Legions of the Gods.

Legions of the Gods. Chapter 3: part 2. Would you believe it if it told you?

"Huginn?" Dante was shocked, but kept calm, tension, and awareness higher then before.

"Yeah— that red scar and blue eye to fit with it; that's the All-Father's!" Brokk pointed, his cheerful expression had trembled and collapsed into fear and despair. A continuous, almost non-stop, horde of ravens, circling around each other like a tornado, a blast of pure sounds haunting the realm of the Dwarves.

"Dante?" Lina looked over at Dante, Naturally.

"Shouldn't you know more than me about this?" Dante gave her a bewildered glance, and Brokk let out a scream so loud, that if he had wings, he could almost join the ravens,

"I don't know about what knowledge you have; but I know we're dead!"

The three busted out of the doors of the tavern, seeing the whole new realm of conflict that came upon them.

The Raven's slowly dissipated, revealing glimpses of a figure, they had purple, ominously, glowing eyes, Giving Lina a confused look; she's never seen a god like that;

...But that was a second guess to the god standing upon them, but somehow on the same ground.

She saw another glimpse, this time of a horn, and it's wrapped around the back of the hips of this god... and she realized, but in a look of fear.

The Ravens disappeared into thin air, leaving only feathers behind. And the figure appears to be man with a rather handsome face, pale skin can only give a cold, sinister grin, showing off his golden teeth attached to his smile, running a hand through his long, brown, hair. Slicking it back. He had a rather luxurious outfit, a black tunic that's made with thick material, with gold buttons and trimmings. His Bifröst colored eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Why hello there; I think we need to correct some... things." The unknown face's look of malevolence changed to sourness and a disgust.

"Where, in the world. Is that small. little."

"Bastard?"  He gritted his teeth, his nostrils flaring, at his voice, several Dwarves popped out of there homes. Looking at what in their eyes was an  intimidating sight.

But of course....

"Hey. I like the horn; Dashing. Heimdall, right?" Dante's grin stemmed with a slight and rather playful look on his face. Tilting his head in some acknowledgment of the presence infront of him, causing the Dwarves to gasp in shock; not at this revelation, since it wasn't new; but at the words of the Mortal, who in the eyes was challenging death himself,

"You mean the Gjallarhorn? Yes." Heimdall smiled slyly with a nod,  "I wasn't sure if you knew who I was, but I guess gods can make their mistakes."

"I didn't. The horn saved you." Dante smirked with his knowingly over-the-top confidence in himself, which gave Heimdall a look of disapproval for his comment; He was not considered a random. Not in his eyes, and when he didn't reply, he was looking into the wine red eyes of Dante. Drinking them in.

"Dante of Elyngard, hm? The hero of the 'Gods'." Heimdall gestured to the palm of his hand, closing distance with each step of his walk,

"You know, when I hear you speak with such... Arrogance. I see villages burning down; You should take it from me." He patted him on the cheek lightly,  "The God of Foresight?"

"And what's a God to someone who doesn't believe in them?" Lina defied, narrowing her eyes in a rebellious sense stemmed from grudges and anger, making Heimdall laugh.

"How about I make this up in the simplest way for an infant to understand?" Heimdall leaned forward to her face, his breath invading Lina's personal space. He looks deep  into her eyes. And then he quickly pulls back. Walking away from her slowly looking at the sky with his hands up in a matter of a shrug.