Chapter 99: The Meeting
Far from the Underworld, in a place visited very rarely, there was a meeting being held. Rain poured down from above, and the very air surrounding a large tower, which jutted up in the middle of an ocean as waves crashed against the base, felt thick.
It felt more than thick. It felt powerful.
That power was felt as a boom of lightning shot downward from the dark clouds overhead, casually striking the top of the jutting structure.
"You have some gall, Allfather," A slightly humorous and teasing voice spoke, belonging to a tall blonde man as he appeared in a crack of lightning, "Sending a valkyrie to request my personal presence? You really have gone senile in your old age, haven’t you?"
The man looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s and was muscular, with lean muscles covering his entire frame, along with only wearing a rather loose white robe with a red pattern. On his face was blonde facial hair, which was pretty short as it framed his mouth and hung off his jaw. His lightning-blonde hair was medium length, reaching his shoulders, as he had piercing golden eyes.
"He did the same to me, King of the Greeks. It was indeed quite arrogant of you, Norse King," Another voice chuckled, belonging to another middle-aged-looking man, who was already sitting casually at a round table as Zeus approached the group, "Though, I suppose I should be honored, shouldn’t I? It’s not often a god contacts a lowly magician, hm?"
Compared to the relatively normal-looking Zeus, who, despite definitely fitting the image of a god, could still easily pass as a handsome and athletic man, Mephisto Pheles looked a bit more unique. He had a thin and handsome face, but his eyes were two different colors, with the left being light blue and the right blood-red.
His hair matched his eyes, as it was split in half with the left side being a smooth, gelled back light blue, while the right was dark red. He was wearing a rather casual-looking suit and was leaning back in his chair lazily, looking over at Odin with a light smirk.
"If you were a lowly magician, then you wouldn’t be here, devil," A far deeper voice chuckled lightly, belonging to a figure that definitely didn’t fit in at the round table, "Though I’m curious why you truly are here. Your kind is already subservient to the main topic of this meeting, are they not?"
By comparison to Mephisto and Zeus, who were still at least human-sized, the third man was a giant - literally. Surtr was massive, standing at roughly fifty feet tall, as the participants at the round table looked like ants by comparison.
His body was broad and thick, with muscles bulging all over his slightly red-glowing skin. A wild aura seemed to fill the air around him, and the occasional flame of fire escaped through his large nostrils as he breathed.