Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
Only when she turned to look for him, Jormungandr was missing.
“Kill them all!” Vidar shouted. Don’t you see? They planned it all along! Astraea set up this trap for us, but that doesn’t mean we have to lose the war! She may be powerful, but she is just one goddess! We are Asgard!”
“Oh, dear mate,” Astraea smirked as a thunderous sound echoed through the air,
“haven’t you heard me the first
time? I am not alone.”
She tilted her head, and everyone followed her gaze to see a magnificent creature emerging from a thick fog at the far end of the garden, its hooves crumpling beautiful flowers underneath. A silver mane with teal and lilac highlights glimmered in the setting sun as a pitch-black nightmare unicorn made its way towards the group.
The formidable divine weapon of the Star Goddess, capable of slaying gods with its deadly horn. The only one of his kind.
“Impossible!” the God of Vengeance muttered. “I got rid of that thing!”
“Now,” Astraea’s resounding voice took on a commanding tone this time. “I believe Fenrir has just won a battle for the Asgardian throne. Shouldn’t we-“
“Do you see?” Vidar interjected again, raising his voice even higher. “This was their plan all along! They are the usurpers! They want to destroy Asgard again! Help me kill that b*tch!”
“Oh, no!” Astraea sighed, “I guess the romance is dead.”
“If anyone touches a single hair on my daughter’s head, they are going to pay with their life!” Selene made the crowd part for her, walking towards the centre of the commotion with her head held high. She wore a silver-plated armour with moons and stars embossed all over it, her pale blue hair in an intricate crown braid.
“See?” Vidar seethed.
“The Olympians are behind this too!
They betrayed us! They want to end us! We should kill them all while we still have a chance!”
Fenrir groaned, falling to one knee but still holding his spear. His team formed a tighter circle around him just in time because a single fire arrow flew in his direction.
Devoss dissipated it with his nine tails, which appeared and then vanished the second he no longer needed them.
His eyes flashed dangerously silver.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” the fox warned them. “Or something may fly back at you. Something you wouldn’t be able to catch. Trust me.”
“Trust you? I am one of those who survived Ragnarok! I’ve seen what that wolf did to the Allfather! I’ve seen my children die in that war! And I have no place for traitors and abominations like you in my home!” One of the Asgardians
stepped forward and launched his attack. A surge of dark energy lunged at the Wolf God, but Selene blocked it with a crescent shield which materialised in her grasp. The next moment, attacks exploded at every angle. Asgardians clearly tried to use their numbers against the group of rogue deities.
Enraged, Bash summoned lightning from the skies, striking down the ranks of haughty gods. This decision, however, made Asgardians feel threatened even more and drove them to double their effort.
Flashes of magic, smoke and starlight mixed into a picture of pure chaos as gods slaughtered each other.
As Midnight surged through the enemy ranks, scattering them in disarray, Astraea descended the stairs. She wanted to go to Fenir, but she couldn’t see where he was anymore, so she used Devoss’ fluffy tails or Kara flying in the sky as her navigation points. Luckily, their gang was noticeable anywhere.
Every Asgardian on her way tried to kill her, and she quickly grew tired of blocking their relentless but useless attacks.
The star magic was both familiar and new to her. She remembered how to wield it, but controlling the intensity of the power swirling inside her was another matter.
A man darted ice shards at her, and she turned them into mist before his eyes, but when he charged at her with a blade, she had no choice but to dissipate him into stardust.
Tiny specs of his soul glimmered in the lights of the battle as they flew into the sky, and the goddess swore under her breath. There was no need for all this, but Vidar managed to turn everyone against each other. That man was like poison, destroying everything he touched.
A blast of energy flew straight at her chest, but she managed to disperse it with a mere glance.
Someone’s daggers, their divine weapons, followed-destroyed with a wave of a hand.
A stomp of water crushed over her, but she turned it into harmless steam.
They couldn’t let her take a step without an attack, and she had had enough of it. She had to get to Fenrir, whatever it cost her.
Astraea felt the fire blade approaching with her skin and turned to glare at Vidar, who tried to kill her from behind like the coward he was.
“This is low even for you!” She arched her brow, mocking him as he paused, caught red-handed.
“It is my destiny to destroy the plague within Asgardian walls!” He still tried to play the hero, even though he was the only one to blame for all this mess.
“Oh, really?” Astraea let out a cold giggle. “Weren’t you the one who forced me here in the first place?”
“1 should have killed you all centuries ago!” Vidars every word was laced with venom.
“Yes, you really should have,” she agreed, sparks of magic tingling at the tips of her fingers, ready to burst any moment.
“Doesn’t matter!” Her mate gritted his teeth, taking a battle stance. “You are all going to die today, anyway!”
“Interesting-” Her lips curled. “The stars tell me otherwise.
Don’t forget, Vidar, everything and everyone is made of stars. Even gods. Even you.”
He lunged at his mate, but one glance of hers was enough to freeze him in the air, unable to move or breathe. She was in full control now, and he had never expected her to take a grasp of it all so fast.
He underestimated her, and now he was going to pay for it.
She felt it now- her raw power, which she had never had access to before. She could feel them all, every person on that battlefield. She could differentiate enemies from foes.
She knew which stars took part in forming their bodies, how old they were and what happened to them. She could awaken those elements and submit them to her will.
That was the real power of the Star Goddess.
The only one she couldn’t sense right now was Fenrir, which made her anxious. She had to move faster.
Astraea carelessly waved her hand, and Vidar’s arm twisted at an unnatural angle, eliciting a loud scream from the God of Vengeance as his bones cracked.
“You wanted the power of the stars for yourself?” she taunted him. “I’ll give you a taste. Be careful what you wish for, Vidar. Gods of Stars are not made. You have to be born this way!”
“Kill her!” he shouted right before she broke his leg, and a few of his remaining warriors charged at her with their divine weapons, surprising her by still following orders of that pathetic excuse of a deity.
Tired of it all, Astraea sucked in a sharp breath and raised her hands to the sky to channel more energy.
They were not listening to reason, so she couldn’t waste her time on them anymore. Deep inside, her worry for Fenrir was growing.
Starlight magic laced around her fingers, forming and shaping into something bigger until a blazing inferno erupted from her palms, engulfing everything around in mere seconds. It felt like a flash, but everyone who pointed their swords at her friends dispersed into divine dust before they even realised what was happening.
There was no stopping the star fire. Their last screams echoed through the air, alerting the survivors to put their weapons down and admit defeat. The all-consuming power swept through the space, paying attention to everyone on that battlefield. It burned the enemies, shattering their forces and scattering their ashes in the wind while sparing the rest from harm.
Magnus and his warriors froze on their spots when the unbearable glow reached them. Unable to see anything, they waited for their destiny to unfold. The screams of others were terrifying. Gods were dying like flies, and no one had the power strong enough to fight the Star Goddess. They simply were not ready for this. It was as if the Source itself helped her awaken her full potential, and Magnus thought maybe it was for the best. If recent events proved anything, it was the fact they needed a cleanse within their ranks
Magnus couldn’t be sure what the Starfire would do to him and his men when it touched their skin like a silk feather.
The light brush radiated heat, ready to burn them to ashes, but gradually, the powerful presence left them alone, allowing them to breathe again.
“Kneel” the son of Thor ordered his soldiers, and they followed his lead. Magnus knew a warning when he saw one. So he unsheathed his sword and put it on the ground before him, standing on one knee next to it to demonstrate his acceptance and respect for the new ruler of Asgard, who had just spared their lives.
Astraea exhaled heavily and opened her eyes, done with the fight. So many emotions ran through her. She took part in many battles but had never possessed a power like this before. For a second there, she felt invincible.
Vidar was still hanging in the air before her, like a limp doll,exactly where she wanted him. New burns scorched his skin, and he stopped struggling.
“Just admit it,” he said in a hoarse, broken voice. “You can’t find it in you to kill me. After all, we are mates!”
She dropped him to the ground, and he chuckled darkly, trying to get up.
“I knew it!” he let out a nervous laugh. “You can’t find it in you to kill me! You-“
A glowing purple and teal horn protruded from his chest as shock coursed through Vidar, leaving him unable to make any sounds as he processed what happened. He touched the blood gushing out of him with trembling hands, yet Midnight lifted his head together with the body of the helpless God of Vengeance, and then he threw him forcefully to the ground, finishing the dirty work for his creator.
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