Record of Genesis

Chapter 6: No Time to Lose

The gods were delighted with Tyr's victory.

They cackled and applauded at their first win, laughing with satisfaction as they flung more roses onto the stadium, which was a destroyed landscape caused by Attila and Tyr's ultimate techniques. Turning their attention to the humans, they spat mockeries and taunts at Attila's death, gloating about their superiority.

"You arrogant fools!" Bragi taunted. "You think a human can seriously best a god?! Master Tyr is the best! I hope this match gives you all a reality check!"

The others joined in, yelling insults to the mourning humans. The Huns wailed at the loss of their leader, but Bleda and Mundzuk were more devastated by his demise, for they had not only lost a leader but a brother and a son as well. Even Anansi felt sympathetic to their loss, patting Bleda's shoulder to comfort him.

However, despite their victory, some gods knew that it was a serious close call. They knew that a human can actually go toe to toe with one of their kin, and Attila would've slew Tyr if it weren't for a simple mistake. At the stadium, Tyr gazed at the spot where the black hole was. He developed a newfound respect for his opponent, wishing that they could battle each other for eternity.

But alas. As a rule of Genesis, those who fell in battle will have their bodies erased from existence, and their minds and souls will be cast into the Void for eternity, separated from the physical and supernatural planes of existence.

The Nordic god made his way towards the entrance, where he entered the arena, limping and exhausted from all his attacking and defending. In the commentator's box, Odin stood up from his seat, giving Anansi and, surprisingly, Bleda, a handshake before vanishing into thin air along with his two ravens.

Tyr strolled through the hallway, away from the arena behind him. Right before his eyes, a tall god stood before him. He remembered how tall and muscular the other god was, with long, flowing blood red hair and donning a white sash. Before he knew it, Tyr found himself collapsing to the floor, but the other god lifted him up before he could hit the cold floor.

"Thanks, big T." Tyr said, managing to get back on his feet.

"You should receive some medical attention." The red-haired god spoke, whom the gods of the Norse pantheon know him as: Thor, the Norse god of thunder. Thor assisted Tyr in strolling towards the med bay, where his injuries will be treated by the greatest healers in the heavens.

"You had a good time?" Thor asked.

Tyr chuckled, brushing his hair with his blood-soaked hand. "I did. Attila the Hun is something extortionary." He stared at his hand, at the blood soaking it. He remembered the fatal punch he delivered to Attila, on how his blood still remained on his fist. "He was great fighter. I bet you'd enjoy fighting him, too."

The god of thunder remained silent, comprehending his friend's words. A human is actually that strong? He was having second thoughts on not being on the roster for the gods. "Heh. Maybe." He responded and helped Tyr on his way to heal his wounds.

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For once, the radiance of the archangels died out.

Raguel's three children burst into tears, embracing each other and collapsing onto the floor, nearly popping the others' eardrums with their ear-splitting cries. Uriel lowered his head, small streams of tears streaming down his face. Metatron took off his top hat and held it close to his chest. Raphael, for once, wasn't smiling.

Gabriel held back his urge to sob with the three, wanting them to share their grief with him. However, no tears flowed from his eyes. He hated that. He's been strong for too long; he hated that. He's unable to shed tears like others do in times of sorrow. Michael slammed his fist into the wall, causing a dent on the solid marble surface.