Heimdall watches, he always watches. It is his duty to wait for the time to sound Gjallarhorn and let all the realms know the final battle is here. He knows this and is prepared for it, but on this day something happens that confounds even his godly foresight. In an instant that even his eyes cannot keep up with, two beings appear before him on the Bifrost. They are not quite like any he has seen before. One appears to be a man, the other woman, but they wear strange clothes of strange fabrics. Even more strange is the fact they are covered in fur, the woman's a fine white as fresh snowfall, the man's a deep black. They have the faces and feet of wolves, but the hands of men. "Are they werewolf?" Heimdall asks himself, "No, they are like a strange in-between." They look as confused as Heimdall is, but they bear the unmistakable look of fear, the primal kind that leads men to fight or flee. The woman tries to hide her fear from Heimdall by shouting at him in an aggressive manner, but she speaks a language that Heimdall only recognizes parts of. The man seems the wiser of the two, and so Heimdall summons up a small piece of seidr that the All-Father had shown him to untangle the spoken language and begins to address him.
"Who are you two strange creatures? What purpose is your trespass on the sacred road to Asgard? Speak now, man!" Heimdall boomed in his best voice of authority . Before the one of black fur could utter a word of response, the white-furred female again began to shout. "Asshole, I was the one talking here, and we have a lot more important shit going on here than whatever the fuck you want!" She all but screamed. "Loona, wait!" the black furred one interrupted "We know fuck all at this point, and we need to get back to what's left of hell fast, so we should try to talk this over before going all fangs out." "Hel?" Heimdall wondered at that word. "Have these two clawed their way from the frozen land of the honor-less dead?" Before Heimdall could think on this, or respond to the apparently reasonable black-furred one, the white-furred one, apparently named Loona, again screamed out "We don't have time, Vortex! The whole fucking world has gone to shit, god has gone off the fucking deep end, all these new assholes are running around, and we can't find Verosika, Moxxie, Millie, or...Dad" At that last word, this Loona's voice cracks and tears form in the corners of her eyes despite her efforts to hold them back. "Clearly some great sorrow have befallen you two, and the mention of a god apparently gone mad is of deep concern, but my eyes have-'' Heimdall could not bring himself to finish that thought, for all that his far-sighted eyes could see rendered all else pointless.
Chaos, all that Heimdall could see and here in the nine realms was chaos. No, not the nine realms, for now there were much more than nine, and all were burning. Midgard was an endless horror of fantastical shapes and hues. great towers of glass and iron, long halls of wood and animal skins, great tiled cities of red with great carved serpents, white stone pillars supported great houses and temples, all of them falling or burning. men, women and children of many different colors of skin and dress, all ran, hid, or died in horrible ways. Those who stood and fought used weapons familiar to Heimdall, but many that he had never seen before. And amongst the races of men were many new and fantastic creatures, some beautiful, others horrid troll-spawn, and all fought, ran, or died as the men did. But what caught the eyes and ears of the great watchman of the Aesir was the being that seemed to be the center of all of this madness. It was neither man nor woman, of great stature and made of a white light that somehow seemed both pure and diseased at the same time. the being seemingly held great power in every part of itself, yet it seemed to be in final agony before death, the same as when a rabid animal slowly ends its existence. Everywhere among this mad god made of broken light where men and things that had the basic shape of men, they seemed to hold a small part of this light within themselves. And like the god above them they were mad themselves, attacking everything and everything, even each other. Altogether it was more horrible than anything Heimdall had ever seen.
"This can't be Ragnarok." Heimdall said aloud to himself, "Fimbulvetr has not begun, Fenris and Loki have not escaped their imprisonment, it's all wrong!" Heimdall could not even begin to process what he was seeing. "Hey asshole, you finally up to speed?" Loona said, seeing the shock on the god's face. "I will not be insulted as chaos reigns across the realms." Heimdall snapped, drawing his sword and preparing to finally do something, anything, to make the world make sense again. But before a duel between two frightened hellhounds and a now equally frightened god could take place, Heimdall saw the surprise spread across the two hellounds faces once again, as they stared at something behind the god. Heimdall turned around, and once again the watchman of Asgard was taken by surprise. There, in full armor, ready for war, was the whole host of Asgard. Odin, Thor, Magni and Modi, Frey, the whole host of einherjar, even the halls of the other gods were there. "All-Father!" Heimdall said with both relief and surprise. "Is this Ragnarok? but-" "Hold, Heimdall." Odin said "Even I do not know if this is truly the end, but I will find out, and so will all of Asgard. We will fight whatever horror comes to us, and we will triumph!" the host of Asgard let out a deafening battle cry at this, clearly ready to fight, Ragnarok or not. "You two." the All-Father said to Loona and Vortex, "You seem to know the most out of anyone here what madness has consumed creation, tell us what you know." Loona had regained her composure enough to answer him "Where do I fucking begin?"