Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Cutting off his enemy's arm, Dag ascertained that he was not actually a clone and after finally realizing that the real Hakon was in his hands and that his life depended on his decision, the young Master began talking again.

"The four emblems... where are they?" 

"Aaargh... where the hell else would them be, you piece of shit! Ask your stupid sphere! *spit*" Hakon exclaimed, whose face had turned red for the loud screams, spitting out blood that continued uninterruptedly gushing from his mouth towards Dag, hitting him in the face.

He again attached the Giantbane to his belt and wiping his face with one hand, made a blunt expression.

"You know what, Hakon? You're so small and meaningless that you don't even disgust me. I thought the 'great leader of Lies Of Loki' was the only warrior who could put me in trouble, the only one who could push me beyond my limits. Instead, look at you, you're just a homunculus playing the bully, but your powers and strength are worth less than zero. I'm going to dismember every fiber in your body, break every muscle, and let wild animals feed on your remains... I wouldn't leave your putrid flesh even to the Claws Of Fenrir, who are worthy of my respect. The first arm was for my father Stein. Stein, remember this name, it is thanks to him that I began looking for you" Dag exclaimed, who very slowly moved the second dark arm towards the enemy.

Hakon, turning his eyes slightly, watched the huge black hand approach and, panicked, could not even scream because of the pain in his chest.

"The other arm is not for Brann... if it was up to me, that bastard can rot forever in Helheim, or wherever his soul is right now... no, it's not for him... this is for Asa, Skjold's bravest Shieldmaiden, the one who had to endure the pain of losing two husbands because of you and your soldiers!" Dag yelled again, whose dark arm tightened Hakon's other arm and violently began pulling outwards.

"Aaargh! Please, just kill me! Just… aaaah!" the enemy leader continued to scream, while he tried to wriggle unnecessarily consuming the last drops of adrenaline flowing into his body.

Under the eyes of his companions, some of whom, including Freydis, were forced to turn around so as not to witness that bloody scene, Dag tore Hakon's arm one fiber at a time, fraying the muscle of his shoulder as if it was made of rubber until he reached the bone, that was forcefully broken apart. 

When his arm was separated from the rest of the body and thrown to the ground with a gesture of constipation, Hakon completely lost consciousness and his head lowered to the ground, continuing to lose blood.

Dag's hand immediately grabbed the hammer, quickly detaching it from his belt, and, after a few seconds of accumulating electricity in his weapon, he approached Hakon's dying body, resting its stone head on his chest.

"No, you won't die until I tell you!" the young Master exclaimed, clutching the handle of the weapon and channeling its energy toward the upper end.

A very strong electric shock swept through Hakon's unconscious body, which, having just passed out, immediately recovered his lucidity and awoke from his mortal sleep by grinding his eyes and emitting strange verses, while blood flowed from his mouth, dirtying his entire neck and chest.

"Dag..." Freydis whispered, that despite knowing that her boyfriend had waited for that moment of vengeance all his life long, did not believe he would be so sadistic, mocking his enemy even on the verge of death.

The Shieldmaiden's voice was completely ignored and Reidar put a hand on her shoulder, shaking it and making her realize that, if they really wanted Dag's good, they should keep him going, despite the bloody scene.

She then turned back and walked inwards of the palace, knowing that in the next few seconds, Dag would continue to mutilate Hakon mercilessly.

"You told me that you have spent the last ten years spying on me, controlling flying animals, terrestrial animals, even other human beings from what I understand. All because of the Frostsinners. I'm sure they're looking at us right now... is there anything you want to tell them?" the young Master asked, slightly looking up.

"What? The Frostsinners? What does that have to do with it?" 

"Why didn't Master Dag name the alien race that rules over us humans, won't he be their enemy?" 

"I don't understand what the connection between the head of Lies Of Loki and the Frostsinners is..."

The warriors behind Hakon, especially those closest to the two fighters, were shocked to hear those words, not having witnessed the statement of the enemy leader, who, a few minutes earlier, had confessed the truth to Dag, making him realize that almost all his choices had been somehow forced by the will of the Xis.

Hakon tried to raise his head to the night sky, but the muscles in his neck had been so weakened by the last two blows, with which both arms had been detached, that he could barely raise his eyes.

Noticing that the words could not get out of the mouth of his now defeated opponent, Dag screamed in his place.

"I appeal to all the Xis who are watching us from Earth! Did you think that was enough to stop me?! Did you believe that such a banal warrior was enough to destroy what you yourselves created?! You're not smarter than us, you're just thieves! You stole our light, our vital energy... and I'll make you pay for that! Remember my face, because it's the last one you'll see!" 

After his heavy words, Dag looked again at Hakon's face, now on the edge of his strength, awake only thanks to the electrical energy that, circulating between his muscles, had reactivated the heartbeat, albeit weakly.

"Are you going to apologize for what you've done to me and these men? Or do you prefer to die without honor, just like a dog and away from your family?" the young Master asked again, grabbing the Giantbane and lifting its hot blades towards Hakon's face, who, no longer even having his arms, seemed to react to no stimulus.