Blood spurted out of Midas' leg and the golden sword met the burnt flesh of the king. He grit his teeth hard as his mind and body were engulfed in pain, every nerve and muscle in his body begging for Midas to stop, but the king didn't back down as gods and humans alike watched in a stunned silence. Midas gripped the end of the blade and pressed down with as much might as he could muster, pressing through the muscle and bone of his upper thigh. Blood trickled out from his hand as he continued in his effort. The maiden of Orleans watched in a frozen horror as Midas groaned in pain and frustration. And then... he cut through.
Midas' sword cut through the remaining tendons in his now severed leg and blood gushed out of the wound, staining the once green grass a crimson red as thick blood covers it. "This body... it's not enough..." Midas muttered as he grabbed ahold of his severed limb, the skin and muscle turning to gold under his touch. "If this mortal body shall fail... one by one... piece by piece... limb from limb... it shall all turn to divine... gold!" He held the now golden limb up high into the air above his head, the sun's rays glittering off the metallic exterior.
"Does this fool think that he can combat us with a 'divine weapon'?" Barbatos scoffed while the maiden of Orleans grit her teeth, the flames engulfing her stake seeming to weaken. "Now hurry up and kill this fool, his 'weapon' will be nothing against the power given to you by Solomon Demon Lord King! He isn't even worth the extra breath used in insults from a far superior being such as I. You however can insult him as much as you want human."
"Not even in the fields of war have I seen a man driven to such extremities. Depuis combien de temps cet homme est-il hors de la grâce du Seigneur?" Jeanne muttered, the demon's commands falling on deaf ears as her focus was entirely on Midas and his madness.
Midas lowered the golden leg and lined it up with his amputated limb, pressing the two together and confusing many in the arena who had expected the golden king to be using his leg as a weapon. The gold morphed around the wound and dug into Midas' upper thigh, the flesh and gold being fused together. Silence filled the arena as everyone waited to see the result of Midas' actions. And then, they all saw it, the slightest bit of movement from Midas' golden leg as it began to bend in at the knee. His leg then straightened out with a sharp kick and Midas' face gained a smirk at it working.
"Just what is it you did to this human to not only have him fight in your place, and to drive him to this insanity... I remember not his soul, so what did you do, Dionysus?" Ereshkigal muttered from her throne, her gaze shifting from the fight to the commentary booth.
"Ha... Ha..." Ragged sounds, something between laughter and heavy breathing, escaped the Greek announcer. "Hahahahaha!" Then a mad cackle erupted from Dionysus' mouth. The God of Madness's wide open eyes hungrily absorbed what just occurred, a maniacal grin present on his normally soft features, "What a marvelous display of born from desperation ingenuity! You're liberating your chained by greed mind after reaching your lowest! How very human of you!" The god yelled, his smile so wide that trails of blood began to run down from where the sides of his mouth slightly split.
"..." Wukong glare shifted from Midas to his co commentator. 'The hell did you do to him, you sick bastard... Nevermind that for now.' He turned his gaze back to Midas and his new leg. "The Golden King tore away his flesh for a new weapon, but does he still have the sanity to use it against mankind's saint?"
"Such desperation and carnage. How can one be so utterly pathetic and yet so easily stunning to the eye." Moros's eyes sparkled as he licked his lips, a sadistic snarkiness in his tone, both mocking and pleased.
Among the multitude of reactions that erupted from among horrified audience members, the Demon King's was much tamer, but a noticeable one nonetheless, "Look at you ... Squirming, in a pathetically futile act of self-perservance, like a treacherous cockroach you are," Solomon chuckled with grim satisfaction, his eyes burning with quiet resentment. "How very human indeed..." He added, in amusement, hearing what appeared to be God of Wine's minor climax.
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Re:Cord of Ragnarok
FanfictionThe Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them. This is a collaborative project involving many people including myself Art th...
