Chapter 8:

The Devil Beat

Göll knocked on the wooden door.

No reaction came.

Carefully, she opened the door. She tried to do it without making a noise but it audibly creeked as a sliver of light slid through the gap into the door.

Inside, the young Valkyrie found her older sister sitting behind her desk with her back to the door. Her long hair flowed down the white dress and pooled around the chair.

Standing opposite of her was Lucifer Morningstar. His wings were bandaged, the wounds on his body were covered with linen straps.

Brunhilde turned her head around when she heard the door creak.

Lucifer looked at Göll for a second before muttering something inaudible.

Brunhilde glared at the devil. He shrugged and turned around.

Lucifer flicked his fingers and the smell of ozone spread through the room. A fiery portal appeared and cast the room in an orange glow.

The fallen angel looked back into the room. An arrogant scoff left his lips before he stepped through the portal and closed it behind him.

Only the sharp smell of rot and ozone was left behind.

"Damn bastard."

"What was that about?" Göll asked as she approached her older sister.

"Nothing." The tone of her voice betrayed there was definitely something.

The Valkyrie slumped on her desk. She wore a defeated look.

Lying in front of her was a small wooden object.

A flute? Didn't the previous contestant use that?

"Aaaargh!'' Brunhilde grabbed the ocarina from the table and without any warning she threw it at the wall. It broke as if it was made out of mere glass.

"Damnit, Link was supposed to be my trump card."

"Uhm," Göll tried to find the right thing to say to calm her sister. "I don't know but if he truly reincarnates everytime, can't you just…"

She left the final part unspoken.

"No," Brunhilde shook her head. "The magic laws of Ragnarok ensure a very definitive end of the loser's life. The ocarina is not going to help." Brunhilde slumped over again, she rested her head on her chin. "I was hoping we could get an early lead."

At least the score is 0 to 0. We are not behind yet.

Beep.

An image lit up on Brunhilde's screen.

It was a photo of a bearded man with a jagged smile.

"So he will fight for the gods in round three," Brunhilde murmured, already deep in thought.

Göll stepped closer, not immediately recognizing the god in question.

She had to read the name underneath the picture.

"Ha!" Göll burst out. "That cripple is going to fight for the gods?!"

Suddenly Göll's spirit had been lifted. Sure, they lost a round but that was against the devil of all things. "And here I am worrying."

"Göll," Brunhilde said without looking away from the screen. With a sweet voice she said. "If you don't start using your head I might as well behead you." She added a sweet smile, but a shiver ran across Göll's back.

"It's true that he's not the strongest, or the fastest or most powerful god. But the fact he is participating is worrying," Brunhilde sighed. "Of course he will bring along his toys…"

Toys… a grin spread on Brunhilde's face. "Well, a smith for a smith, don't you say?"

A/N Someone asked why Link didn't use the masks last fight.

Throughout the fight Link tested multiple kind of weapons but the only one that actually hurt Lucifer was the Master Sword, none of the other weapons had any substantial impact besides distracting.

Link also realized that Lucifer was still not at full power. When he offered a fair duel, Link trusted his superior skill with the sword to fight and win, negating the need to come up with something on the battlefield.

Were it not for his weapon breaking, he would have won a duel like that. However, the spirit inside the sword, and all his other tools have faded due to old age and the lack of connection to the kingdom they originate from.

Also, I didn't want to write another chapter of masks, where in the end no significant or cool stuff would have happened.

Also, here's an Omake.

"Who is ready to fight the Kali? WHO CAN DESTROY THE GODDESS OF DESTRUCTION?"

Brunhilde smirked from her balustrade. The gods wouldn't know what hit them.

Heimdall took a deep breath as the light darkened.

"Who oh who was chosen to protect humanity from destruction? Is it the strongest psychic in the world; TORNADO of TERROR!?"

Humanity looked at their own gate, wondering who would walk out to represent them.

"NO! MAYBE THE MARTIAL ART CLASS S HERO SILVER FANG HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO FIGHT THIS FOE?!"

The doors slowly opened, smoke bellowed out the gap.

"NO! THEN IT MUST BE A POWERHOUSE HERO KNOWN AS KING? NO!"

A man walked through the doors.

"Wait, who's that?"

"Is he wearing yellow?"

"That's a hero?"

Murmurs spread throughout the crowd.

A bald man wearing a yellow spandex suit with a red cape strode through the arena. An almost blank expression was on his face, and if one didn't know better they might have assumed he was looking bored.

"Hahahaha!" The gods laughed and mocked the bald hero.

"THAT'S YOUR STRONGEST?"

"My my," Shiva laughed. He pumped his fists together. "Seems like we won't see Kali in action today."

The goddess herself watched the man approach her with impatience. She didn't say anything, but her glare would be enough to make anyone crumble.

"Honestly, I THINK HUMANITY IS OF ITS ROCKET! SENDING OUT A MERE CLASS B HERO TO FACE THE DESTROYER, BUT I CAN NOT DENY THAT HUMANITY HAS GUTS!" Heimdall pumped his fist into the sky. "TOP OF RANK B, HE IS JUST A HERO FOR FUN. REPRESENTING HUMANITY IS NONE OTHER THAN…"

Gods leaned closer.

"CAPED BALDY!"

Saitama blinked. He looked at the Valkyrie above him.

Did they mix up my papers again?

His stare moved from Brunhilde to his opponent. Some lady in blue.

She was talking to him.

Oh boi, that was more than 20 words.

Saitima already felt bored.