In the quiet luxury of Roy's mansion, his lovers gathered around him—Grayfia's serene grace, Velgrynd and Velzard's draconic majesty, Scáthach's warrior stillness, Sif's warmth, Hela's cold allure, Amora's mischievous charm, Lorelai's elegance, and the cosmic presence of Death and Infinity. Natasha and Maria Hill sat near Roy—Maria still admiring her new cosmic aura and the ring that bound her to him eternally.
Everything was peaceful…
Until Roy's eyes snapped open. The air trembled.
"Roy? What is it?" Velgrynd asked, her pupils narrowing.
Roy's voice was low—dangerously calm.
"Mother… Frigga… she's about to die."
The room froze.
Before anyone could speak, Roy vanished in a flash of Abyssal Celestial light, tearing through the realms and materializing directly inside Frigga's chamber in Asgard.
The Frozen Assassination
A cursed Dark Elf sword was already inches from Frigga's heart.
Jane Foster lay unconscious to the side.
Kurse, cloaked in murderous intent, towered over them.
Time itself… collapsed.
Everything froze as Roy arrived, Divinity and Shadow interwoven.
He didn't speak.
He didn't hesitate.
He simply raised a hand—
—and Kurse's arms and legs snapped like twigs.
Roy's shadow expanded like a living storm.
"Come forth."
From the abyss beneath his feet, millions of eyes glowed.
The Army of the Abyss Rises
Across Asgard's battlefield—where Odin, Thor, and Loki struggled against Dark Elf forces—the sky suddenly turned black.
A titanic shadow circle opened above the army, and the first to appear were the generals:
Beru, chittering with excitement, dripping killing intent. Igris, crimson energy crackling around him like a living storm. Tusk, horns glowing with dark magic. Bellion, towering with regal armor, his multi-universal aura suffocating lesser beings.
And then the army followed…
50 million Shadow Soldiers, some at Heavenly Father-tier, some at Sub-Heavenly Father tier, all ready to annihilate.
The ground shook with their arrival.
Asgardians stared, horrified and awed.
Dark Elves froze in terror.
Odin's eyes widened.
"These… aren't ordinary shadows…"
Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly.
Loki whispered:
"Brother… just what have you become?"
Malekith Meets the Shadow Generals
Malekith, fighting Odin, felt a crushing pressure behind him.
He turned—slowly—and came face to face with Bellion, whose burning purple eyes stared down at him as if he were an insect.
"W–Who are you? Why attack my people? What have we—"
Bellion interrupted, tone cold and absolute:
"You angered one whom the cosmos itself kneels to."
Malekith trembled.
Behind Bellion, Igris stepped forward, lifting his cape. Shadows rippled like a void storm.
From within emerged Roy—holding a severed head casually in one hand—
—with Frigga safely beside him, and Jane supported on the other side.
The entire Shadow Army dropped to one knee.
"Welcome, my king!"
Their unified roar shook the Nine Realms.
Asgard fell silent.
Even Odin—the All-Father—felt a shiver run down his spine.
This wasn't the son he thought was simply gentle and lazy.
This was a sleeping dragon…
…finally awake.
The Wrath of the Abyss
Roy didn't look at the Asgardians first.
He looked only at his mother, touching Frigga's cheek gently.
"You're safe now."
Then he turned toward Malekith.
His eyes were pure abyss.
"Beru."
Beru bowed so deeply his head nearly touched the ground.
"Yes, my king!!!"
"Torture him. End him. Make sure he never crawls back from any realm."
Beru's smile widened to inhuman proportions.
He dragged Malekith's screaming body into the Shadow Dimension.
The battlefield went quiet except for distant, echoing screams.
Minutes later, Beru returned—calmly dropping Malekith's severed head at Roy's feet.
Asgard's Revelation
Odin stepped forward, voice shaking.
"Roy… my son… all this time… you possessed such power?"
Roy looked at him calmly.
"I never wished to rule, Father."
"I only wished to live peacefully with my family."
"But those who strike my loved ones…"
The shadows behind him surged like a tidal wave.
"…will learn what it means to provoke an Abyssal True Shadow Dragon God."
Thor swallowed hard.
Loki smirked—but it was a mixture of pride and fear.
Frigga touched Roy's arm gently.
"My beautiful boy… thank you."
And Roy smiled—not as a god, but as her son.
The Shadow Army remained kneeling, awaiting only his command.