My quest to save my God is nearing its conclusion. Seven weapons of heroes past, seven keys to unlock the underworld. I still do not know why Quetzalcoatl dwells there currently and it concerns me. Unfortunately, there are no answers here in the Prime Material, nor from the Gods above. Instead we must travel to the centre of the world battling strange abominations and a massive dragon that sleeps yet threatens to devour the world whole, such is his size. Although, there’s little we know for certain considering all the information we have comes from that trickster Loki. I don’t understand what he gets from this but I doubt it can be any good for us.
I get ahead of myself, the quest ahead promises to be extremely dangerous and it is uncertain if we are even remotely ready. To test ourselves we are arranging three battles against three Lords of the Lower Planes:
Ashturet, General of Asmodeus. Vicious, violent and cunning.
(?) the Irritable, Balor of the Abyss. A frothing mad beast.
(?), an Olethrodaemon of Abaddon. Tantamount to a walking natural disaster.
Ashutret is the first of our challenges and she proves most crafty. Even arranging the battle was a trap as she attempted to ensnare our selves in the first draft of the contract. Thankfully Lars sent us a lawyer capable of negotiating a much more equitable arrangement. She’s confident, self-assured and rather devious. She dealt with us so politely I scarcely noticed my blessings fading over time. Not enough save her though. She spoke foul blasphemies and threatened to rend Gestr apart but instead it was she who was sundered. I must say that tiger is worthy of his stories. Even if he tells them himself and… overstates some things.
Next is the irritable demon. Unsurprisingly very easy to lure into rash action. Fighting him would prove to be the difficult part. What if I didn’t simply bless my allies? What if I called upon the might of Quetzalcoatl to empower myself to smite this unholy monster? Even with my god imprisoned I feel closer to him than I ever have before. I feel his power coursing through me. Angelic wings sprout from me, their feathers every colour in creation. My soul strengthened, I elevate myself to the status of champion through His power. My spear radiates holy light, Gilgamesh’s legacy weighing heavy in my hands. When empowered so no evil can stand before me, and this stands true for the Balor. He flees in a mixture of fright and furious bewilderment. I do not let him escape. The spear pierces him true and he disappears. Is this power of Gilgamesh’s spear? I do feel stronger now, if only a little. A power foreign to Quetzalcoatl courses through my veins. I question it not.
A similar course of action is planned for the Olethrodaemon and it is similarly successful. Shendo’s arcane lightning seeing the abomination back to it’s cursed home before it could flee onto the material to cause suffering and chaos.
Our test is passed with flying colours. We make our final preparations before heading to the frigid wastes of the southern pole and from there to the centre of our world.