Nothing special or magical part 2

Location: The Fortress of Doom

The Doom slayer scanning the vitals of the woman scanned her DNA as well. Looking over it he was somewhat impressed. The DNA was similar to the Night Sentinels but without the magic circuits that surrounded it. Smiling the Doom slayer had now found the component he was missing.

He needed to create magic circuits in his soul. With this, he could output magic properly. He could finally have proper summons that wasn't just demons or angels. Just like the Dark Lord and 'the father' he could create sentient life. Though he found angels and Demons quite lacking. Demons while fierce and could easily be created had simple attack patterns and were animalistic in nature thus being more of a Liability then an advantage. Some had higher intelligence but lacked firepower.

Angels on the other hand were one hundred times stronger than any demon besides the titans. The negatives were that it required more effort to construct them. With their intelligence, they matched that of a teenager. They had no wisdom aswell and thus had ego's larger than they could handle. They also had the potential to betray him. Something he did not want to account for.

A hybrid could also be created but one side would eventually overwhelm the other, thus negating the effects of having both merged. While he did steal the powers of 'The father' and The Dark lord it did come with consequences. Because he didn't kill the Dark Lord but instead stole his soul which did kill him, the demons of Hell still swarmed to earth and other realms. Though they were still put down.

While he had their powers he did not have their 'authority' thus he could not control Hell or Heaven. Due to not having their authority Argent energy while stable in his hands was unstable in others. Creations would attempt to gain sentience or they would explode. The only way to keep it stable would to either gain their authority which was now impossible or create his own. Though to gain authority he would need to create a universe. Though it sounded easy the process was unknown to the Doom slayer. More research had to be conducted.

Although the demons were weakened in other universes due to their cutoff of argent energy they were still a pest, their numbers still large. While fewer demons could pass through they were still unstoppable on their home turf as they still had argent energy empowering them in their dimension. Well unstoppable to a certain degree. To the Doom slayer, they were still weak. Bearly an inconvenience. While many portals throughout the cosmos were closed rips and tears of the mortal plane would be stretched open thus allowing demons to enter. For while they feared the Doom slayer they knew no retreat.

The Dark lord while powerful was able to create hell which in essence was his first domain. The first universe which he created before he fell from the betrayal of 'the father'. When he fell 'The father' ascended. These beings were cosmic entities that were able to create whole universes.

Yet both beings powerful were still weak in the end. To be unable to create their physical form and decent onto the mortal plane was a big giveaway. Sealed? What god could be sealed? There was no such thing as a god. Is a god so weak it could be killed? It made the Doom slayer almost laugh. Though their stories still intrigued him. A man betrayed by his own creation and killed by his other. The Dark Lord was a tragedy. A tragedy that had to be ended...

Though the father angered him more than his mere presence sent adrenaline coursing through his veins his whole soul wanting to rip and overwhelm him. The entity spread lies and fake promises. Promises of a life of peace and prosperity. A life away from the demons, before the invasion. A time when... Daisy was still alive. But the Doom slayer was no fool. He knew they were lies used to halt his advances in heaven. To please his never-ending rage. But a lie only helps build it. Its brick beings surely secured on his tower of wrath.

For when 'the father' thought he was safe he ascended onto his turf and slew them all, Angel and Demon alike. For a god to decide the fate of others? It angered him deeply. No god or 'higher being' had the right to control others. So many lives had been slaughtered in their war campaign. So many innocent lives lost due to a battle between two cosmic beings. So when heavens defences weakened, a tear in heaven opened up and hells forced rushed in. But it wasn't just the Demons who just entered it was the Doom slayer as well.

With both hands, he tore the soul of the father his essence fueling his strength. For it was found that the argent factories was created by none other than the father himself while influenced by the dark lord he was the one that over went production. He saw humans as cattle. Sheep that could be slaughtered. Pawns that could be sacrificed. He who hid in the clouds does not decide the fate of those who suffer below. For while he schemed and plotted a way for eons the Doom slayer carried the burden of humanity. So where was he when the invasion of hell happened? Why was he unable to protect humanity when he was powerfull? It was because he was weak. It was because he was arrogant and that is why he had to die.

If 'The father' was so powerful why did he scheme and plot? A truly powerful being had no need for trickery. Pure power was all that was needed. When he stole their power he gained the ability to create a domain, the ability to crush a persons mind, Infinite argent energy by combing the energies of Holy energy and Hell energy and the ability to create anything through the use of argent energy. Such power yet both forces were still brought down by him.

Trying to research through the human archives he attempted to find a way to lock and destroy Hell so that it would no longer invade any more realms. But as fate had it, a human had betrayed him. Just like the dark lord he was betrayed by the people he thought he could trust. Reading the summary of the captured woman he went over her heartbeat.

"The captured target most likely is Hela, she seems to be breathing fine. Scans have come fine as well. Although there were Minor wounds found on her lower back, legs and arms everything about her body seems to be well. Whatever seems to have affected her is most likely a magical attack." VEGA explained as he had drones flock around Hela.

Grunting the Doom slayer went away to meditate and slowly create a schematic for his Magic circuits. Such a boost to power would not be rushed. Going into a position he sat down his back up straight as he focused. The picture of his soul coming into mind.

Focusing he was left in deep thought until he heard an alarm flare alarming the Doom slayer of Hela's awakening. Looking through the cams he saw the woman rage as she attempted to escape. Though, her efforts were for naught as the restraints were made to hold back even the titans of Hell. So why would a strange alien do any better? Watching her struggle he waited for her to tire and once she did, he would interrogate her. She unlike the Doom slayer would tire out. Her muscles produced lactic acid after all.

***

Location: The noble castle of Gryffindor

"Are you insane? Are trying to get yourself killed?" A brutish man spat. Disappointed he grabbed a bottle of mead and emptied it.

"Of course not father," The young Godric muttered.

"Please, don't get yourself killed. Those muggles... Wretched beings. Especially those of the church. Bunch of demons. I would hate to see you burned. Now tell me why did you run away. You have everything here. We have food, we have water, we even have mead." Godrics father sighed. Lifting the bottle he dropped it to the ground a loud thump being heard. Refilling the bottle again with his magic he repeated the cycle of drinking again his wand in one hand while wand in the other.

"I wanted to explore the world father," Godric admitted. His head looking down as he stood in front of his father.

"For what? Explore what world? A world filled with hate? Trust me, son. I wanted to travel the world with your mother and instead, she was burned by the stake! People watching as they burned her alive. Her screams still echoing in my mind. That day I massacred those people my spell leaving their soul weeping to the afterlife and I do not regret it. Call me a monster but I swore to never ever trust those demons. Yet twenty-four years later my child sneaks out. Comes back home wounded and exhausted telling me he was exploring the world. Are you an idiot? Did you lose your mind? Because I'll help you find it. Never in my life was I this worried. What would your mother say?" Godric's father spat his hands clenching as he broke the hardened leather bottle. Gnashing his teeth he closed his eyes his brows frowning as he reminisced. Opening he stared at the other three present.

"You three do your parents know of this? Did they allow you to sneak off at dusk? To what? A little adventure. Do not think of yourself as great adventures. This world is full of hardships a simple mistake could cost your life. So tell me now, did your parents know?" Godric exclaimed.

"No sir... They did not know," Helga replied her hands by her back ash she turned away to avoid his glare.

"Mine neither," Rowena admitted.

"Then what of you Salazar? Did Lord Salduron of the Slytherin house allow his child to go exploring the world?" Godrics father asked him.

"No sir... He did not know either... I fear that I will receive more than a growling when I get home..." Salazar muttered.

"Hmph, as I thought. Not one of you told your parents and you know why. Such nonsense. Tell me what did you even gain with such a trip?" Godrics father asked as he leaned back in his chair his face looking up as he drifted off.

"To even face four paladins... Such beings are made of horror. This is why I told you to focus on your mage craft before you even think of going to the outside world. You are still young, son. I would hate to see you die. Please head my warning and listen to my words. You must train. Train your mind and body. You slack on your training and you'll lose everything. I will lose everything... So please," Godrics father pleaded as he left to go to his room.

"I understand..." Godric muttered.

"And you two go home. Your parents must be worried sick take my Floo chalk. Salazar we will go see your father together. I hope he listens to an old friend..." Godric father explained as he went into his room.

"Well, I guess I'll see you three soon," Godric murmured.

"Don't worry we'll get to explore one. And when we do, we'll allow our people to be safe. Maybe we can build a safe haven for wizardkind, a place where children would no longer have to fear muggle kind?" Rowena explained.

"I hope so," Helga muttered.

"I hope I survive when I reach home..." Salazar muttered.

Walking outside the group made their way towards the courtyard. Reaching they met with the many servants walking around the household.

"Hurry up and draw your portals. And remember next time you two come, don't bring bad news. Bring a cake. Something sweet, maybe even some liquor," Godrics father stated. Rolling their eyes they teleported away Helga and Rowena now warped towards their home.

"Now you Salazar... Let us go, your mother and father await us," Godric father announced as the chalk circle around them burned encircling them.

"They know?" Salazar asked.

"Of course." Godrics father admitted the circle encompassing them teleporting them away to Slytherin manor. The den of snakes.