In Marvel as a summoning Mage

Hope and Purpose

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(Baldur POV)

As Thor and Loki's divine powers fully awakened, an ancient ripple surged through Asgard, a pulse that no one but Baldur could feel. Deep within his prison, Baldur felt the overwhelming energy coursing through the universe. His brothers, the sons Odin had never told him about, had finally reached their godhood. The curse that had festered for centuries seized this moment, tightening its grip on Baldur's soul.

"Kill them. End it all. Destroy Asgard's bloodline."

Baldur, trapped in his cage, struggled to maintain his sanity. The curse was gnawing away at him, and every day it grew stronger, erasing the memories of the loving brother he once was. His prayers to resist the curse had gone unanswered for centuries, and now, with the awakening of Thor and Loki, he knew time was running out.

In Asgard, Odin had also felt the shift in the cosmos. But as he entered the Odinsleep, his strength wavered. The protective magic that kept Baldur imprisoned weakened. Odin, knowing the curse would soon try to break free, could only hope his ancient honds would hold for just a little longer. But his sleep was deep, and Asgard's defenses faltered.

In his prison, Baldur felt Odin's presence slip into slumber. The runes that held him captive, weakened by centuries of time, began to crack under the strain. The curse, seizing its moment, erupted within Baldur, shattering the remaining chains that bound him.

"Go. Kill them."

He stumbled to his feet, his body trembling as the full weight of the curse took hold. His mind was fogged, the urge to kill Thor and Loki overpowering everything else. Baldur barely had the strength to resist as the curse led him to the Asgardian vault, where the Destroyer armor awaited. The sentient armor, recognizing Odin's blood in Baldur, latched onto him without hesitation.

Encased in the armor, Baldur's form transformed into a terrifying god of destruction. His mind was now almost entirely lost to the curse, and the Destroyer armor amplified its dark power. Without another thought, Baldur made his way to the Bifrost.

Heimdall, the ever-watchful guardian of the Bifrost, sensed the danger immediately. His sharp eyes had seen Baldur in Odin's imprisonment long ago, but now the elder son of Asgard was twisted beyond recognition. Baldur's approach, clad in the Destroyer armor, sent waves of fear through Heimdall, who had never seen a god so consumed by darkness.

"Baldur!" Heimdall called out, stepping forward with his great sword in hand. "You cannot go to Earth! You must stop!"

Baldur's eyes, flickering with a mixture of sorrow and madness, met Heimdall's for a moment. But it wasn't Baldur who spoke-it was the curse. "Ahha ...StAnD ...aSiDe."

With a single swing, Baldur struck Heimdall with such force that the guardian crumpled to the ground, helpless to stop him. Baldur, no longer in control of his actions, activated the Bifrost and disappeared into its rainbow light, heading straight for Earth.

"KILL KILL  KILL THEM!! KILL KILL  KILL THEM!!"

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Loki cursed his luck once more. It seemed fate was determined to test him just when he was trying to change, to become better. But was that truly happening? Or was it all an elaborate lie he had crafted for himself, the way he had always spun webs of deceit?

Before him stood the Destroyer, its towering, armored frame emanating an aura of overwhelming power. Even with his divine abilities, Loki knew instinctively that this was beyond him. No matter how much strength he had gained, this monster was leagues above his reach.