The Rise Of A Porter

'Spare my life?' Lucifer kept repeating those words inside his head.

It was the first time he had been disrespected in such a manner. The continuous disrespect was making him lose his crap. But deep down he knew that Arnold had the strength to do exactly what he said he would. 

he and his demons joined Loki and Zeus thinking they would be able to defeat the humans and take over the planet for themselves. But not, Lucifer realised it wasn't going to be as easy as he had imagined. Arnold was now in a different league, one which no god had been able to achieve in recent years.

The only one who could still probably challenge him was Shiva, but why would he challenge his own vassal? They were fcked. At that moment, Lucifer's attention immediately shifted from conquering the planet to saving his kind. 

"I don't have much time. Make whatever decision you have to, your survival or Loki and Zeus?" Arnold gave the fallen angel one last chance to spare his life.

Well, at least he showed that he would spare their lives. But in reality, Arnold had no such intentions. He had already made up his mind to kill everyone who dared to stand up against him and thanks to Typhoon's heart, he could do just that. At least that's what he had learned after extensively using foresight for hours. 

Still, he had seen several outcomes of their battle and in only one of them was he able to achieve all of his goals. One among a million outcomes. He won the battle in several of them, but his goal of reviving Nicole only became reality in one of them... and that path was the most bloody one. One wrong step on that path could lead to the destruction of the entire planet. 

On top of that, he could not even tell anyone about the outcomes he had seen because, well, that would change the future drastically. How did he know that? Well, because he had seen such a future while he was busy fighting Typhoon inside his consciousness. 

'They should appear right about now...' Arnold thought and just as he did, the last of the portals opened up and every god's and human's nightmares walked out of them. 

Hela was there with all of her undead armies, along with Surtr... who too had been converted into an undead. But monsters kept coming out of the portal until Zeus and Loki walked out. Wearing their godly armour along with... Fenrir and Jormungandr, the legendary serpent son of Loki.

In the middle of them all, a person was standing. The person whom Arnold once referred to as his brother. The person who brought him into the black family and once was the best comrade Arnold could have ever asked to have his back.

But the next moment, all those memories were replaced by a singular memory... the memory of the man ripping Nicole's heart out, killing her in an instant. He wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed by such emotions. 

Nina could not help but feel enraged and emotional at the same time. Johnny was once her mentor too, but now he was nothing more than an enemy. It pained her heart but she knew Arnold would have been in more pain than she was.

It was time for the final battle to commence, and Arnold would need to help of those currently being protected by the sapling. 

"Let's back him up!" Nina roared and was about to walk out of the protective area when Arnold raised his hand in the air, signalling them to stop. 

If any human walked out of the protective zone, they will be killed instantly. No one would attack them but they will still die. How? Because of Jormungandr's poison. The serpent was unlike anything the world had ever seen. 

Jormungandr had been cursed from the moment he was born. A curse to kill anyone who got close to him. Well, not precisely as through millennia he learned to control the poison leaking from his skin in such a manner that it would only harm the ones he wanted to. As a result, he could essentially grant immunity from his poison to those he wanted to, like his father and his allies. 

As for the other gods on the battlefield, although they were affected by the poison, the poison could not harm them indefinitely as they had built a resistance from poison when they first encountered the most lethal poison in the whole universe. 

The same poison which Shiva had to swallow in order to protect the gods all those years ago. However, being exposed to large amounts of poison for longer periods of time would eventually make them weak.

As a result, they would either die at the hands of their enemies in their weakened state or would die simply from consuming too much poison. After all, no matter how resistant they were to poison, at the end of the day, it was just that... a resistance and not immunity. 

The only one who had ever completely been immune to poison was Shiva because he already had too much poison in his body, poison did not work on him anymore. As for the humans, well, just taking a whiff of the poison would kill them before they could even process anything. 

"No matter what, none of you should walk out of there." Arnold instructed Nina and the rest of them while he got inside his armour, "As for the rest of you 'gods', the moment the moment the poison starts spreading within your body, go inside the barrier and stay there till you get healed up."

Arnold further stated, "It's just a suggestion. Obeying it or not is completely your choice."

"What about you?" Apollo asked him, "Your summons are immune to poison because they are undead. You on the other hand-"

"I, on the other hand, can fall to the poison, is that what you are saying?" Arnold interrupted him without even turning to look at him, "If I start worrying about the little things, who will save humanity? You gods won't, would you?"