Over a gigantic ocean of what appeared to be blood, Loki was avoiding the bites of the monstrous goddess Mictecacíhuatl. The god did not seem particularly worried about her attacks. In fact, he wore a mocking look as he moved.
“You wanna bite something that bad, sweetheart?” Loki asked, making his mistletoe staff appear in his left hand.
Then Loki pointed the sharp end of his staff toward the terrible deity’s jaws and pierced her skull with it. The horrid goddess froze in that moment and fell toward the lake of blood.
Before the goddess could fall, Loki teleported his staff back to his hand. But before grabbing it, he cleaned it by teleporting water and antidote.
“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for the old trick of poisoning your own blood?” Loki said after washing the goddess’s blood from his staff.
But at that exact moment, Mictecacíhuatl appeared like a ghost behind Loki, with her claws and jaws ready to tear the Norse god apart. However, he was already prepared for that move.
“Lokasenna,” Loki said.
Then a net of energy appeared behind the Toltec goddess, trapping her.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Loki said with a mocking smile. “But it’s impossible to fool the god of lies.”
The goddess fell once again toward the great bloody ocean, but before she could crash into it, she became intangible and passed through Loki’s net.
“So you can turn into a ghost too?” Loki asked, watching the ghostly deity approach him again in an attack stance.
But the god was not out of tricks yet.
“Ghosts are especially weak against my mental attacks,” Loki said, pointing his staff at the goddess as he said:
“Hugur sprengja (Mind Blast).”
Mictecacíhuatl’s brain began to grow, and then it burst.
“Even if you hide in a parallel dimension, my mental powers can hurt you without trouble,” Loki said, making a mocking gesture toward the Toltec goddess.
The goddess disappeared after her head exploded, while Loki continued floating over the ominous scenery of Nanatzcalóyan.
“You can’t disappear from me, sweetheart,” Loki said, multiplying himself into various illusions around the planet.
Then Loki glimpsed a gigantic pit with exceptional gravitational power. At the entrance of that fissure, there were statues of two dogs. Loki then understood that he stood before the gates of hell. Just as Niflheim was the gateway to the Norse underworld, this gate seemed to lead to the Toltec underworld.
Long ago, the gods of various pantheons, despite their differences, had decided to send the infernal worlds to the same dimension; that is, the places where the souls of those humans and gods who had been ruthless, cruel, and dangerous to society ended up imprisoned. They called that entire dimensional region Sheol, and it was an extremely large region. Basically, it was as large as a universe.
To enter and leave Sheol, one needed permission from the anunnaki of the pantheon being visited, as well as from the king of that infernal world.
Each pantheon had designated at least one god to guard its own hells. While human souls were deposited there, gods or malakim who had been enemies of the gods were also trapped and tortured in those passages.
In Asgard’s case, the ruler of that infernal world was Hella, Loki’s daughter. She was the one who had informed her father of Odin’s whereabouts.
Without special permission, I’ll be trapped in that hell if I enter, Loki thought as he watched the infernal gateway trying to absorb him.
The god then saw thousands of humans walking toward that gate and being swallowed by it.
“Lost souls who will be judged by this world’s infernal rulers. Their consciousness has already separated from them, so they are just like animals heading to the slaughterhouse,” Loki said.
At that moment, Loki felt Mictecacíhuatl’s presence behind him. The god turned and saw the goddess floating behind him, no longer in her monstrous appearance, but in her womanly form.
“Even with those monstrous jaws and those wild-animal claws, you’re still a very beautiful woman, like all women,” he said arrogantly.
Then the woman opened her dress, and millions of bones began falling from her garments. The bones began filling the blood pond over which the goddess stood. Meanwhile, Loki watched without knowing exactly what she intended to do.
“I hope this is a powerful technique that finally gives me a chance to fight at full strength,” Loki said, crossing his arms.
The mountain of bones grew so tall that it reached the goddess, even though she was floating several hundred meters high. Then the bones began taking an anthropomorphic form, like the body of a yellowish monster with claws instead of hands, though it had no head.
The Toltec goddess positioned herself where the head should be, and then the grotesque creature began moving.
“That’s your final trick?” Loki asked, laughing. “I gotta admit, you do something similar to my daughter, but I don’t even think it’s as effective as her technique.”
But the Toltec goddess launched an attack with the grotesque creature’s claw. The attack was so fast that Loki could neither see it nor defend himself.
The Norse god was mortally wounded by the attack and hurled near the gigantic hole that led to Mictlán, the Toltec realm of the dead.
Loki, lying on the ground, began regaining consciousness when he realized that the corpses of the walking dead were trampling him to enter Mictlán, while the gravitational force of that hole was slowly absorbing him.
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Damn it. She almost killed me with one attack, Loki thought as he struggled to stand, looking at the colossus made of bones as if it were a gigantic mountain.
Mouths and eyes appeared all over the creature’s body, giving shape to living anthropomorphic beings trapped inside the colossus. The creatures had the shape of women—or seemed to—because they were more like bloody, rotting corpses peeling away one by one from the body of the monster Mictecacíhuatl had summoned.
Now she’s gonna attack me with undead? Loki thought as he stood and watched those female corpses with enormous claws and jaws approach him.
Loki invoked his technique again:
“Hugur sprengja (Mind Blast).”
The skulls of the walking dead burst. However, despite this, they continued moving and approaching Loki.
“If they don’t use their minds, then they can’t die without a brain,” Loki said to himself, realizing that those monsters were beginning to stop and devour the bodies of the humans walking toward Mictlán.
However, more and more zombies fell from the colossal body and continued walking toward Loki, so the god preferred to fly away from the area.
But without noticing it, a red beam emanated from the upper part of the colossus and struck Loki completely. He could neither see the attack nor predict it. The god fell to the ground again, and then the living corpses lunged at him, biting him.
When Loki regained consciousness, he tried to teleport away to escape, but his body was badly wounded and without ichor. The two attacks he had received from the giant had been enough to eliminate his reserves. Even so, he turned his cloak into adamantine to repel the bites of the monstrous zombies, and then he teleported.
Far from the hole of Mictlán, Loki ensured he would not accidentally fall into it. But suddenly, he felt Mictecacíhuatl teleport above where he was, along with her colossal giant.
The monster fell upon Loki’s body, and its grotesque foot crushed the god, plunging him to the bottom of the bloody pond. All of Loki’s bones broke, and he felt his internal organs being torn to pieces.
Nearly unconscious, Loki teleported again. But when he did, Mictecacíhuatl had already predicted where he would appear, and with another punch from her monstrous creature, she hurled Loki once more to the edge of Mictlán’s entrance.
The monstrous zombies trapped Loki’s body again and resumed attacking him while they were dragged by the terrible gravitational force into Mictlán. With every moment, Loki moved closer and closer to that world, from which he would never be able to escape if he fell.
With what little energy he had left, Loki froze the entire island where Mictlán’s entrance stood, as well as part of the great ocean of blood, immobilizing the legs of the grotesque monster Mictecacíhuatl had summoned.
The monstrous corpses and the people walking toward Mictlán’s entrance froze as well. However, the gateway’s gravitational power was so strong that the ice could not freeze the entrance. The hole kept absorbing Loki more and more. Nevertheless, the god could no longer move and could only wait for death.
Loki began remembering his daughter Hella at that moment.
Loki’s daughter was not attractive, unlike most goddesses. Since her mother was a pure jotun, the goddess had been born larger than the rest of the goddesses, with bluish skin and a very large nose. Everyone mocked her, calling her “Troll Princess.”
One day, Loki arrived at the house where he lived with his daughter and his current wife, Sigyn, along with his two sons, Nari and Vali. But it was not a joyful meeting. Loki was furious.
“Why did you agree to become queen of the underworlds?” the god asked his eldest daughter angrily.
“Father Odin asked me, and I agreed,” Hella answered without giving it much importance.
“Odin already got rid of your brothers, Fenrir and Jormungandr; and now he’s getting rid of you too, sending you to Niflheim,” the Norse god said in rage.
“It is natural, Father. We are repulsive beings who only cause terror in Asgard and in the worlds of Yggdrasil,” Loki’s daughter replied melodramatically.
“You are not repulsive! You are a very beautiful woman!” Loki replied angrily.
Loki and his daughter continued that argument, but the goddess maintained her position regarding her monstrous appearance, accepting her place in Niflheim so that no one would see her except the dead.
“Besides,” the goddess added, “I learned to manipulate corpses. Since I was born, I knew I was destined to be queen of the underworlds.”
Loki snorted angrily and turned around.
“Do whatever you want,” he replied.
The memories of Loki’s daughter faded from the Norse god’s mind as he regained consciousness.
Loki then stood despite having broken bones. His telekinetic power allowed him to move. With his mental power, he also lifted his mistletoe staff, which floated to the deity’s left.
“No matter how big it is,” Loki said. “A corpse is just a corpse.”
The god began floating in the air.
Meanwhile, the monster shattered the heavy layer of ice with which Loki’s attack had covered it, preparing to attack the god again, who was now flying at the height of the monstrous being’s chest.
The giant tried to strike Loki, but it was only an illusion. Another Loki appeared behind the monster, but just like the previous one, it was only an illusion.
Hundreds, thousands of Lokis surrounded the giant, and all of them launched their attack at once:
“Hrímþursar kæsia (Spear of the Ice Giants).”
But Mictecacíhuatl quickly teleported away.
The Toltec goddess appeared on the other side of the ocean of blood. Then grotesque mouths appeared across the giant’s body, and from them, it fired red beams that seemed to be made of blood. All of Loki’s illusions disappeared under that attack, which caused terrible atomic explosions when it struck the ground.
However, Loki appeared directly above Mictecacíhuatl’s real body and quickly buried his index fingers into the goddess’s skull.
“Don’t think I don’t know this style of fighting. I’ve got a daughter just like you,” Loki said. “But she’s much more elegant and beautiful than you.”
Mictecacíhuatl tried to free herself from the dark Norse god’s grip using the grotesque hands of her colossus, but Loki froze both it and the goddess completely, shouting:
“Fimbul-vetr (Terrible Snowstorm)!”
Loki then quickly teleported far away from the colossal statue of ice. At that moment, the god transformed into a dark elf. He looked like a small bearded creature with purple skin, black hair and beard, red garments, and a green cap.
Floating, Loki pointed his staff toward Mictecacíhuatl’s colossal body, which was already breaking through the thick layer of ice, and shouted:
“Hugur sprengja (Mind Blast)!”
Then the ice shattered, and the colossal creature fell apart into pieces. Millions of bodies fell into the gigantic ocean of blood, bodies that had made up the grotesque creature, leaving the goddess Mictecacíhuatl floating in the air, completely covered in blood.
“I turned into a dark elf to increase my mental powers, just like Freyr used to do to raise his own abilities,” Loki said. “That creature far exceeded my divine power, so I needed this transformation to overcome its strength and break your control over the bones you were using like a puppet.”
Mictecacíhuatl’s skin tore apart, leaving only a bloodied skeletal figure. All her blood then turned into horrible tentacles that shredded everything around her. From her abdomen, a horrible mouth appeared with a grotesque tongue.
The terrible goddess approached Loki, who remained in his dark-elf transformation. However, the god pointed at the monstrous deity with his staff while remembering his daughter Hella.
“This is the technique my daughter uses to control the undead. Feel honored,” Loki said.
Then the god shouted:
“Ødeleggelse av dødsfallet (Destruction of Death)!”
At that moment, Mictecacíhuatl, along with all the living corpses on the ground, turned to stone. The goddess’s body fell upon the pile of petrified bodies of the bloody zombies and shattered.
All the petrified corpses then turned into dust, and the wind blew them toward that world’s dark sky.
On the remaining pile of ash, a black sphere appeared. Using his telekinesis, Loki brought the sphere closer to his sight. The god still could not move because his bones and organs were destroyed, so he only looked at the sphere.
“This is the proof of my victory, I suppose,” Loki said.
At that moment, the god lost his transformation and collapsed.
The Norse god fell unconscious on one of the islands of Nanatzcalóyan’s bloody ocean.