Nero, The God Of The Underworld

Capítulo 22

Home of the Gods, Asgard

Royal Palace of Asgard

"I'm going with you to Midgard, Nero," Frigga spoke looking at Nero with glowing eyes of Determination.

When Frigga heard that her son was going to pick up Hella in Midgard, she didn't hesitate and asked to go along with him.

"All right, Mom, let's go." Nero seeing his mother's determined eyes, he sighed helplessly and accepted her offer.

"Son, change your clothes, you're not going to war to wear your battle armor." Seeing her son wearing his armor as if he were going to war, Frigga spoke with a cheerful smile on her face, she immediately went to Nero's wardrobe and took off numerous clothes for him.

Seeing Frigga's cheerful smile, Nero felt that something bad was going to happen and prepared for the worst by showing his mother a sad smile.

Yggdrasil, who was next to Nero, quickly got close to Frigga and the two were laughing as they chose what clothes he would wear.

"Traitor!" Seeing Yggdrasil join his mother to choose clothes for him, Nero only had one thought in his mind.

"Quick Nero! Take off that armor and put this on." Yggdrasil spoke giving a very elegant black garment tight black leather pants and a white long-sleeved shirt, on the long sleeves he had embroidered red flowers giving the garment a noble look.

Nero reluctantly took off his armor in front of his mother and Yggdrasil showing all his n.a.k.e.d body to both of them.

Shame? To the gods it doesn't exist, with the time they lived to see something they didn't see and quite rare, so for Frigga to see her son totally n.a.k.e.d was not something that made her ashamed.

With the help of Yggdrasil, Nero put on his clothes and looked in the mirror with a strange expression. 

In all his life Nero always wore his battle armor, now without it, he felt that something important was missing for him.

Frigga and Yggdrasil looked at Nero with glowing eyes of excitement, she felt they had gained a new hobby to pass the time.

Nero looked at her reflection in the mirror with a little smile on her lips.

His skin pale as if without blood, his long hair black as the night itself, his eyes red as two precious stones, along with his perfectly sculpted face, giving the appearance of a prince of fairy tales.

"Nero, we still have many clothes to try on," Frigga spoke smiling sweetly as he showed a mountain of clothes behind her.

Looking at the mountain of clothes, Nero only felt despair flooding his heart and spoke quickly. "Mother, we can't be too late, we have to get Hella in Midgard."

"Don't worry about it, Yggdrasil has stopped the space around the room somewhere in New York," Frigga spoke with a gentle smile for Nero.

Early afternoon 

In front of the mirror, Nero was exhausted, after trying on a mountain of clothes, they finally chose an outfit that looked like Loki's.

Instead of the green color was black and the gold part turned red, the clothes fit Nero's body very well.

"There, it's beautiful, you'll break the hearts of the young maidens in Midgard." Looking at his finished masterpiece, Frigga spoke in a satisfied voice.

"Nero! Won't you thank us for our hard work?" Yggdrasil spoke by placing his hands on her waist as he looked at Nero with a proud look on her cute little face.

Seeing that look full of hope, Nero just showed a helpless look on his face and gently kissed the foreheads of the two women in his life as he spoke. "Thank you."

"Yggdrasil, will you come with me to Midgard?" Nero asked Yggdrasil who thought a little and shook his head denying Nero's proposal.

"I can't, I have to create some planets, so I have to go," Yggdrasil spoke to Nero with a sad smile on her face.

"All right, finish what you need to do and then you come visit me or I will visit you," Nero spoke to Yggdrasil showing a gentle smile on his face.

With Nero's words, Yggdrasil nodded his head in agreement and his physical avatar began to become transparent until slowly disappearing with a beautiful laugh from her.

"Now just the two of us, Mother," Nero spoke to Frigga who showed a happy smile on her face. It had been a long time since she had left Asgard to see the Nine Worlds. 

"Come on, I'm curious to see Midgard," Frigga spoke to Nero as he turned to walk towards the Rainbow Bridge.

"Mom, you've never been to Midgard?" Nero asked Frigga when he heard her words, he was surprised the queen of the Nine Worlds hadn't gone to the Worlds of Midgard Men.

"In Midgard, one of your father's mistresses lives. I don't like that woman." Frigga spoke to Nero, remembering a beautiful woman with long brown hair and green eyes, wearing a tight leather suit.

Hearing her words, Nero did not ask who her father's mistress was, he would not be an idiot to ask, seeing his mother's uncomfortable face.

In silence, Nero and Frigga arrived quickly at the bridge of the Rainbow and saw Heimdall looking at the vastness of space with a serious look on his face.

Feeling two auras behind him Heimdall turns his head back and sees his Queen and Prince looking at him in silence.

"Please, Heimdall, activate Bifrost we are going to Midgard," Frigga spoke to Heimdall showing an elegant smile on her face.

"Your orders are a decree, my queen." Heimdall, listening to Frigga's words, spoke by placing his hand on his c.h.e.s.t and bowed, showing respect to the queen of the Nine Worlds.

Heimdall then took his golden sword in his hand and walked to a small altar made entirely of gold with a sword in the middle.

Heimdall thrust his sword into the hole of the altar and turned it with all his might to the right. With Heimdall's movements, the Bifrost began to spin extremely fast and slowly the tip of the Bifrost pointed to Midgard.

Inside the Bifrost that was all lit up there appeared a Tube that had no End. It was blue with purple, if someone looked inside he would see a Nebula surrounded by stars creating a scene of Taking out the Fire.

"Nero." Frigga that caught Nero's attention, she then extended her arm, which Nero gently held, while showing an elegant smile on his face.

"Mother, you are ready for Our First Adventure together in the Nine Worlds of Yggdrasil," Nero spoke to Frigga as he entered the blue Bifrost Tube with his mother.

"I confess I was looking forward to that day," Frigga spoke to Nero following Nero to the Bifrost.

*BOMMMMMMMMM*

When the Two entered the Bifrost, a ray of colored Energy left Asgard violently ripping through space to travel at the Speed of Light and entered the depths of the Universe.

Worlds of Men, Midgard

Shield aircraft carriers

Sitting on the sofa, Nick Fury looked at one of the greatest figures in the Nordic Mythology sense, Elliot Randolph.

"Mr. Randolph, you are a hard man to find." Fury spoke to Elliot with his usual indifference.

"You know you didn't have to kidnap me, just send me an email that I'd come," Elliot spoke with a helpless smile on his face. Just send him an email or make a call, you didn't have to take him off a student date.

"Mr. Randolph, you can talk about the figures related to Seven Rivers of different colors in Nordic mythology." Fury wasted no time and went straight to the point by asking Elliot.

Hearing Fury asks, Elliot's eyes got a little cold but soon returned to the usual pacifist smile.

"By his misrepresentation, there is only one God related to Seven Rivers of different colors," Elliot spoke to Nick showing a gentle smile on his face.

Maria Hill and Fury, who were listening to the historian's words, began to get serious faces. Six months since the war in New York, the ravages of war were still spread to some corners of the city. 

To make matters worse, a New Religion began to form after the New York War, which worshipped the Nordic God who revived hundreds of thousands of people.

They needed information more quickly on the Internet and had almost nothing to say about the Nordic god he wanted.

So since Shield couldn't find the information on the Internet they started searching for famous historians of Norse mythology. In the end, they came to a renowned historian named Elliot Randolph.

"The Name of God And Ner..." as Elliot was about to finish speaking, he looked up and saw the beautiful, familiar, colorful clouds that appear above New York.