The Queen of Angels was the Queen of Heven. She was mighty, and she loathed Asgardians, especially Odin. Once upon a time, that wasn't the case. Odin used to pay her and her Angels to prevent Asgardians from going to Midgard. But she wanted more, and when she received an even greater reward from enemies of Asgard, she offered Odin to double-cross her payers in exchange for a bigger reward.
She had expected that Odin would agree to protect his people. But to her surprise, the Asgardian god acted disgusted, as if her honor was his to decide. When Odin refused her generous offer, she declared war on Asgard.
During that war, she snuck into Asgard and got hold of Odin's newborn, Aldrif. She hoped to use the newborn daughter to blackmail Odin into a retreat, yet the Asgardian god refused. So, she stabbed Aldrif in the heart. But she underestimated Odin's wrath, as the ancient god used his powers to cut Heven from the other Nine Realms and Yggdrasil, effectively caging the Angels.
It took so long to free her people from that captivity. And now, she has returned to take her revenge. Though she was surprised to see Odin's daughter alive, now called Angela, calling herself an Angel, a mockery of her species, for the false angel lacked wings.
Who is he?
And now she floated before this… man? Her senses told her there was more to the story. The creature looked like a man, yet the energies surrounding him felt utterly primordial. It wasn't just his body's age, but the powers. There was light, like fire, around him. There was also darkness, the likes of which she couldn't begin to imagine, cosmic horrors of unimaginable scale. And then there was the trace of madness in his speech.
"Prepare for Heven's judgement, mortals! Your vile tongue will be matched with the sharpness of my blade—Ugh!"
Her eyes widened in shock and… dread? How could she? Not even Odin could scare her. How… But the mortal, the vile man, had somehow appeared before her in a snap, his claws had sunk onto her throat, squeezing it so hard that even she, even she couldn't breathe.
"Goddamit, just because I like your tits, don't mean I won't smack your bitch-ass face."
"Ugh—"
For the first time in her long, long life, Queen of Angels felt fear. She couldn't overpower this man with her physical strength. She was punching his chest that whole time, each punch breaking the sound barrier to make an ear-shattering boom.
Yet he didn't even flinch. Hell, he burped instead and thanked her for it.
She tried to use her flight to move both of them, but somehow his power overrode her flight.
She tried to use other powers, the mental ones, and she found a shield around his mind so thick it seemed bigger than the entire planet. There was no way to enter his mind with brute force.
"W-What are you?!"
"Me? I'm Marshall S. Grant, though folks here call me the First Man. What about you, my big-breasted angelic winged fuckable enemy?"
"..."
"I-uh…" The Queen of Angels struggled, her eyes red, furious. Her face had gotten pale, lack of air was hurting her. But she gritted and tried to spit on his face, only for that spit to come out as drool instead, spilling from the corner of her lips.
"Damn, didn't know you were that freaky. You think if we fucked, we can do that eagle thing? You know, when they go up high and then nose-dive like lunatics while still ramming each other?"
"..."
"A-Angels… Ah-ttackh!"
There, she had done it. Gathering all her strength, she had ordered the entire army of Angels to attack this man. And they did just that. The massive horde of winged women with mostly big breasts rushed in with their swords, maces, and hammers.
Though for some reason, the man giggled, stars in his eyes.
"Jackpot!"
What?
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"Aren't you going to help?" Angela asked as she floated beside her supposed sister.
Hela, as cold as ever, stayed in place, arms crossed, her son having arrived beside her. "He needs no help."
The two women stayed there and watched as the massive horde of Angels attacked Marshall. But the tides instantly changed as something weird happened. The Queen of Angels was still stuck in Marshall's chokehold.
Shhhh~
The horde of Angels shredded him. Though the only things they ended up shredding were Marshall's clothes, now leaving the prehistoric man naked as the day he was born, his butt shining in the sunlight.
"W-What… What's happening?" Angela exclaimed.
Hela shrugged again, saying nothing.
"Dad's butt is shiny!" Helvar sure was enjoying it, however. Who knew where he got that bucket of popcorn from.
Booom!
An explosion of fire erupted then, and all the Angels were thrown away, their clothes and armors melted, leaving each one of them naked, even the Queen of Angels. For a visible moment, Marshall froze, his eyes going over so many large, perfect breasts, each a stunner.
Wooosh!
And then came out hundreds of massive tentacles from Marshall's back, endlessly long as they tried to grab a few Angels, and succeeded. The Angels cried, or was it moaned? Nobody knew, but Marshall was winning with ease.
"..."
"W-What?" Angela, beside Hela, gawked at it all, moving her gaze between Hela and Marshall. "W-What is he?"
For a moment, even Hela's eyes twitched. "We don't know."
"What do you mean? Isn't he a mortal? A human?"
Hela shook her head and finally looked at her sister. "He's older than Zeus and Odin combined. He once started as a human, but he's no longer one."
In silence, Hela thought of Marshall's life and sighed. Being the only one aware of how Marshall's own body had continuously ruined his mind over such a long time, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for her… accepted choice of mate.
"Yeah, Dad's brain is fucked six ways to Sunday," Helvar blurted, his mouth full of popcorn. "One time, I saw him ranting at a cat for three bloody hours straight. He kept asking when the damn thing was gonna sprout hips and become a cat-girl. Then he started rambling about alien cat-girls in space… What's a catgirl?"
"..."
Angela judged hard. She judged this family with serious worry. They were off the rails, each one of them—even Hela.
Boom!
Another explosion rang, and half of the Angels got knocked out, still clutched in countless tentacles that wrapped all over their nude bodies, over their breasts, circling each of their thighs near the groin.
Angela could sense the presence of a dark entity emanating from the man, an entity that was ancient. And then there was a warm, light entity that was older than the universe. She was left scratching her head, confused, amused, annoyed, and slightly afraid.
"Holy hell, that's all you've got, my sinfully gorgeous, chest-blessed Angels?!"
Then there was the insanity that the man spewed from his mouth. At that point, he was toying with the Angels, not even fighting.
"Fuck me sideways, I can't believe I'm saying this but… I'm actually jealous of the Dad right now," Helavar muttered, the mutt in him growling along.
Bam!
Yet all he received was a knuckle on his head from Hela.
In time, Marshall subdued each one of the hundred or so Angels, each nude, each captured in a tentacle except for the Queen of Angels, still caught by her throat. The Queen wasn't even fighting anymore, just hung there limp, not unconscious, just defeated. Likely realised she chewed more than she could swallow.
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Asgard,
"We must go and aid Midgard, Father!" Thor roared as he struck another Dark Elf.
It was a mess everywhere. Asgard was under attack by the Dark Elves, and it was a full-scale assault. Asgardians were overwhelmed by the number, as there were more than just Dark Elves.
"Restrain your ignorance, my son. Any who set foot in Midgard deserve our prayers, that their end be swift and not as Marshall's plaything."
Thor frowned; he wanted to refute. But he didn't. He had seen what happened to Zeus.
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"So? Ready to talk?" Marshall asked the Queen of Angels, release her neck just enough so she could speak. "What's your name?"
"Seraphiel… Sire."
"Fuck, don't talk to me like that, I'm already too hard," Marshall warned. "Why'd you attack my world? Even Odin doesn't dare come here without my permission."
She could honestly understand why. "I-I… Malekith promised… to weaken the… Asgardians and… We… were trapped in… the void. We want a new home."
"So your dumb bimbo brains lured you here? Because what better place than powerless apes?" Marshall's grip tightened on her throat. "Wrong move. You fucked around and found out."
"P-Please… We—"
"Don't listen to her!" Angela, the woman who had been fighting with Hela before, flew over; she had no wings. "She speaks only to deceive. The Angels are driven by selfish desires. She brought war to Asgard when Odin rejected her blackmail, and she tried to end my life when I was a child. Greed is all she understands."
"Oh? So a gold digger?" Marshall squinted at Seraphiel, Queen of Angels. "Look at that, halo-headed tit-monster. All that holy thunder, all them shiny wings, queenly horse-shit title, and still nothing but a damn money chasing hoe."
"We-eh…"
SPLASH!
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