“Ana! What is happening?!” Menrva shouted, confused and frightened, while flying behind a completely paralyzed Ana.
“Tania! Tania just blew herself to pieces!” the Irish goddess shouted while crying, just as she covered her face with her hands.
These events had happened one day before the conflict in Olympus, right when Tania sacrificed her life to try to defeat Heracles.
Menrva was carrying a pig in her arms when she approached her companion, who was staring at the gigantic explosion with tears in her eyes. Susanoo, who was beside the two goddesses, bowed his head before the luminous phenomenon that attack had caused.
“Tania… this should not have ended this way…” the Etruscan goddess also said melancholically.
“Before anything else, Ana,” Menrva said with tears in her eyes. “I want you to store this pig in one of your pocket dimensions.”
Ana turned to look at the enormous pig the Etruscan goddess was carrying. It was brown and measured about one meter long. In its snout, it held a papyrus.
“Why?” Ana asked.
“It is Prometheus… A woman named Circe turned him and his allies into pigs, but I deceived the goddesses of Olympus by making them choose the wrong pig,” Menrva said.
Ana ignored Menrva and returned her gaze toward Ibiza, where she saw that the attack had not harmed Heracles.
“Please, Ana… Only you can store animals in your large pocket dimensions,” Menrva begged.
“I can’t store gods,” the Irish goddess replied sharply.
“Turned into a pig, he lost all divine essence… and Loki will surely be able to cure him…” the Etruscan goddess added. “Please, Ana.”
Ana closed her eyes and, with a movement of her hands, made the pig disappear.
At that moment, the gods saw Heracles lifting his foot to stomp on Ibiza and destroy it.
“Bakemono! He desireth to destroy Tania-san’s town with a single attack!” Susanoo shouted upon seeing the Greek hero’s intentions.
Ana, furious, began raising her power.
“Ana, that man… we will not be able to defeat him,” Menrva said nervously while seeing the goddess’s expression of rage.
“Mate, Ana-hime,” Susanoo tried to calm the Irish goddess. “I understand how thou feelest, yet it would be best to flee from here for the moment.”
But Ana did not listen. Furious, the goddess made Excalibur and her white-and-dark-colored totema appear, while wings of two colors appeared on her back.
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“Ana, stop!” Menrva shouted furiously. “That is an order!”
But Ana ignored her and hurled herself toward Heracles with her sword drawn.
At that moment, Loki appeared before Menrva and Susanoo. The god had teleported from the false Yggdrasil after feeling Heracles’s absurd power.
“Loki!” Menrva shouted. “Get out of here before they realize you are in this area!”
“Ho… hold up, Etruscan beauty… What the hell happened? What was that huge power we felt?” the Norse god asked, confused.
At that moment, he saw Menrva’s tears and Susanoo’s lowered gaze. Loki understood that Tania and Tul had possibly died at that moment.
“Please, just go,” the Etruscan goddess said. “Once you are far from here, enter Ana’s pocket dimension… The pig inside is the god Prometheus… only you will be able to cure him.”
“Return to Tuscania, Loki-san,” Susanoo said. “A goddess named Turan-san remained there. She shall be able to inform thee further.”
“Turan?” Menrva asked, confused.
“Do not worry, Menrva-san. She is our ally for now,” the eastern god replied.
Loki turned to look at the fight and saw Heracles torturing Ana by pressing down on her head.
“I can’t leave! I promised I’d protect Ana!” Loki shouted furiously, but he was stopped by the Etruscan goddess.
“Only you will be able to save us from now on… Go before the grigori of this region see you!” Menrva shouted desperately.
“But Menrva, I—” Loki interrupted.
“I said get the fuck out of here!” Menrva shouted again. Her eyes were red and full of rage.
Loki understood that Menrva had implied she was going to throw her life away, so he decided to teleport, leaving his friends behind.
The god teleported to the outskirts of Tuscania, right in front of the lake where the goddess had teleported them earlier. Taking Menrva’s form and dressing himself in the same garments, he arrived at the fief, where they let him enter despite it being past midnight.
Inside the guest room, he found Turan sitting on one of the beds with her arms crossed and completely asleep. Loki then brought his face close to the Etruscan goddess’s, almost pressing his lips against hers.
“Wake up, gorgeous. Your prince has arrived,” the Norse god said cockily.
Turan opened her eyes and was frightened upon seeing Menrva’s face in front of her. She quickly moved back while raising her hands to protect herself, but Loki only laughed.
“Menrva?! What… what are you trying to do to me?!” the grigori of the Papal States asked nervously.
Loki laughed in a feminine way and moved sensually toward the goddess, who was paralyzed with fear.
“I only wanted to taste the softness of your lips, dear,” Loki said using Menrva’s voice. “I have always desired you.”
Turan turned red with embarrassment and began shaking her head while gripping the wall to move as far away as she could.
“I… I do not feel attraction toward women, Menrva… I cannot return your feelings!” Turan answered nervously.
At that moment, Loki burst out laughing and returned to his original form. This enraged the Etruscan goddess.
“You disgusting bastard! Who are you?! What did you do to Menrva?!” Turan shouted furiously, just as she pulled a spark from her dress, which was a pocket dimension.
But Loki raised his arms to calm the goddess.
“It was a good joke. I needed it after what I witnessed today,” Loki replied. “But relax. I ain’t gonna touch you, no matter how beautiful you are. My heart already belongs to one person only.”
The Norse god introduced himself. After Turan introduced herself as well, Loki told her what had happened. The goddess then could feel that, indeed, Ana’s and Susanoo’s energies had gone out.
“I knew they would not be able to invade Olympus together with our armies,” Turan said while looking through a window toward the sky. “I knew it was far too greedy.”
“Greedy?” Loki asked. “I think you just said my middle name.”
Loki remembered this while floating over the great pit that served as the entrance to Tartarus. Dozens of gods and malakim were emerging from that dreadful prison while the Norse god floated with nine colored stones spinning around him.
“All right, my beautiful Muses. I see you’ve kept carrying out my wish without any trouble,” the Norse god said, just as he saw more hero soldiers from Olympus jump in to attack the invaders.