Nether & Destruction

Theodore suddenly found himself in the magnificent throne room of a gigantic, gothic castle, lit only by hanging sconces and hanging oil torches of green flames hanging from the ceiling and the walls.

Seated on the two thrones before him were two of the both most beautiful people Theodore's ever met and two of the most scary people he's ever had the pleasure of meeting.

The man was at least 20 feet tall, with pitch black skin as black as the abyss, with green-black eyes that were like gates to very deathly abyssal flames themselves. He had green and black fiery hair, a handsome face, and 4 long, curved horns protruding from the top of his forehead and the back of his head like a devil's crown. He had black bone wings, with flaming feathers made of green nether flames. Dressed in obsidian robes made of green flames and pitch black darkness itself, he radiated an old power, one born in death and souls and ancientness so old, it felt primal.

The woman was dark skinned, albeit much fairer than the man. She had fierce red, wolf-like eyes, black hair with blue tips at the end. She had a nice curvaceous form, sharp canine fangs and an athlete's build. She had a blue sports top, baggy black and blue pants and black and blue shoes. She had sharp claws that were painted both black and blue in pattern. She radiated natural beauty as well as great and destructive power. Her presence was imposing, commanding and without backtrack. Theodore didn't need to know who she was to know she was a force of nature, somehow personified.

Before two of them, every instinct in Theodore's body practiclaly begged Theodore not to piss these two being off in any way, no matter how minuit. 

"So this is the one…?" the man's voice seemed to say, though Theodore wasn't too sure he heard properly… At least, until he spoke again. "The one Zagreus' girl found as a bonding agent?"

"Seems so," the woman fixed Theodore with scrutinizing eyes. "Though he is unimaginaly weak, he does have the frequency compatibility to bond to our son's soul. It's there, despite being quite rare, rarer still amongst mere mortals…".

"Hmmm, I see that their spirit patterns line up excellently, as well," the man said. "It is as if this one was made for him, their souls practically sync up without trouble — At least, from a mere glance, that is."

Theodore was confused. What did they want from him? What do they mean by bonding to their son? What is all this about souls? 

'Are they speaking of…soulmates, or something? Like, lovers?' Theodore thought, cringing. 'Not that I'm homophobic — I'm not, I just don't swing that way. How do I tell them that, though?'

As if reading his mind, the man's eyebrows twitched. 'This guy is thinking something absurd, I just know it,' the man thought, but fixed his expressions with a heavy sigh. Instead, he spoke to the woman. "If you think this soul is a good match, too, I'm on board with offering the deal."

The wolf lady's predatory eyes seemed to scan Theodore, eyeing his very essence, which, considering he had no body, only made him feel much more exposed somehow. She watched him like he was prey before her predatory gaze, before she spoke, her voice soft, but firm. "I agree. This is a match made by my prayer's to the almighty Razera, Almighty Lord of Destruction herself. He's the best candidate that we've seen so far, too."

Turning back to a confused Theodore, the woman asked a question that just completely made Theodore's brain reset. "Tell me, little one… Would you like to be my — our — son?"

"Huh?" Theodore was lost.. The script must've completely gained consciousness and flown away, because it was just one surprise after another, so many twists and turns and, even for someone as creative a genius as Theodore was, he must admit, he could hardly keep up. "What do you mean by that? What's going on?"

"We're Primordials of the Nether and Destruction respectively," said the woman, surprisingly gently, as if to explain. "We've bored a child, but only in spirit — A spirit made of Nether energy. For our son to breathe life, to breathe air, to exist in the living realm, he must have aether energy, or life force."

"Which is where you would come in," the man spoke up, picking up where the woman left off. "You have an unnaturally natural high amount of aether energy for a soul. That explains how you have managed to stay in my realm for so long right now," the man gestured around him. "You will be soul-bound to our son, infused with him., and he with you. He will become you, and you him. You will still be you in the sense that it matters, but you will also be our son at the same time. If you agree, we will grant you 3 wishes each, to add you on your journey."

Theodore had no idea what was going on, but he knew of an opportunity when he saw one — And this was a real one. No way he was going to pass up on this.

'From the sound of it and from what I've gathered, the process sounds similar to building with legos,' Theodore thought, privately. 'For instance, when you connect one lego piece to another, you get a whole new piece from its union, but those original pieces that make up the new piece are still there at the foundation. Or, in a different terminology, it's like weaving interconnected strands of silk to form something new, but, at the very miniscule level, there are those very first interconnected strands of silk that will always be there.'

The two deities before Theodore seemed to watch him intently, as he shuffled through the information he was given. They seemed to find it amusing how Theodore was thinking things through, every little detail. His caution was ever so amusing, especially to the woman, who had a twinkle in her eye as she watched Theodore in predatory interest.

'He's cautious,' she thought, internally. 'He'll make a fine son, I'm sure….'.

The man, who was having a psychic conversation with the woman, agreed. 'They'll be the same person, one in the same — A Primordial Spawn of Death and Destruction. A perfect pair made one, with the potential to surpass even my brother's brat of a son.'

Suddenly, something occurred to Theodore, right as he was about to give his answer: He had no idea who these two deities were. He knew they were deities — just their presence confirmed as much, but he had no names, only their domains, Nether and Destruction.

From the stories he read about gods, he knew not all were saints. He knew that books shouldn't be judged by their covers all the time when pertaining to deities — For instance, he knew some deities painted in brilliant light were awful irl, should they exist, namely Zues, Thor and other other deities that fit the descriptions. Meanwhile he also knew that some deities painted in negative light were actually child irl should actually exist, such as hades, Hecate and various other deities of myth.

He knew knowing who he was bargaining with would be wisdom best acquired before accepting any deal. For all he knew, he could be making a devil's deal.

Theodore looked at the two deities before, asking "I want to know who I'm making a deal with before I accept its conditions. Who are you two, really? What are your names?"

Theodore knew being so direct in question to deities like these two could spell ominous ruins for himself if they were petty, but he also knew that they needed him, so it was unlikely that they would destroy him. What he didn't know was that his question only served to solidify the two deities' intrigue of him more.

In fact, if it were anyone else, just being in their presence would have him thinking twice about being so direct — The fact that he was able to maintain his sanity in their presence meant that he was indeed a perfect choice for their pick.

Nodding, the man decided to speak first. "I am Tartarus, lord of the Neter, where all souls eventually make their way to, especially the souls of monsters and beasts. It is to me that all death will return to when there are no more souls to collect across the multiverse, and it is by my seed that the Primordial Giants came from."

"I am Fenrir Wolf," the lady stated, properly introducing herself/ "It was from me that Ragnarok reset the Yggdrasil Universe back to its beginning. I am one of the few Primordial lords of Destruction, answering only to Razera, and second only to a few, if any."

Theodore was wide-eyed. On one hand, Tartarus, from Greek mythos, alone was an insane powerhouse in myth. He's read all the guy's mythos, and he had only a baseline concept view of how powerful he really is based on it. He's the father of the Primrodial giants and the Typhon, the bane of the Olympian gods.

Then there's Fenrir, from Norse myths, whom he had never thought was female, but he wasn't complaining. Also, he was aware enough that it took basically all of the Aesir gods just to restrain her, that's if her mythos is to be believed.

'And they want my help?' Theodore thought to himself. 'Who am I to refuse such powers and gifts with such a minor condition?'