the pull on them continued, a pair of glowing emerald green eyes flashed before them, and they nearly jumped at it.
God
Appeared
Out of the corner of their eyes, they both caught a shimmer of green light, and instinctively looked towards it.
You don't know
'Cause no one's there
Just as quickly as it was, the light was gone, leaving the two Germans with their minds reeling from all the illusions. They could've sworn they saw something, but there was nothing there. All these illusions were taking their toll on them.
Hide
From my lies
As if in response to their paranoia, the pull on the two of them became impossibly harder. In response to that, they could feel their own illusions being forcibly pulled away from them. They could not hide from the liar anymore, and their eyes screwed shut as the pain from trying to hold against an impossibly strong pull became enormous.
I can see
Into your eyes
Both Hartmanns began to have light shimmer around them, Alfred having orange light around him and Erich having white light around him. Their appearances both faded away with the shimmering and left them in their true forms. Their hair was revealed to be longer, to the shoulders. Their bodies were revealed to have more feminine curves to them, with the distinctive hips and cleavage, the smaller and smoother hands, and the softer faces.
There were some oddities with them that normally shouldn't appear on humans, but was actually normal for the two of them. They both had a single lock of hair in front of each ear, which had the tips fade into a color different from the hair itself, with the black-haired one having cream white tips and the blonde one having jet black tips. Also, both had small tails emerging from the smalls of their backs, identifiable as tails from a dachshund, with the black-haired one's being cream white and the blonde's being jet black.
Of course, both still looked nearly identical to each other, with only hair and eye color differentiating them. But now their true, and feminine, forms were forcibly put on display to the rest of the bar. In these forms, the two were known as Isabel-Justina Hartmann and Erika-Dietlinde Hartmann. Their uniforms had also shifted to the girls' uniforms for their respective schools.
"Huh, so that's why they didn't recognize me," Emi muttered as she observed from the side. "They weren't Erich and Alfred, after all."
God
Appeared
For the two girls that just experienced their glamours being forcibly ripped off of them, they both witnessed the one responsible flashing before their eyes. They both screamed in surprise as they jumped back from the illusion.
You don't know
'Cause no one's there
The two Hartmann sisters, as they were revealed to be now, looked utterly terrified. Both of them knew who was behind all of these illusions, and while they were loathe to admit it, those illusions left them terrified, as that was only a mere speck of the power of the one responsible for them.
Running 'round in circles
There's no escape from me
A green shimmering light began making circles around both Isabel and Erika, spinning around the two at incredible speed, making it appear as if there was a ring of flowing light around them. But they knew different, for this was pure energy that was streaming around them, and they did their best to avoid it, because one touch and they would both be in for a world of hurt. There was, truthfully, no escape for them. And the responsible sorcerer knew this.
I'm the last one of my kind
Now there is no stopping me
The circling ribbon of energy around the two girls began giving them dizziness and nausea, and they both fell to their knees and hands. They should've known that they would be targeted by this guy. But they were just caught unaware, and now were likely to suffer his vengeance.
Vengeance for that encounter many years ago. The two girls last saw that face, with that unmistakably mischievous smirk, flash before them before they fell into a flashback to the first time they saw that face.
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"I said…" he repeated himself to the crowd before rapping his scepter against the ground once. The scepter, and the scepters belonging to the numerous clones of himself which surrounded the crowd, all glowed an ethereal blue. And, finally, with a voice boosted in volume and made to sound like it came from every direction with his own magic, he commanded everyone in the crowd, "KNEEL!"
The crowd of at least two-hundred, unnerved and fearful of this man, hesitantly acquiesced and slowly made their way down to their knees one by one within Schloßplatz Stuttgart. With everyone kneeled, four children together in the crowd – two of them being a younger Erika and Isabel, and the other two being friends of theirs known as Manfred Nishizumi and Michael Nishizumi, none of which were more than nine years old – were able to finally get a good look at the man that had so dramatically crashed the high-class party their parents had dragged them to.
All four of them were already terrified by him, but being able to put a face to him made it even worse, arguably. He wore some attire that looked just out of this world, which they wondered how he managed to change into so quick, as he had been wearing a suit just a minute before. Much of what he now wore was black leather with green accents. Over that was a light set of golden armor, highlighted by a golden helmet that would've looked silly to Erika had it not been on this man's head. The helmet looked like it had goat's horns to her. The man also had a green cape adorning him, and wielded a long scepter that was nearly as tall as he was. The scepter itself was golden and had a curved blade at the end of it, which had a blue stone of sorts just beneath it that sometimes glowed, with another even smaller blade just below that.
Speaking of his height, he was tall, quite tall. If Isabel had to guess, she would say he was maybe 185 to 190 cm tall. He was tall, but lean in body build. However, the way he held himself, always in a proper posture and so confident, made it clear he was definitely strong physically despite that lean appearance. He also had long, raven black hair that reached his shoulders, and even started to curl up at the ends. His eyes were an unnatural blue that just didn't quite seem to belong on his pale and sharp face, like they were the wrong color or something.
And then there was that wicked smirk. That smirk that promised pure mischief. When everyone had kneeled as commanded, he grew that wicked smirk on his face, spreading his arms in glee as he beheld the people obeying him.
"Is not this… simpler?" he began, slowly walking through the kneeling crowd.
Erika, Isabel, Manfred, and Michael all felt a very weird sensation in their heads when they heard him talk, because whoever this guy was, he was clearly from somewhere not here. While he spoke, all four of them were hearing him in both English and German, simultaneously, as if he were speaking in both languages at the same time. They all imagined it was the same way for the rest of the crowd, at least if they spoke more than one language.
And then there was the voice itself. It was a svelte voice that was incredibly refined. At first, Erika guessed the accent might be British just due to its refinement, but hearing him again, there was also Scandinavian present in there. The highly proper manner in which he spoke suggested he was royalty. And also, he was clearly a master wordsmith judging by how convincing he made his words sound, how he seemed easily capable of making anyone believe his words.
"Is this not your natural state?" he continued as he kept slowly walking through the kneeling crowd. "It is the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation." His free hand clenched into a fist to emphasize the craving part.
Erika, Isabel, Manfred, and Michael all looked to him as he spoke, with none of them particularly agreeing but none willing to say otherwise either. He was the one in control, and they dared not test him.
"The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power…" the man continued his speech, still gently walking through the submissive crowd. "For identity…" He waved a hand out to gesture to the entirety of the crowd to emphasize his next statement, which came in a gentle voice, as if he was convincing everyone that it was fact. "You were made to be ruled."
Erika furrowed her eyebrows, already rejecting his words. She had already begun learning about her country's history in regard to future rulers making great promises. Though charming, Erika couldn't help but make parallels between this man, and Adolf Hitler. The words may have been different, but the charming way in which they were said was ever the same. And that was why she refused to accept his words.
"In the end…" he continued in that soft-spoken, svelte voice, now with his hand lowered and with that smirk on his face. "… you will always kneel."
Finally, Erika had had enough of this man's belittling, and began to stand up. Isabel, Manfred, and Michael all grew alarmed at this. "Erika, get back down!" her older sister hissed at the blonde, protesting due to a great possibility she would die from her disobedience. They had all seen how he had slammed Doktor Schäfer, the party host, onto the centerpiece inside the building and mashed that tool into his eye, holding him there even as he spasmed from all the pain. And the guy smiled when he heard the screams. The good Doktor ended up dying because of that tool digging into his eye and making him lose too much blood, and the murderer responsible did not even look as if he cared.
But the younger blonde did not listen, and stood up anyway. She and he locked gazes with each other, and Erika saw how he had clearly not expected this defiance from a mere child, of all people, if his slightly surprised facial expression said anything. He stopped walking through the crowd, as well.
With her little fists clenched, she bravely spoke out, her childish voice reaching everyone's ears, "Not to men like you."
He smiled at her with his perfect teeth showing, nearly laughing but remembering to maintain composure. "Dear child…" he shook his head as he retorted with a gentle tone, one fit for talking to a child. "There are no men like me."
Erika didn't like how she was being talked to as if she was a child, even though she was one. She didn't want to be talked to in a condescending manner. "Then what kind of man are you?" she asked in return. "Right now, all I can see is a mad tyrant speaking nonsense. And we," she spread out her arms to gesture to the crowd as a whole, "are very familiar with mad tyrants speaking nonsense."
Lowering her arms, Erika continued on with her speech, finding the words just spill out of her on demand. "Adolf Hitler… had led us to pain and suffering in the past, with those great promises of a greater future that he couldn't fulfill in any possible way, and making us kill our own people out of some ridiculous belief of superiority and inferiority. He destroyed us." The blonde little girl fixed the much taller man with a hard glare, lifting her little chin up in defiance. "And I fail to see how you will be any different from that monster."
He chuckled at her while formulating a response. He would not let himself be outdone by a mere child, which was why he didn't just kill her immediately. This girl was stubborn, and full of heart, which both annoyed and impressed him. The 'monster' insult ticked him off, but he concealed it from his actions. "My dear…" he spoke in that gentle, soothing voice of his. "I am disappointed and honestly hurt that you think of me in such a way." He clenched his chest with his free hand to emphasize the hurt aspect.
Bringing his hand back down, he continued with a convincing smile on his face, "How could I possibly wish to annihilate the entirety of humanity, when it is blessed with people as strong as yourself?" He gestured to her with his free hand. Bringing it back down, he continued. "I do not wish to annihilate humanity, but to push," he pushed the air with his free hand to emphasize, "humanity even farther than they would otherwise be capable."
"However…" he continued, still keeping eye contact with Erika. "That can only be accomplished by making this world free."
"Free from what?" the little girl asked, quirking an eyebrow up skeptically.
"Freedom," he answered, lifting his chin up in confidence. He spread his arms out again. "Freedom… is life's great lie. You are not truly free to become your best if you are burdened with choice." Lowering his arms again, he continued further. "It is my glorious purpose to achieve this freedom from freedom for humanity, to take humanity farther than you can possibly comprehend…" He rapped his scepter on the ground once. "… to be your king, your god."
Erika pressed her lips together in detestation for this man's spun fantasies. "And just who is the would-be king?" she asked, not forgetting to throw a barb at him with the 'would-be king' insult.
He smiled at her again with his teeth, not seeming affected at all by her barb. "My dear, I thought you would never ask," he said before drawing himself up in posture, looking every bit the imposing king and god he vowed to be. He magically increased his voice's volume to make it loud enough for the entire plaza to hear with clarity, "I am Loki, of Asgard, my little Erika."
The entire crowd gasped in surprise. Hearing him say he was the very same god out of the old Norse myths was a massive shocker for everyone, including for Erika, Isabel, Manfred, and Michael. It was mostly because the claim did match up, for he had demonstrated himself capable of otherworldly feats that no human could ever replicate.
But also, it was for how he knew Erika's name. Loki internally snickered at how shocked Erika and all her little friends were that he knew her name. Really, it wasn't that hard, considering that little black-haired girl that looked just like her had said it in his presence. Even though she had whispered it, Loki's hearing was good enough to still catch it.
But the God of Mischief decided to go ahead and wrap things up. He'd already gotten what he came for. "My dear Erika," he got the girl's attention once more. He spread his arms out again, showing he meant no ill intentions. "Do you wish for a better world, one where humanity can be at its greatest potential? Do you wish for a world in which everyone was free from the horrors of war? Do you wish for a world that held everlasting peace? Do you wish for a world that can be just as powerful, and as perfect, as Asgard? If so…" He offered his hand out to her in a peaceful gesture. "… then come to me. I can make all of your wishes come true."
For a brief moment, Erika had actually considered Loki's offer. It sounded… well, like a utopia. He was just so convincing and had clearly demonstrated he can do all he had promised. He made it sound like he was bringing Heaven down to Earth.
But her logical side opposed. That side of her was saying that he was but words and had clearly shown he was perfectly willing to kill without hesitation if it meant he got what he wanted. Not to mention he was a known trickster judging by the myths, one who was not to be trusted.
So, with her choice made, she answered with conviction, "Never, you puny god!"
The entire crowd held their breath as they watched Loki's response. Outside, he hadn't changed his face all that much, but on the inside he was fuming at her latest barb. 'How dare that mewling quim call me a puny god!' he thought with rage.
"Well, that is most unfortunate," Loki responded, still with a smile on his face. He tilted up his chin and lifted his scepter. In a louder voice to the crowd, he said, "Look to this objector to peace, everyone."
The stone at the head of the scepter began to glow an ethereal blue again as it was leveled directly at Erika. It began humming as energy was built up, the stone glowing a brighter blue simultaneously.
"Let her be an example," the god decreed as the energy in the scepter reached its maximum, its unleashing imminent. All four of the children's eyes widened in fear at what was about to happen.
"NEIN!" Isabel cried in desperation, automatically and instinctively rushing up to try and save her little sister from death. But she had no time to push her out of the way.
Erika could not find it in her to move. Whatever it was, that scepter was just otherworldly, and she had actually felt compelled to stay where she was when it was leveled at her nearly bursting with energy. Upon Loki's scepter unleashing its built-up energy towards her, Erika found her life flashing before her eyes, as short as it was.
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Annihilator!
Breaker of this world!
Finally, Erika and Isabel came back to consciousness after that flashback that was forced upon them. They returned back to the present day inside the bar, where people were still screaming in panic at all the otherworldly illusions being cast.
Bring destruction!
Suffering and pain
Chairs and tables soon started flying through the bar, and both Erika and Isabel could sense that these actions weren't illusions like the other actions, but simple telekinesis. While none of the objects came to harm anyone, their smashing against the floor, walls, and ceiling brought even more destruction into the bar, which further drove up the panic.
Lord of fire!
Satan's number one!
Green balls of fire started flying throughout the bar, too. Mostly, they simply spawned and hurled themselves across the room, but that wasn't all. An illusion of a flaming devil also spawned, and this too threw balls of green fire at everything.
Death machine and plague and poison bringer
Erika and Isabel's stomachs both churned again as several streams of green energy flew around them again. It was nauseating being so close to such high energy. Well, that and the reminder of who they were facing.
Turn out the light!
At the next line of the song, everything stopped and all the illusions smoked out of existence, bringing darkness back to the bar.
I've come for vengeance!
In the dead of night!
Still reeling from the magic that was forced on them earlier, Erika and Isabel both shakily stood up onto their feet again, taking advantage of the reprieve in the onslaught of illusions and mind trickery.
You'll feel my POOOOOWEEEEER!
Out of the darkness, daggers made of ice came flying at the two German girls with no warning. With gasps of surprise, the two girls both sidestepped away from each other and out of the ice daggers' path.
Hide
From my lies
A light shined down on the two girls at the beginning of the two lines.
I can see
Into your eyes
With the next pair of lines, several pairs of green eyes flashed out of the darkness, making the girls jump back with a scream.
God
Appeared
Shimmering into existence all around the two girls were bodies, their outline resembling the sorcerer who cast them, coated in the unique green magic signature of the wielder.
You don't know
'Cause no one's there
As quickly as they appeared, they blinked out of existence, driving the girls to the brink of insanity with the overwhelming amount of illusions.
Hide
From my lies
Both Erika and Isabel slowly got to their knees again with the resurgence of the green fire around them, surrounding them like a ring. They both began holding onto each other, trembling in fear.
I can see
Into your eyes
They both knew they were screwed, as the Liesmith, Silvertongue, the Dark Prince, the Would-Be King, the Asgardian Hitler, the Realm Walker, had finally come for them, and they knew he could see the fear of him in both their sets of blue and dark brown eyes respectively.
God
Appeared
The flames quickly ceased, and replacing them was a single set of glowing eyes before them. Only, this time, the eyes were a vibrant red in color.
You don't know
'Cause no one's there
Both girls jumped back again, or at least tried to as they were still on their knees, but they were still utterly terrified out of their minds of the sorcerer who'd been tormenting them so. And yet, they knew they couldn't escape it, so they didn't bother making any moves, just sitting there on their knees, hugging each other, and shaking in fear.
As if finally having mercy on them, the responsible sorcerer began shimmering into existence while he slowly walked towards the two girls from their front. Unlike when they first encountered each other, he did not wear any of his golden armor and just wore his leathers. And he no longer had his scepter, either, but that didn't make him anywhere close to harmless.
As soon as he got close enough, the raven-haired sorcerer grabbed the two girls by their shirts, lifting them up to his level, which due to his tall height had the effect of lifting them both off the ground completely.
Erika and Isabel hesitantly looked up, and found a pair of emerald green eyes glaring at them with a murderous expression. "Loki…" both of them barely managed to whisper, afraid to utter any more than that.
Loki was right in their faces, and he was not happy with the two Hartmann girls. "You two children…" he sneered the derogatory term in such a voice that expressed just how angry he was with them, "… are coming with me."
Again, the two Hartmann girls got that weird feeling in their heads whenever he spoke to them, hearing him speak in English and German at the same time. In addition to what they heard in English, they also heard simultaneously, "Ihr zwei Kinder… seid mit mir kommen."
But before they could explain themselves, Loki called upon his magic to pull them all back to their dimension, generating a wormhole in their exact location that sucked them all out of the bar just as the song ended. Said wormhole stayed open for only as long as it took to transport the three back, collapsing harmlessly, oddly enough, only a split-second after generating.
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Loki: KNEEL, YOU MEWLING QUIMS! YOU PUNY MORTALS ARE ALL BENEATH ME!
Part of Projekt Erika.
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The author does not claim to own "Girls und Panzer," the music used, or any other references made. "Girls und Panzer" belongs to Actas. The music used belongs to Sabaton, excluding "When Johnny Comes Down to Hilo," which is an old American sea shanty. Any references made belong to their respective owners.
And, most importantly, the author does not own me. I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with the glorious purpose of acting as myself in this wondrous little tale.
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Also, the author regrets nothing. I believe that is in reference to me, which is good. The author's conviction is solid.