The Unknown

Chapter 36: A walk through the mind

Loki was the first to move, he grabbed Dahlia's neck tightly lifting her feet off of the ground, not wishing to harm his daughter if she could see him through the possession but to seem threatening. Voldemort just giggled as Loki demanded, "get out of my daughter this instance or I will come in there and tear you out myself before ripping you apart!".

"You kill me in this body and you kill her, but I shall return," Voldemort said sounding confident and happy with himself. Loki hesitated but eventually released Dahlia's neck and stepped back when she fell onto her feet. Voldemort then looked to Dumbledore and said, "and what of you, Dumbledore?"

"Release the child, Tom. You will only make the situation worse," Dumbledore said calmly.

"This child, as you call her, has caused me enough trouble. I think it's time for her to be taken care of".

Loki's fists clenched, restraining himself from hitting the creature inside of his daughter. He sneered, "you dare-"

"And what will you do?" Voldemort asked condescendingly, "you weren't there the first time. When I struck the woman you love down. When I sent the Killing Curse to your pathetic, weak daughter, when she cried out for her father. You weren't even there to protect your other children".

"Grave error," Fenrir said, seeing his father's restraint, "bringing us into this. You see, the last time we were surprised, we didn't know we had an enemy. This time, we do". Fenrir took a few threatening steps forward and semi-changed into his wolf form as he changed his eyes and released his claws and continued, "this time, you are our enemy and we know your strengths and weaknesses, and we will destroy you".

Voldemort seemed disinterested and looked to Jörmungandr and then began to hiss. "What the hell is that?" Tony asked quietly.

Bruce answered, "he's a Parselmouth, it means he can talk to snakes. It was in the file Fury gave us," Tony shrugged obviously overlooking that part or not even reading it to begin with.

It took a few moments but Jörmungandr laughed as Voldemort seemed to lose his smirk and said, "you think because you can speak to snakes you have power over them? You think that because I am one, I should join you?" He began to move closer, next to his brother, and wished he had the power to stand alone as in his current state he didn't seem as threatening. "You are nothing but a stupid mortal that believes he can take on a family that can destroy him with a click of our fingers. We've faced gods, creatures beyond your imagination and yet you believe you can destroy us...we will destroy you in every way possible until you wish you were dead and then we will grant you that wish".

"There is nothing worse than death," snarled Voldemort.

Dumbledore spoke lightly as he said, "that is something you have never understood, Tom. Your failure to understand that there are worse things than death has always been your greatest weakness".

"Excuse me, right here," Falcon said and Voldemort looked to him. "I am Death," he said and took great pleasure in the fact that Voldemort took a step back in fear. Falcon began to walk towards Hela and stood by her side as he said, "clearly none of you have died because I've never taken any of your souls, but you, Voldemort...well you're special, aren't you? You've always known you were".

Voldemort smirked as if Death was admitting he couldn't touch him.

"Special because you don't have a chance of getting into Valhalla, not even Lykke, you will go straight to Mareritt on Niflheim and in case you aren't aware, Mareritt is what you consider hell. It translates to nightmare in your language. Hell is where you're going as it is the only place for you...now, I can understand that to some there are worse things than me, such as losing someone you love. But when it comes to the likes of you, Voldemort, conceived under a love potion, you can't love. So, I am your worst nightmare and I will take your soul. It may not be today or tomorrow, or the next, but I will have it and I will deliver it to my Queen," he gestured to Hela who now stood next to him, but her eyes were closed, and her hand wrapped tightly around her necklace, concentrating on something.