Death Games
God Troublemaker

“I-ini!”

“Ignore it. It is likely that this is a painting of dead people, ” said Bragi Elgo.

Suddenly, the crow flying in front of them made a sound. So loud. Until a door at the end of the stairs opened. Now, there appears to be a man.

Normal makeup. It's just that his murmur was very strange. They passed by the man who was standing on the lip of the door.

And maybe this is the final road to the Hidea Altar. Where there is a stone gate and vines fill it. It was in the middle of the room and the road seemed to be heading upwards.

Perhaps the legend inscription mentioned was behind that gate. But, suddenly Bragi Elgo flinched because the crow in the view made a sound. Flying quickly towards him, yet penetrating into the hydra boy's face.

Of course, the sudden incident silenced them. Moreover, the figure in the sling slowly began to move.

“Kers!” revtel saw it.

It's just that the old man who dropped off the child is aware now. If the boy is not okay. Moreover, his eye bead was completely dark in color.

“Kers?” The cousin's sister did not speak. Choose to walk away from them. “Kers!”

But as he was about to intercept him, the person standing at the door's lips restrained him. With a long sword pointed right towards Revtel's neck.

“Revtel!”

“As per the agreement, only one person can pass. Give your heart to enter.”

Both of them were shocked to hear it. I don't know what he meant but they realized that entering the stone gate in front was clearly impossible now. The fire suddenly flared up inside the room, forcing Bragi Elgo and Revtel to keep retreating backwards. Now, they were on the stairs where accompanied by creepy paintings of the dead beside him.

The man stood at the door like a guard.

“Master! Now how should we? My sister—”

Suddenly a terrible roar sounded. Not knowing where the source was but clearly disturbing the calm of the two people.

While in a different place, the figure of Kers was passing through the last road. It filled with stone ruins on its side.

His eyes were completely black, implying a different facial look. Like there was a stranger inside of him. But a twig suddenly appeared and pierced right into his heart.  

“Agh!” rintih Kers's. Finally, his consciousness reappeared. His figure appeared to be vomiting blood as a result of a puncture from the plant that appeared on the footing.

He was broken and removed from his body. Surprisingly, his wound suddenly healed. It implied a sad expression on her because she was not dead.

“What are you doing here?!” a voice suddenly interjected. He nodded and looked beside her. Where there was a stone with tears of blood on his face. “Why did you come here again? Because of you we must die!”

Slowly, the hydra boy regained his senses. The atmosphere around him is not normal. The stones that looked like fences were evidently depicting the bodies of the people in his eyes. Where their hands are stretched out as if they want to ask for help.

“Because of you we are like this!”

“Why are you coming again?!”

“You should have already sealed, The Noblest!”

“Your garages of ambrosia become unholy!”

“Traitors!”

“Killer!”

“Worst god!”

“Destroyer heaven!”

“You are not a God! You're nothing but a catastrophe!”

“You choose thanks to us all!”

“You destroyed your own race for the traitors!”

“You are the source of everything's destruction!”

“Kill yourself, The Noblest! You and them, the worst villains ever!”

Without feeling Kers also shed tears. But strangely, it was not the clear crystals that flowed down the cheeks. But black water washed his face.

He who realized the strangeness was getting silenced as drop after drop of his cry pierced through the stone that became his path. “What is this!”

“We hate you!” 

Instantly the scream shifted Kers' focus. He could no longer bear to touch the noisy statue beside him.

Until the unexpected happens in plain sight. The statue instantly blackened and shattered in his hand.

“You catastrophe! Killed him! You fucking bearer! You're the bearer of destruction for pseudo—”

“What does a terrible figure like you do here?” said a foreign man who cut the rock's cry.

Kers frowned in confusion as he looked at the charming figure before his eyes. “Don't look at me like that. You've always scared me, The Noble.”

“Who?”

“It looks like the seal is still active. Don't you recognize me?” chortled.

“I don't have flashy acquaintances like you.”

Kers's opponent smiled faintly. It slowly drew closer to him, and lowered its body to align with the hydra boy shorter than him.

“But I know you very well. One of the Noblest Who betrayed everything.”

Again the label and the call. I don't know why Kers doesn't like to hear it. He chose to pass the figure in front of him.

“Do you want to unseal? It took the blood of the nine Noblest to do so. Thor,” his steps follow him. “Poseidon,” he laughs softly. “Hades,” himself spread his hands. “Odin, Susanoo,” Kers did not respond. “Siwa, Athena,” now the boy turned to look at him. “Osiris, and also Zeus.”  

“It was they who sealed you with those two men. The Three Noble who became heroes in the war but were dropped from the throne. Aren't you angry? Brother.”   

“My brother just Revtel. I don't remember ever having a sister like you. So don't follow me anymore,” he said, shaking hands as if kicking him away.

Laughter was slowly sprayed from the figure that followed him. “Now I understand. Why Apollo and Tsukuyomi hate you so much. You really suck.”

“Thank you.”

And now, Kers arrived at the big hall. There was no altar in it, not even a prasati.

Then how can he release the spell that binds Cindaku Aftoria?

“There is nothing here.”

“It looks like the seal shuts off your senses. Want me to help?”

For some reason, Kers did not feel the evil sensation from the figure beside him. He nodded slowly and found unexpected events.

Where the man suddenly slashed at him.

“Aaagh!” erang Kers because of it. He was in pain, it was like he was cruelly rained on a sword.

His figure also squirmed in pain. “Sadly, this place needs blood to awaken its altar. So please wait until your blood runs out to perforate the puddle of the spell,” kekehnya while pointing at the carving on the floor.

Kers who began to feel lost consciousness can only feed it in the heart.

Really male bastards. When his condition was fine, he vowed to avenge his actions.

“Don't look at me that way. Though I'm only your best friend,” muttered while stroking Kers' head. “You know? I will take the blood of those people for you, as long as you repay my kindness. I want you to kill Thor for me. As perfect, right? My brother.”

“S-si-what's k-ka-u?”

Slowly, a thin grin widened on the lips of the man who touched Kers' head. “Loki, that's me, my friend.”