9 World Chronicles

The whispers of rebellion echoed through Uruk's streets, carried on the hot desert wind. In dimly lit taverns and crowded marketplaces, the people's desperation grew. Their prayers to the gods had gone unanswered, leaving them with one last, terrible option.

"We summon Pumpkin, the demon of vengeance," they chanted in hushed tones, their words a desperate incantation.

Meanwhile, in the opulent royal bedchamber, Gilgamesh reclined on silken sheets, his muscular form glistening with sweat. The scent of exotic oils and spent passion hung heavy in the air. He gazed at the beautiful woman beside him, her dark hair cascading over bronze skin.

"Another conquest," he mused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is there no one who can resist the might of Gilgamesh?"

The woman's eyes widened in terror, fixed on a point behind him. Gilgamesh whirled, his warrior instincts kicking in. There, looming in the shadows, stood a nightmarish figure. An oversized, gnarled pumpkin served as its head, glowing eyes piercing through the darkness.

Pumpkin Head. The demon of vengeance.

Gilgamesh's heart raced. How had this creature breached his defenses? Fear gripped him, but he pushed it aside, replacing it with arrogance.

"You dare enter the chambers of a demigod?" he roared, leaping from the bed. "I am Gilgamesh, king of Uruk! Your presence here is an affront to-"

The demon attacked without warning, its claws slashing through the air. Gilgamesh barely dodged, feeling the rush of displaced air against his skin.

"Guards!" he bellowed, backing away. "To your king!"

But no help came. Pumpkin Head advanced, relentless and silent. Gilgamesh's mind raced. Who had summoned this abomination? And why did he feel, for the first time in centuries, a cold tendril of fear curling around his heart?

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Gilgamesh's hand closed around Gandiva, the Celestial Bow materializing at his command. Its ethereal glow illuminated the chamber, 108 strings humming with cosmic energy.

"You face a god, demon," he snarled, nocking an arrow of pure light.

Pumpkin Head lunged, impossibly fast. Gilgamesh loosed his shot, the arrow streaking across the room. It pierced the creature's shoulder, eliciting an unearthly shriek.

"First blood to me," Gilgamesh taunted, but his smirk faltered as the wound closed instantly.

The demon's claws raked across his chest, drawing divine ichor. Gilgamesh stumbled back, his mind reeling. How could a mere demon wound him so easily?

"I am immortal!" he roared, unleashing a volley of arrows. "I've bested gods and monsters! You are nothing!"

But with each hit, Pumpkin Head regenerated, advancing relentlessly. Gilgamesh's confidence wavered. For the first time in millennia, he tasted fear.

"What are you?" he whispered, backing against the wall.

The demon's eyes flared, a voice like grinding stone filling Gilgamesh's mind: "I am vengeance. I am the price of tyranny."

Gilgamesh's eyes widened. "My people... they summoned you?"

Realization struck him harder than any blow. He'd grown complacent, cruel. In his quest for immortality, he'd forgotten the mortals he ruled.

As Pumpkin Head closed in, Gilgamesh's mind raced. He needed a plan, fast.

 

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The roar of the crowd was deafening. Thor scanned the sea of faces, all eagerly awaiting the clash of gods. The air crackled with excitement and the promise of violence.

 

"Place your bets!" a gruff voice bellowed. "Who will triumph? The Thunder God or the War Deity?"

 

Thor's grip tightened on Mjolnir. He could feel the hammer's power thrumming through him, matching the pulse of anticipation in his veins. Across the arena, Hachiman stood motionless, his katana sheathed at his side.

 

"You face the might of Asgard," Thor called out, his voice carrying over the din. "Are you prepared, Hachiman?"

 

The Japanese god's eyes narrowed. "I have faced countless battles, Odinson. This is but one more."

 

Without warning, Hachiman's hand flew to his sword. The blade sang as it cleared its sheath, a streak of silver arcing towards Thor's chest.

 

Thor brought Mjolnir up, deflecting the blow with a resounding clang. The crowd gasped.

 

*He's fast,* Thor thought, readying his stance. *But I've weathered worse storms.*

 

"First blood to you," Thor grinned, electricity crackling around him. "Let's see how you fare against lightning!"

 

He hurled Mjolnir, the hammer streaking through the air. Hachiman's blade flashed, barely deflecting the mighty weapon.

 

"Impressive," Hachiman admitted, his stoic facade cracking slightly. "But your hammer is not the only mystical weapon here."

 

His katana began to glow with an otherworldly light. Thor recalled Mjolnir to his hand, the familiar weight settling in his palm.

 

*This will be a battle to remember,* Thor mused, excitement building within him. *May the worthiest god prevail.*

 

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The clash of steel on uru rang out across the arena as Thor and Hachiman engaged in a brutal dance of destruction. Sweat beaded on Thor's brow, his muscles straining with each swing of Mjolnir.

 

Hachiman's katana sliced through the air, its ethereal glow leaving trails of light in its wake. The blade found purchase, carving a deep gash across Thor's bicep.

 

Thor grunted, pain flaring. "First blood to you indeed, warrior god."

 

He retaliated, Mjolnir connecting with Hachiman's shoulder. The Japanese deity stumbled, his armor cracking under the impact.

 

*He's strong,* Thor thought, *but I can outlast him.*

 

"Your hammer packs quite a punch," Hachiman acknowledged, rolling his injured shoulder. "But can it match the speed of my blade?"

 

In a blur of motion, Hachiman unleashed a flurry of strikes. Thor parried desperately, sparks flying as Mjolnir met katana again and again. A few cuts slipped through his defense, painting red lines across his chest and thigh.

 

Thor's eyes narrowed. *Time to show him the true power of the storm.*

 

Lightning crackled around Thor's form, his hair standing on end. With a mighty roar, he summoned a bolt from the heavens, directing it through Mjolnir straight at Hachiman.

 

The Japanese god's eyes widened in shock as the lightning struck. He raised his katana in a futile attempt to deflect it, but the sheer force sent him flying backwards, his armor smoking.

 

Thor advanced, Mjolnir held high. "Do you yield, Hachiman?"

 

Hachiman struggled to his feet, his proud posture now hunched in pain. "A god of war does not yield, Odinson. We fight to the end."

 

*So be it,* Thor thought grimly. *May the Allfather forgive me.*

 

With a final, thunderous strike, Thor brought Mjolnir down. The resulting shockwave shook the very foundations of the arena, leaving Hachiman unconscious in a crater of shattered stone.

 

Thor stood victorious, but there was no joy in his eyes. Only respect for a fallen warrior.

 

 

Janet Van Dyne, the Wasp, Powers and abilities

The winsome Wasp is one of the most experienced users of the size-changing Pym Particles, being the first person to employ them to acquire superhuman abilities besides their creator, Hank Pym. The Pym Particles treatment grants her access to a variety of derivative abilities, mainly flying when reduced in size[20] and firing bioenergy stings.[37]

 

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Size Reduction: Due to long-term exposure to Pym Particles,[68] the Wasp can reduce herself in size, down to the dimensions of the insect from which she takes her name[20] roughly 1/2 inch in height. She usually chooses not to retain her standard density while at this reduced mass but can choose to do so at will. The "lost" mass is shunted to a pocket dimension for later retrieval. Additionally, her strength was boosted while she is at reduced size, to the extent that she can bend a one-inch diameter steel bar almost double. Her size allows her to be easily unnoticed in most cases, allowing her to become stealthy in some cases.

 

Bio-Synthetic Wings: Due to small implanted insect wings, the Wasp could fly at incredibly fast speeds. These are functional when she reduced herself in height,[20] and can remain so until reaching a height that is a nearly foot shorter than her normal height.[citation needed] Her flight speed can also allow her to gain a form of superhuman reflexes and agility, being able to easily evade targets and attacks.[288]

 

Wasp's Sting: The Wasp could generate powerful bio-electric blasts from her hand that have been shown to be capable of cutting through high-density structures and is able to cause extreme pain to superhumanly strong and highly durable beings and can pierce their skin.[citation needed] At full size, Janet's stings can burn the face of the Sentry.[289]

 

Insect Communication and Control: Through the use of her retractable antennae, the Wasp could communicate with and control certain higher insects, in a manner similar to Ant-Man's helmet. She rarely chose to utilize this ability, however.[citation needed]

 

Size Addition: In addition to being able to shrink, the Wasp can grow significantly in size as well.[290][291][1][223] The growth process requires the rapid acquisition of bodily mass, presumably from an extra-dimensional source. This extra-dimensional mass should fortify all of her cellular tissues, including her bones and muscles, making it possible to support her increased weight, and giving her superhuman strength and durability.[292]

Futsu-Nushi

Japanese God of Lightning and fire

The general of the Sun goddess Amaterasu

 

Fulgora's hair crackled with electricity as she strode into the Temple of Athena, her eyes locked on her opponent. The crowd's whispers faded to silence.

 

Futsu-Nishi stood waiting, flames dancing along his arms. "Ready to be humbled, storm goddess?"

 

"Save your breath for the fight," Fulgora shot back, gripping her hammer tighter. Its runes pulsed, feeding off her rising energy.

 

The gathered elites leaned forward, hungry for spectacle. Fulgora felt their anticipation prickling against her skin. She took a deep breath, centering herself.

 

Without warning, Futsu-Nishi unleashed a torrent of fire. Fulgora raised her hammer, deflecting the flames in a shower of sparks. The heat seared her face, but she grinned. This is what she lived for.

 

She spun, calling down a bolt of lightning. It struck Futsu-Nishi square in the chest, sending him stumbling back.

 

He recovered quickly, hurling balls of flame in rapid succession. Fulgora dodged and weaved, her precognition giving her split-second warnings.

 

"Is that all you've got?" she taunted, channeling electricity through her hammer.

 

Futsu-Nishi's eyes narrowed. "I'm just getting started."

 

They clashed in the center of the temple, fire and lightning colliding in a blinding explosion. The crowd gasped.

 

Fulgora gritted her teeth, pushing back against Futsu-Nishi's onslaught. Her muscles strained, but she refused to yield.

 

Not today. Not in front of these people.

 

She reached deep, drawing on reserves of power she rarely tapped. Lightning arced from her body, filling the air with ozone.

 

Futsu-Nishi's eyes widened in surprise. Good. She had him on the back foot now.

 

Fulgora pressed her advantage, each swing of her hammer trailing streaks of electricity. The battle intensified, energy blasts flying back and forth in a dizzying display.

 

She caught glimpses of the crowd's awestruck faces between exchanges. Let them see what true power looks like.

 

 

Fulgora's triumphant smirk faded as Futsu-Nishi countered her assault with unexpected ferocity. His katana, now wreathed in flames, sliced through her defenses. Pain seared across her arm.

 

"Damn," she hissed, leaping back. Blood trickled from the wound.

 

Futsu-Nishi pressed forward, his calm demeanor unnerving. "You fight well, Fulgora. But you lack

discipline."

 

She scoffed, channeling healing energy to her injury. "I'll show you discipline."

 

They clashed again, hammer meeting sword in a cacophony of thunder and fire. Each blow sent shockwaves through the temple. Fulgora's arms ached, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

 

This isn't going as planned, she thought, narrowly dodging a fireball.

 

"Tired already?" Futsu-Nishi taunted, his youthful face barely showing strain.

 

Fulgora gritted her teeth. "In your dreams, pretty boy."

 

She summoned a massive lightning bolt, but Futsu-Nishi was ready. He raised his hand, redirecting the energy into a swirling vortex of fire and electricity.

 

Oh, shit.

 

The combined elements slammed into Fulgora, sending her flying across the temple. She crashed into a pillar, stars exploding behind her eyes.

 

As she struggled to her feet, Futsu-Nishi approached, his weapons now dual flaming daggers.

 

"It's over," he said softly.

 

Fulgora's vision blurred. No. Not like this. But her limbs felt like lead, her power depleted.

 

With a final, desperate surge, she hurled her hammer. Futsu-Nishi sidestepped easily, catching it in mid-air.

 

"I believe this belongs to you," he said, offering it back with a slight bow.

 

Fulgora slumped, defeated. "Well played," she managed, accepting her weapon. "I underestimated you."

 

As the crowd erupted in cheers, she couldn't help but admire his skill. Perhaps there was something to learn from this lightning god after all.