[Vamp in Marvel] Ch: 6 [Loki's fate]

[Meanwhile... Unknown Dimension]

Loki's senses slowly returned to him. He groaned in pain as his severed arm throbbed in pain. He used his magic to prevent the blood flow but it wasn't enough, it still hurts. He looked at the sky.

The hues above were unnaturally dark, swirling with ominous clouds that seemed alive with malicious energy. It was not the familiar skies of Asgard or Earth. This was somewhere else, somewhere far more dangerous. He immediately tried to sit up but was stopped by the agonizing throb of his missing arm. Rage simmered in his chest as he remembered Alucard—the bastard had blown it off with such ease.

“Where am I?” Loki muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with irritation.

Before he could collect his thoughts, a shadow loomed over him. Loki turned his head sharply and found himself face to face with towering, insectoid creatures. Their exoskeletons gleamed under the strange sky, and their many eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. Their sharp mandibles clicked menacingly as they approached him, surrounding him in a circle.

Loki’s usual bravado faltered for a moment. These were no ordinary creatures, nor were they creations of any realm he knew. Their presence oozed with power, a kind of ancient energy he had never encountered before. One of them, larger than the rest, stepped forward, hissing something in a language Loki could barely comprehend. But there was no need for words—their intent was clear. He was a prisoner.

“Foolish beasts,” Loki spat, his arrogance returning as he attempted to conjure his magic, only to realize that nothing happened. His powers had been suppressed. He gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of panic, but he quickly masked it behind his usual smirk. “Very well, take me to whoever rules this wretched place. I am not one to be handled by mere minions.”

The lead creature let out a shrill screech, and in response, the others grabbed Loki roughly by the remaining arm and dragged him across the strange terrain. Despite the pain, Loki's mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. He had activated the Tesseract's portal, intending to escape, but Alucard's interference had ruined his plan. That monster Hulk had punched him into the portal before he could redirect it, and now he was in this forsaken place.

After what seemed like hours, they arrived at a massive citadel, its architecture alien and intimidating, pulsating with an eerie glow. The minions threw Loki to the ground before a gigantic set of doors, which opened with a slow, thunderous creak. Inside, the temperature dropped, and the air grew dense with the overwhelming presence of power. Loki could feel it—something ancient, something far beyond his comprehension, lurked within.

The creatures pushed him forward until he stood before an enormous throne carved from blackened stone. And seated upon it was a figure that made even Loki hesitate.

The being radiated raw, unsuppressed strength. His skin was a sickly shade of gray along with some kind of technology, his eyes glowing with cosmic energy. He was massive, towering even while seated, and his presence filled the entire room with oppressive energy. His armor, adorned with the symbols of countless conquered worlds, glimmered faintly in the dim light. He held a massive staff crowned with a pulsating orb of power in his hand.

However, something was wrong with his humanoid being. He looked injured and chunks of his body were missing. Loki was surprised to see that despite such injuries, he was still alive and was able to unleash such insane energy.

This was Overmind, the ruler of this strange world.

The Over-Mind was once an Eternal named Grom. He led the interplanetary conquerors known as the Eternals to victory as they enslaved a thousand worlds. He also faced the challenges all Eternals faced to amuse themselves once most worlds in the universe were conquered. He was the best of the best and dubbed the Champion of Champions. The Eternals finally faced defeat when they attacked the enormous world Gigantus. Selecting Grom to be the sole survivor of their race because of his status, the Eternals transferred their mental energies to him, transforming him into the Overmind. It took thousands of years of incubation for him to awaken.

Loki’s smirk faltered as the ancient being's eyes locked onto him, pinning him in place with a gaze that felt like it could crush him.

“So,” Overmind rumbled, his voice deep and ancient, “another one falls into my domain.” His lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. “But you are no ordinary creature, are you?”

Loki’s mind whirred to life. Whoever this giant was, he needed to play his cards carefully.

“I am Loki, god of mischief and prince of Asgard."

Overmind chuckled darkly. “Hahaha! God, you say? There are no gods here. Only conquerors and the conquered.” His hand clenched, and the orb atop his staff flared to life, casting a red glow across the room. “I'm Overmind and I have ruled this forsaken corner of the universe for eons, enslaving worlds, bending empires to my will. And now, you, who dare call yourself a god, have been delivered to me.”

Loki swallowed hard, suppressing the sudden surge of fear that threatened to creep up his spine. This creature was unlike anything he had ever faced. His power… it was unimaginable. “If you think I’ll bend to your will, you underestimate me,” He said, straightening himself despite the pain shooting through his arm. He wanted to summon the Tesseract and get the hell out of there, but the situation wasn't that good. He needed to get out of that giant's sight to use it and what better way was there to act arrogant before him?

Overmind’s laughter shook the walls. “Bend to my will? You misunderstand, Loki of Asgard. I do not need you to bend. Soon, you will beg me to join my empire. You will beg to be my slave. You will beg for death. Your arrogance is amusing, but it will not last long in this place. Soon, I'll rise once again and the Multiverse will kneel before me."

Loki’s eyes widened as he felt an insane pressure. The air around him distorted as if reality itself was bending to his will. Suddenly, his body was wracked with pain, far worse than anything he had ever experienced. His remaining arm burned with agony, and the stump where his other arm had been felt like it was on fire. He collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. Yet, he refused to scream.

"Hufff! Huff!" He panted as his body trembled in agony.

“I have conquered a thousand worlds,” Overmind continued, his voice calm and emotionless. “I have seen countless gods fall, and you will be no different. I'll start with your Asgard, Loki of Asgard." He leaned back once again. "Take him to the pits,” he commanded his minions. “Let him see what true despair looks like.”

As the creatures dragged Loki away, he struggled to maintain his composure. His mind was already working on a plan. He had faced gods and monsters before, and he had always found a way to survive. This would be no different. He wanted to run away, but after that insult, Loki decided that he would bide his time, learn the weaknesses of this Overmind, and when the moment was right, he would strike.

The guards threw him into the pit. His body crashed on the cold, hard floor of the pit. He grimaced, biting down on the pain that surged through his severed arm and bruised body. The darkness of the pit was suffocating, the only sound being the distant wails and groans of other prisoners, long forgotten and abandoned to their fates.

He struggled to stand, the oppressive energy of the place weighing heavily on his already weakened form. Above, the light from the citadel’s entrance faded as the doors slammed shut, sealing him in the bowels of this alien planet.

"Wonderful," Loki muttered to himself, his voice echoing off the jagged walls.

He took in his surroundings. The pit was a vast cavern, dimly lit by eerie, glowing fungi that clung to the stone. The stench of decay and despair was overwhelming, and Loki could see figures shuffling in the distance—prisoners who had been down here for who knew how long. Their eyes glinted with madness and hunger as they glanced his way.

Loki narrowed his eyes. "Animals," he spat, feeling their eyes on him like predators sizing up prey. He would not be easy pickings, not even in his weakened state.

But as he stumbled forward, a deep growl echoed from the shadows.

From the depths of the pit emerged a massive, hulking figure. Its body was covered in scars, its muscles rippling beneath torn rags that once resembled clothing. Its eyes glowed faintly with a savage hunger, and in its hand, it held a jagged, makeshift club.

“Fresh meat,” the creature snarled.