I looked at Tartarus in awe.

It was built in a massive cave. The stalactites and stalagmites served as buildings. I could see strange creatures wandering around, all with the same terrible, twisted face as The Creator. They stopped to watch us pass, a hungry look in their eyes.

"When we get to his throne room, let me do the talking. You're the first human in a thousand years to see this place. Alright?" Creed told me. I nodded.

Trollge suddenly stopped, turning to Creed.

"Why did you come back here? What's to stop me from killing you right now?" He demanded.

"Trust me, I don't wanna be here. But Gem is under my protection until she can travel on her own." Creed said flatly.

"What's to stop me from killing her too?" Trollge said, confusing me even further. These Entities changed moods fast.

"Me." Creed said. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut. Creed and Trollge stared each other down for a moment.

"That's a damn good reason. Welcome home." Trollge said slowly after a moment. "Creator, Creed, a word, please. I'll be with you soon."

Creed relaxed slightly.

"I'll be back. Don't get yourself killed." Creed said, hesitating.

"Troll Face!" Trollge boomed. Creed nodded to me quickly before walking away, leaving me alone in a city of monsters.

.  .  .

I quickly found myself in a garden of black trees with red leaves. A statue stood in the middle of the garden, bearing a striking resemblance to the one of Odin back on Terra Prime. This one was just intact.

I sat at the base, looking up at the stone man.

"Why do you feel familiar..." I said softy.

"Gem..." A whispering voice came suddenly and I lurched back, swinging my head. There was no one here.

Words in English were carved into Odins legs. I frowned, reading it:

"When all seems lost, and Neptune controls the multiverse,
A child of Asgard and of Olympus shall rise to seal the divide.
One of Asgard and one of Olympus shall unite what was once one,
And Neptunes hold shall crack like iron on stone."

I brushed my hand over it, looking up at Odin. This sounded suspiciously like a prophecy.

A raven suddenly landed in front of me, looking up with beady black eyes. It's feathers had blue streaks died through it with gold rings around its eyes. I squawked at me, jumping up onto my shoulder. I froze.

Ravens had always acted weird around me. While with everyone else I knew they were skittish and afraid of people, they were perfectly comfortable just strutting up to me and even hopping on my shoulder.

It dropped a piece of paper into my lap. I frowned, picking it up.

"I await you." It read. The raven squawked again before hopping down into my lap. Hesitantly, I stoked its head. It cooed.

"Gem!" Creed yelled. The raven squawked in surprise and disappeared in a burst of feathers. I stood, turning. Creed looked worried.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Trollge is gonna provide us with transportation." He said.

"Where?"

"Mount Olympus."

Dread interlaced his words.

"Olympus? Like Zeus?" I asked. He nodded.

"We're leaving. Now." He said, pulling me away from the statue of Odin. He gave me a weird look when he noticed.

"Why the hurry?" I said.

"The Entities are getting restless. Trollge is losing control over them. They're hungry, and you're the first prey to walk in the gates for a long, long time." Creed explained as we hurried our pace. I could hear inhumane laughter following us.

"Food runs! Time for fun!" A voice cackled.

"Shit! Run!" Creed barked as we bolted. I risked a look back.

A wave of the entitys was pouring down the street, all with a starved look in their eyes.

Suddenly something towards the gate exploded. The wave froze, hissing.

Then a ship flew in, bearing the symbol of The Watchers and dropping bombs.

. . .

"Oh no oh shit... not him..." Creed said. All his cocky air was gone, replaced by sheer terror.

"Creed, we gotta get out of here!" I barked. He didn't move. I pulled him inside an empty building. His breath was coming out in panicked, ragging breathing. I knew what this was. He was having a panic attack. I sat him down.

"Deep breaths... happy thoughts. Breath..." I said softly, putting my hand on his shoulder. He gasped, sucking in deep breaths. Slowly, he got it under control. He yanked his mask off to breath better. All that was left was a hollow look in his eyes.

"How did you know what to do?" He asked quietly after a moment. I slumped down next to him.

"I used to have panic attacks too. My brother helped me calm down, and taught me how to settle down when I was alone." I said. He closed his eyes.

"Thank you..." he whispered. I couldn't think of a response. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Who was that?" I asked. He looked at me.

"The only thing in the multiverse that scares me. He has many names. Blood God. Nation Burner. Chalice Breaker. Death. The Blade. God Killer. But his true name..." he said, leaning towards me, "His true name is Technoblade." He whispered.

An inexplicable feeling of dread filled me at just the name. I had never heard of him, but just the name terrified me. If Techno scared Creed, he must be a force to be reckoned with.

"He's a mortal man-pig hybrid, cursed to live forever in eternal agony of the loss of his loved ones. The last time I faced him I almost died and he put a massive crack in the Chalice. Some say he is a man devoid of all emotion. Some say he isn't even real. Some call him the boogie man or the grim reaper. He strikes fear into even the heart of Neptune himself." Creed said.

Everything suddenly went quiet. The sounds of battle faded in an instant, replaced by an even worse sound. Pure and absolute silence. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up as a cold finger of dread traced my spine. Creeds eyes went wide.

"He's here..." He whispered, absolute terrified.

Then he dropped into sight.

.  .  .

Techno was single-handedly the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. Eight feet tall easy, his right arm was completely gone, replaced by a robotic one that had enough attachments to count as a Swiss Army knife. He held an axe that was the size of my head. A golden crown sat on his torn up, scarred head. He wore a deep red trench coat, a white undershirt, torn up military grade pants, and combat boots. His eyes glowed a bright red and steam blew from his pierced pig snout.

Creed scuttled backwards, a strangled cry escaping his lips. I stood, pulling my gun out. Techno cocked his head, looking almost... amused. He began walking towards us, dragging his axe behind him and throwing up sparks with a sound like nails on a chalkboard.

I pulled Creed to his feet, dragging him behind me.

"Now we can have fun." Techno's deep, menacing voice rang out all around us. I heard Creed muttering something like 'please no please no...'

"You know how ancient humans hunted on earth? They had no natural advantages over their prey. They're prey was faster than them, better senses... but man had their intelligence. They would chase the animal, slowly, ever so slowly, draining it's energy. And the animal felt. So. Very. Tired. Then man would finally catch up." Technos voice rang, followed by deep laughter.

"Are you feeling tired yet?"

A massive shape came flying from the side of us. I gasped, ducking under Technos axe.

"Use the rift!" Creed gasped.

"Leaving so soon?" Techno said, chuckling darkly. I looked at my watch, having no idea which one to twist.

"Little pigs, little pigs, come out come out wherever you are." Techno said.

"Which one?" I cried.

"There you are." Techno said, suddenly swinging at us. Creed reached forwards, twisting a ring. Right before he took our heads off, we disappeared. My vision went white as we hopped universes.