In the cold, dark reaches of space, before the gigantic tree Yggdrasil, the motionless body of the beautiful goddess Freyja drifted aimlessly, her entrails floating through the void along with enormous drops of blood. Her stomach had been split in half by the precise slash of a cutting object.
Baalat, whose right hand was now covered in blood, pointed at Loki, who remained in his dark elf transformation while still aiming his mistletoe staff at Freyja.
“It is impossible that you defeated my sister Anat,” the Phoenician goddess said calmly.
Then the goddess pointed her finger at Loki.
“Tell me, insect, how did my sister end up in Yggdrasil?” she asked with a mocking grin.
But Loki did not answer. The god continued aiming his staff at Freyja, while his body trembled and his face showed signs of exhaustion.
“Will you tell me nothing?” the Phoenician goddess asked. “Do you want me to ask your weak body instead?”
But Loki still gave no answer.
At that moment, Loki’s left arm, with which he was holding his staff, separated from his body while drops of blood poured from the wound and floated in eternal space.
Loki grimaced in pain and felt his consciousness begin to fade, but despite that, using his telekinesis, he raised his staff again and pointed it once more at Freyja.
“I do not understand what the hell you are doing, but if you do not answer me this instant, the next thing I separate from your body will be your filthy head,” Baalat said.
Loki continued without answering, but his body was almost out of strength. Baalat’s attack had exhausted all his ichor, and the god felt himself losing consciousness with every second that passed.
“Do you truly believe you can stop me?” Baalat asked, and then pointed at Yggdrasil with her hand.
“Do you know that I am called the sword of Lel, and that there is nothing I cannot cut?” the goddess said with a proud expression, raising her arm like a sword to launch a cutting attack at Loki.
“The moment I cut you, Yggdrasil will be split in half as well, killing every living thing on that filthy planet,” the goddess threatened while keeping her hand raised.
Loki, despite being almost dead, began to smile.
“You gonna wipe out millions of lives down there in Yggdrasil just to bust a whore outta prison?” Loki asked arrogantly while staring straight into Baalat’s eyes.
“Whore?” Baalat asked, confused.
“Yeah, whore,” Loki said. “Not ’cause she’s out there givin’ her ass to anybody,”
Baalat looked at him with disdain and rage at that moment.
“Yeah, ’cause all you elohim are just whores working for your pimp, El!” Loki shouted at the top of his lungs.
Baalat remained silent for a moment with an annoyed expression, but quickly placed a smile back on her face.
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“Who are you to speak to me of morality?” Baalat asked. “You are a stray dog that only bites the hand that feeds it,” the goddess replied.
Loki did not answer, while continuing to aim his staff at Freyja.
“We, the children of El, do this to achieve prosperity and peace in the universe. And if rotten apples appear in our baskets, we remove them,” the goddess said proudly.
“A world without conflict is literally a world where only you guys rule,” Loki replied. “Anybody can get peace that way, massacring everybody who thinks different from you.”
Baalat said nothing and once again threatened to cut Loki.
“In any case, I shall not explain this to barbarians who only know how to drink and steal to survive,” the goddess said.
But despite the threat, the god did not move a single millimeter.
“Farewell, Loki,” Baalat said quietly, bringing her hand down in a swift movement and launching a cutting wave before her.
But the sharp wave passed by Loki, only cutting part of his hair. Despite the attack, the god did not move, nor did his expression change. The cutting wave did not strike Yggdrasil and was lost in space.
At that moment, blood came out of Baalat’s mouth as she saw her chest pierced by a golden spear.
The Phoenician goddess slowly turned and, frightened, looked toward the person who had inflicted that damage upon her. She realized that behind her, Freyja was holding the spear that had pierced her.
“How is this possible?” the Phoenician goddess said in shock. “No one can pierce my cutting barrier, least of all a dying wretch like you!”
Freyja was smiling despite her terrible wound, which her ichor was not healing. Her mouth was full of blood, but the goddess still wore a confident expression.
“I had a little revelation thanks to one of your allies in the human world,” Loki said. “I learned that when you’ve got a crazy high luck stat, you can pull off miracles for a moment.”
“Miracles? What the hell are you talking about?” the Phoenician goddess asked.
At that moment, Freyja slashed Baalat’s chest, cutting it in a grotesque manner. The Phoenician goddess vomited blood as Freyja pulled her spear out of the goddess’s chest. Gouts of blood floated through space, staining it crimson.
Then the Phoenician goddess saw that Loki had stopped aiming his staff at Freyja, and that it was now placed vertically before the god, who was losing his dark elf transformation at that moment.
“I see. You invoked a luck increase on Freyja this entire time. That is why you looked exhausted, even though you had not launched a single attack at me,” the goddess said while looking at the Norse god with disdain.
“I just… had to do it 777 times…” Loki replied.
Freyja then raised her spear again and tried to pierce Baalat with it, but at that moment, her spear was cut into pieces as if it were a loaf of bread.
“What in tarnation happened?!” Freyja shouted in surprise.
Loki then grimaced in pain.
“I see. The luck only works for one single shot, and after that, her luck stat goes back to normal,” the Norse god said, frustrated.
Baalat then smiled.
“It was obvious that such a cowardly technique would never be enough to end my life,” the Phoenician goddess said, raising her arms as if they were swords.
Loki quickly raised an adamantine shield before himself when he saw the attack the terrible Phoenician goddess was about to launch.
“Farewell forever!” Baalat said, bringing her hands down at full speed and saying, “Seken Maqam shel Balah (Galaxy Cut).”
In an instant, it seemed as if the universe itself had been split in two. Everything around her was cut as though it were a fruit divided by a knife. Planets and stars around them suffered that wretched fate.
When Loki saw that the attack was about to cut him, he shut his eyes tightly. The god knew he would not be able to survive that attack. But to his surprise, Freyja threw herself in front of the god, receiving the vigorous attack of the daughter of the god El.
Freyja vomited blood as her totema was cut into pieces, until it was split into tiny strips like confetti. The goddess’s body was horribly cut, while her organs and blood itself poured out in small cuboidal clumps.
Freyja’s entire body was destroyed as she fell into Loki’s arms. Only her head, torso, and legs remained intact, since the attack had made a horrible hole from her chest to her groin. The goddess’s gaze was full of agony and pain, while blood escaped from her enormous wound and her mouth.
“My, you are quite resilient,” Baalat said with a smile. “You managed to withstand the attack long enough to avoid harming Loki and Yggdrasil.”
Then Baalat raised her arms again.
“But you will not withstand the next attack, troglodyte,” she said.