The six-foot-six Asgardian rises to his full stature, and DOOM asserts. “ The home for which you fight with such valor shall, in the end, become your tomb. ”
Held within Doom’s gauntlet, Excalibur shines, the immortalized blade suddenly kindles into a dazzling
frolicking static sparked along his fist,
“ Thou hast come armed with more than words, then? 𝘈𝘺𝘦. Let us deal in a language more appropriate for
our current endeavor. ”
Celestial light from myriad sources is drawn forth and commandeered, its radiance undergoing a magical alchemizing within Doom’s grasp. The gathered incandescence swells, coalescing into a mammoth wave of golden effulgence, set on Odin Son’s direction.
frolicking static sparked along his fist,
“ Thou hast come armed with more than words, then? 𝘈𝘺𝘦. Let us deal in a language more appropriate for
our current endeavor. ”
𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄?
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 will be told.
Duly, the blade’s glint plays across Odinson’s grand facade. Still, he moves without an iota of urgency. Iron gaze falling briefly upon the winged helm held firm within his calloused grip, a thumb passing idly (…)
master, and now its most infamous blade rested within his hand, fate seized by the throat and made to serve.
— “ Come forth 𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹,
there’s a lingering dispute to
be put … to an 𝐞𝐧𝐝. ” —
The God of Thunder has stood before him upon more than one occasion, and through those encounters has earned his place among Doom’s most persistent adversaries. The coolness of the breeze settles against him, wind seemed to foreshadow the Thunderer’s ease.
“ 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 ..? “
He spake, voice a resounding boom amongst the sudden stillness that’d befallen them. Heven hushed, as though awaiting what words its lord would loose,
“Thou mistakest the weight of
a crown for weariness of the
brow beneath it.”
The anchor of his palm ruptures as though some invisible key has turned within it, opening the vault to a concealed treasure. The Blade of Destiny answered the summons, Doom had never been a servant of destiny. He was its adversary, its would-be
A maelstrom of thunder cascades, lashing the golden spires of the Realm Eternal with its elemental fury. Intermittent flashes of radiance eat away at the darkness that enveloped the room: each white-hot pulse granting Doom but fractured glimpses a shoulder, a mane of gold. ⠀⠀⠀