Devil's Business

The Realm of God

‘A haughty underworld to be pulverized’

‘Now or naught, as the redemption has reborn’

‘Redeem the throne, o’ chosen one, for you shall be the king of the damned’

The second trial is on the rise. Bima stood ahead of the challenge’s gatekeeper and its choir of God, resting the three sacred masonry from the God of Smith and Steel-craft upon the golden board table, from which suddenly disappeared off his sight a moment later. As a being with no words that entails, he turned his attention to the sentinel and gazing at them with neutral looks on his face.

The sentinel smiles and bowing its head slightly,“Welcome to the second trial of God, young mortal. May I ask you to step aside a little? The pedestal for your next challenge would be commenced hereupon.”

Bima kept his unwavering charisma and stirring himself out of the position as ordered. At once, the blue pillar has unearthed from his former standing place. A glowing manuscript of heaven has opened for the man to read upon.

‘Find a man that has to be fed a drink, yet no mandate or wish to be wed. From him you shall obtain the talisman for the third challenge of your labor.’

“Good luck, you will need it.” Spoke the sentinel as he unlocked the white gate of the second realm for Bima to venture onwards.

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(Swoosh!)

“Roar!”

The white gate teleported Bima to virgin archipelago of earth, the one which has no human anywhere within his sight. Realm of dinosaurs, as far as Bima could fathom, because of the prolific reverberation of fearsome creature’s shout and cry across the realm. Over the sense of prehistoric survival, he could also seen a group of the immense creatures up front already when he gets out from the gate. A herd of three-horned beast’s are grouping down the forest ahead of him, enjoying the bitter taste of eucalyptus tree and seizing its means to survive for their indulgence.

(Bam! Bam!)

A second after and one formidable carnivore has arrived. Rather than laying its choice to the other party and hunting the weakest of them all, Its hundred fangs rapidly coming towards Bima and pushing through its luck of the day for a small edibles in desolation. Truly unbeknownst to the beast of Bima’s showcase of skills, as he swiftly slicing through its skin and chopping its flesh without mercy upon his action in an instant.

“Pathetic.”

Bima then running to the north, for the manuscript itself has told him to do so. The paper depicts the existence of two mountains, all of which having similar tone in height and diameter. They were lined up in adjacent position, so easily distinguished with the rest of their clubs, yet he needs to locate a dent of snow on top for the exact twins that he longed for to traverse.

As Bima sprints in ten-fold of a human’s pace, he passed through various battles of survival and gouging their throat with ease. He counts on the heads from his s***h under the commands of the manuscript as he beheaded the ones in triumph over the battleground. At times, he acted as a judge for an unfinished clash and immediately settled the winner with his blade, all for calculating a thousand in balance from two sides of the nature’s food chain.

When Bima reached 500 across the carnivorous beast for his own trophy to take, an unprecedented anomaly happened across the prehistoric land of earth. A strong blizzard embarked upon the land of tropical jungle, but leaving the almighty sun behind with its shine over the grassland terrain. The remaining dinosaurs darts in disarray because of an immediate fall of ice that gradually formed a triangle in the middle and piling up the forest underneath its white body of solid water. A humongous one, since the chunks itself dropped in charade towards the peak and formed an even bigger structure of the mountain in each of the solid ice’s fall over its frozen mixture.

One hour of forbearance and the two mountains appeared before the man-in trial. On the center of the two massive piled-up ice, someone’s house was built to withstand the horrendous climate of its environment. There is no window or any sort of close-up ventilation on its design, only a small dent of airspace to circulate the oxygen and keeping the heat inside as much as possible.

Bima does not put his patience on front, as he springs up to the suspicious-looking house and crushing it down in a flash. All of sudden, the house was completely vanished with its hazardous nature, placing only a bearded man with a pouch of mead on his right hand and a horn on his left.

“Such a disastrous one for a summoning chant, aye?! Don’t worry, all Gods have done the same to its counterpart. Your king has spoke to me-“

Bima bolts right away to the opponent ahead of him, letting no waste on energy for hearing the person’s blabbering of the nonsensical circumstances. However, every single smash of the blade of his sword seems useless to the man up front, as he blocked them all with his own sword in full.

“Definitely the reason why I was summoned outside in the middle of fimbulvetr. Such insolent act of a god, indeed." He chugged a sip of drinks from his pouch before posing a fighting stance once more, while actually starting to get clumsy in his way to stand,"It seems I would be the last breathing one from Ragnarok, after all. Thank you, over-realm king!”

On the other hand, In contrary to his common self, Bima actually spends some time to analyze the opponent’s ability and holding a distance between them to keep in charge of the timing for his next assault. He surely has been using the maximum prowess of his own, but none of those were effective to the man and his outlandish sword-style of battle.He reads all of his assault perfectly, despite Bima's dexterity and high-level technique, which was happened to be useful in decimating the prior settlements of heaven and its combatants for the first challenge. To think of, the opponent was not utilizing his own advantage to finish him completely, making Bima a little bit unsettled and enraged at the same time. 

(Clang! Clang!)

Being an experienced warrior and a triumphed one so far, Bima's incapacity to give a same level of proficiency has somehow incited the opponent's own mind to be much more carefree and doing less than what he should have in a brawl. The bearded man smirks and trying to relax himself by loosing the constrained muscles of his, posing a slight upper hand upon the relentless attacks from the young challenger and a bit of mockery to the other side of the battlefield.

“Your movements are predictable, young mortal. I could hear your legs beating down in every pulse, loading your rage within your veins and dictating your-“

(Clang!)

“Seriously?! You have anger issues, just like Thor and his gonads. Calm down a bit and think over your attack, aye?!”

Within the spark of attacks from Bima and his swordsmanship, as it was supposed to be brutal and effective, the facing opponent does not budge and being solemn in his own defense. The bearded man even have an interval for his own leisure to drink a sip out of his pouch of mead while using his right hand to deflect Bima’s advance.

(Clang!Clang! Bam!)

The opponent kicked him on the guts and phasing Bima out from his reach.

“Ugh- This is the first time for me to seeing someone like you on board. Who’s your name?” Asked Bima to the foreign combatants before him.

“Apparently interested to be acquainted, huh?! I am Rig, and you?”

Bima chuckled by the opponent’s call of himself and holding his stomach by the breeze of laughter upon his guts,”Really? You are literally said Thor before and being ‘Rig’ with it? That’s hilarious, Heimdallr.”

“Nice one, young mortal. I give you one for your reading. But for your sword? Zero.”

(Clang!Clang!)

Bima then proceed to enroll yet another useless barrage of attacks to the God of the north. Being a deity with foreknowledge was unfair to the human from the starting point of their meetup, thus making him even harder to pass the test and finishing the challenge in one piece.

(Clang!Clang!)

“Have I spoke to you about having a psychic power, young mortal? The time control talisman from the Norns has none for your business unless you can defeat me with all your might.” Muttered him as he vents the attack without much trouble on his behalf.

‘what should I do? Having foreknowledge, excellent battle technique, the nordic warrior Heimdallr and his acute senses is out of my league- Ah, this might be working, but I haven’t done that at all before this battle.’ Thought Bima from within his own consciousness, which was all leaked out to Heimdallr immediately with his keen and powerful sense of perception.

To the pure mindset of the man, The Nordic God laughed,”You’re my first ever foreign mortal encounter and you have already blurted out your concern. Hah! Asgard are prevail!”

(Clang! Clang! Hit!)

Conversely, the Nordic God’s perceptive senses gradually losing its efficacy to decipher Bima’s next movement after a sudden surge of random attacks from the man. His forewarning magic seemingly gotten jumbled-up by the sudden unbearable technique from the mortal opponent ahead of him, making several of the attacks landed to his body and scratch his torso a little to the sword.

“Ugh!”

“Being vulnerable sounds not good for a God, right?” Mocked Bima to Heimdallr with confidence, even though his abrupt advantage slowly back to square one with the Nordic God at its center," You are surely being hesitant to use your whole power, Nordic God."

“Yes, it is. But how about learning your vantage point a hard way, mortal?”

(Zoom!)

A green sphere of light were suddenly emanated from the God’s talisman upon his chest. It stops the time for revolving within the circle of its core, but solely for anyone other than the wielder himself to roll over and lolled about within the tear of fabric of time. Heimdallr then stole Bima’s sword and proceeded to get out from the range of battle to put the talisman in adjacent to the sphere itself outside, putting a harder chance for the human to slip by from the never-ending loops of time inside the green field of light.

“Time’s ticking for you, Mortal. I have to get back for helping Asgard, so please handle this problem by yourself, aye?!”