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(This takes place in a world in between worlds, where through time and space all possibilities of life and death have been running, opening a myriad of conclusions to stories that have never been told before. This is just one of many tales that haven’t been written until now. Marvel comics ran a line of stories that were called “what if..?” and ran your imagination through the possibilities of what could have happened with characters like thor, the x-men, and so forth, so this is my version of an alternative world involving steelwolf and his descent into a darkness he cannot escape from. This is only a small part of the larger picture i am currently writing as there will be two more stories to complete all this.
As a note this piece is fanfiction and all the HG charicters belong to the various HG members, steel however is all mine. Wanna know more about the house of grim and the members that reside within? go check out their site!)



Part The First
The manor burns now as flames begin to caress the rich tapestries and light proof curtains of this once thought impregnable haven for the denizens who walk the fine line between the light and the darkness. The dark god appears through the explosion he just made to herald his arrival. His rich dark skin contrasts with his eyes that burn with such intensity few can look at him directly. Wearing no shirt or boots he’s only dressed in embroidered black velvet breeches. On his chest is a gold necklace of a brightly glowing falcon, as he moves it seems the wings of the bird still seem to be flying as if trying desperately to flee its wearer. His right hand grasps and half drags by the neck across the burning debris-laden floor unconsciousness Lady Nineveh. Her once fine traveling cloak now ripped in tatters. Her once beautiful dark eyes are badly bruised, her left eye has long since swollen shut and her nose and mouth are bloody.

The familia lay sprawled across the floor of the broken and burning manor, but even as sets dark laughter booms across the fiery walls, they begin to recover and rally around their leaders. Lord grim rises from the debris uncovering lady blood as he protected her body with his own, taking the brunt of the explosion himself. Though his garments are nearly burned off him and his body is badly damaged, with a mental command his deadly scythe appears in his right hand and he stands ready.

Goth limps as a piece of bone juts through his leather breeches; with a painful effort he draws his twin uzi’s and takes careful aim with the laser sights. Steel lays sprawled on his back and wincing in pain. With bloody paws he slowly pulls out a wooden pylon that went through his gut. After a few moments of agony, the son of fenris rolls over onto his stomach, clutching his mid section and spits up blood. Already the near mortal wound is healing on him and he immediately begins to study the situation. Luna frees herself from a solid oak table and chairs that landed on her from the explosion. Her body begins to glow as she begins to store up magical energy for the battle to come. Demon spawn gets himself out of the brick wall that fell on him and goes to help an unconscious atum out as well. Raven and demon rage roost in destroyed rafters, they watch sets arrogant movements with hateful abandon. Prince Thorn crawls over to his badly bleeding sister Eve and gives her first aid. Hera, Midnight, rand, and shy begin to move and slowly root through the rubble searching for other survivors. Throughout the chaos one being stood unmoving and uninjured next to his lord through the explosion. The burning figure known as Death war simply turns and faces the great nemesis. His fists clench in dark fury and he waits.

“The battle is over before it even began fools!” The dark god speaks in a booming raucous voice as he smiles looking over the regrouping HG. “I now possess the power of the amulet of horus” Nine though in his clutches weakly moans and tries to pry his hands off her neck. Set looks to Nineveh and grins wickedly “And to think this wretched childe of mine had it in her possession for all this time, and knew not how to use it.” Playfully he brings up his left hand to stroke her black hair then backhands her forcefully. Her body goes limp and dangles again in his right hand, but not before steel sees what transpired and roars! Though still badly wounded, He growls low with his fangs bared, his hackles raised and his claws unsheathe themselves from his bloody paws. “Surrender worms of grim!” Set’s voice booms again “Her life will be such a small thing to snuff from this world!” The angry eyes of grim lock onto the maddening eyes of the dark begotten god of long ago. He scowls as he spins his enchanted scythe and assumes a defensive position protecting his battered lady. “We shall never surrender to overtly empowered thugs like you.” Set looks actually intrigued by grims comments and continues. “And I don’t give a damn what newfound power you supposedly gotten a hold of, we shall send you back to the sands of your demise like the soon to be whipped jackal you are!” With a nod to those still standing he charges, leading the assault. Raven, demon spawn and demon rage swoop in as death from above. Set raises a hand crackling with power and unleashes a bolt onto spawn. “FOOLS!” he cries as demon spawn does something he hasn’t in a long time

He screams! The bolt hits him and he becomes enveloped in some dark unholy fire. The intensity is so extreme, that even a demon from the very depths of hell itself soon finds himself burning. His body is enveloped in unholy flames, with his flesh burning off him he careens out of control and crashes to the ground. Set laughs as right before the attackers on the ground reach him he squeezes his right hand….

Steel looks up, his jaws open in a long silent scream as with a loud cracking sound set crushes Nineveh’s neck into powder. The dark god lets go and everyone stops, watching her lifeless body fall almost in slow motion gently falling to rest with a sickening wet “thunk” sound on the ground. Set laughs as her head rolls cockeyed unnaturally from the rest of her body and her sightless eyes lock the horrified werewolf in a gaze he cannot look away from. “STRENGTH AND HONOR!” The awesome Deathwar who’s real name is Desmodious cries out his battle cry, and then he appears before the grinning dark god, punching the enemy in the face and ribs repeatedly with his great burning fists, not giving him a chance to recover knowing the rest follow suit behind him. Set licks the blood on his lips laughing as he returns the compliment in kind. The punch hit so hard that it shatters what’s left of the manor windows by the shockwave unleashed. Like a great runaway comet, the burning body of death war punches through the walls of the manor and disappears from sight. “FOOLS! ALL OF YOU FOOLS!” he laughs as he is enveloped in a hailstorm of depleted uranium bullets from Goths two Uzi’s. The Vampire frowns in dismay; the shells are nothing to the dark god and he limps back, drawing his sword and painfully tighten the splinted tourniquet on his shattered leg.

Steel frantically crawls over to his beloved nine and brings her close to him, rocking her back and forth. “My..angel of the night….” Tears fall down his gray face and muzzle as he rocks nines body back and forth. “Forgive m…m me …darling...” His teary emerald eyes go into a daze as he strokes her raven black hair murmuring with trembled lips “Please wake up…..please honey wake up….” Grim meanwhile lashes out in a vicious assault on set with his scythe. More than once the wicked blade nearly cuts the dark god in half as grim presses on his attack. In a flurry of punches and slashes, set and grim maneuver each other across the room with such speed and grace to their dedicated dark art of combat styles, it seems as if they are simply dancing the deadliest ballet ever witnessed. Grim feints set with a lunging attack and manages to reverse his stroke, spinning his weapon across the handle, and bringing the blade in an upward slice he slashes his enemy deep across the abdomen. Set roars countering by punching grim in the midsection with sufficient force to send the lord of HG hurtling through the kitchen. He now laughs horribly at the werewolf’s sorrow. “DON’T WEEP FOR THE LITTLE WHORE, DOG!” Steel’s sorrowful emerald eyes look up at the dark god, inciting more laughter as he blasts a swooping raven and demon rage with his unholy fire. Raven is enveloped in the fire, his arms flail about and he screams as he burns to the ground. Rage managed to dodge most of it at the last second, save for his right wing and spirals now out of control, smashing into the staircase on the second floor.

Steel doesn’t look away from set as the slow build of his inner anger catches him in thrall. For those who can look into minds or those who for some strange design looked into those sad green eyes of Steel on this dark day, they see an inner conflict start inside his very soul. They would see an image of a tall black haired man standing on the tip of a mountain, that’s nearly overrun the top in the burning fires that is the beast within him. “Let me have him!” The part of steel that is human hears growling in a thunderous echo as the flames warmly lick and caress his feet. “Only I have that kind of power” The beast loudly growls across his psyche. “And you damn well know it!” “I know…” the man whispers sadly looking into the dancing fires that stretch for all he can see. “Oh by the gods, he killed her! Why?! WHY?!” The man nearly doubles over in agony and grief but the beast simply growls. “We shall have our vengeance, but you know what the sacrifice will be, to avenge the death of the last rays of light of our soul” The man cries silently as beast continues. “To avenge those who died here on this dark day, it will be worth the loss!”

The man frowns knowing deep within him that what the beast says is true and sadly nods in agreement. He slowly raises and outstretches his arms knowing he must do something or else all is lost. Back in the battle Steel watches as Goth is caught in the deadly grip of the Egyptian god of death by the neck, dropping his now broken sword. Set laughs as he lifts him up to eye level and mocks him “Foolish wretch, what happened to the Egyptian woman, soon I shall do to your blue haired harlot!” Goth’s face turns red and his lips curls into a fanged snarl. “NOOOO!!!” Relying on pure battle instinct, goth snatches a sawed off 10 gauge riot shotgun from a sheath on his back and blasts a fiery magnesium tipped slug into sets face. “UGH! DAMN YOU!” Set cries out in pain and covers his burning face, dropping Vincent to the floor. Luna takes advantage of sets temporary blindness and with an assist from her wings, swoops in and retrieves her injured husband.

Steels head looks down weeping for the loss of his wife, and for those who have died here today, knowing what he must do now he quietly chants in the ancient language of magic a brief spell. His claws on his front and back paws slowly begin to glow in a bluish aura. The tears drip off his face and muzzle and he smiles an honest smile, his last smile. He knows now that his natural weapons are now temporarily enchanted with a magical sharpness that will now easily rend the flesh of the gods themselves. Those who see into his minds eye can now see the man inside with the outstretched arms slowly lean backward and slowly fall into the flames of the beast within him. Steel convulses suddenly and his body begins to grow an extra two feet of pure tightly corded muscle all over his body. His roars a haunted cry that sounds like the blood rage of a wolf mixed in with a man screaming for his lost soul. All those who hear it feel their heart strings being pulled and come to tears. Bloody, knowing well of steels inner fights with his rage mumbles in awe of what she sees “Steel, by the gods what have you done…” Luna, half dragging, half carrying the injured goth, he still holds the half melted shotgun in his weakened grasp. They stand near bloody with the others and watch as the now twelve foot tall werewolf rises above the dead body of his wife.

His eyes, once glowed green, the color of nature, the color of the balance of life and death within him, now shift to a burning red, the color of pure undiluted rage! “What’s happening to him bloody?” Hera asks quietly “Set has sewn a dark wind here today” Bloody murmurs as she hears steel roar another haunting cry. “And now he shall reap a hurricane….” Thorn motions to everyone that remains “Stand back everyone, steels going nuts!” The werewolf deftly begins to circles his prey now. Set now able to see from Goths shotgun slug, watches the werewolf for his usual fighting style. This time however he’s puzzled and sees no hint of one being used. “Your pathetic dog!” Set mocks the werewolf but steel doesn’t even register that he heard him. The dark god lowers his hands and blasts at the werewolf with his dark fires. Using agility that’s never been seen by steel ever, he easily dodges the unholy fire and closes with him in mere seconds ripping into the dark god with a savagery never witnessed by anyone here with his glowing claws. Steel howls as he pounces on the dark god, sinking his claws deep into his dark flesh. White fangs quickly rip into sets thick neck, his blood spattering all over the floor.

The dark god punches steel repeatedly in the face and head. To his dismay and growing terror the werewolf not only heals the wounds caused by the punches now nearly as fast as he can hit him, but steel no longer seems to feel pain anymore. The two locked combatants fall and tumble now on the ground with grunts and growls echoing off the burning walls of the manor. Set struggles with all the wretchedness in his being, but to no avail, the werewolf grinds his teeth into sets neck and his claws begin to tear into his stomach. Steel lifts his head up and roars in his berserk fury, his muzzle and chest now drenched in sets foul lifeblood. As he grasps his prey by the shoulders the werewolf begins to pump with his powerfully clawed hind legs, ripping into his enemies chest and belly. Entrails, fluids, bile and gore begin to fly out in all directions, splattering the walls, floor and what’s left of the ceiling.

Set cries out now in agony, he begs to the werewolf, power, wealth, the life of his beloved all could be his and more if he lets him live. Steel hears none of these things however and growls with his teeth embedded in sets neck. Puzzled now he looks deep into the hellish red eyes of the werewolf, and only then does he understand. He sees nothing there, only the unquenchable fire remains and the dark beast that lies within. Sets’ pleading is suddenly cut off as his neck is nearly severed now and he chokes on his own dark vitae. His body convulses violently now, the werewolf pays no heed however and now begins to dismember the dark god with his awesome strength. He roars out a blood soaked cry then looks down at the gory remains of set, now forever silenced.

All sound seemingly is drowned out by steels bestial roar, then the manor is enveloped in silence, save for the low rumblings of thunder. A slow steady rain begins to fall now, the fires that are all over the manor hiss angrily. Steel turns and looks apaun the faces of what now remains of the house of grim. All are silent now, they mourn of those who gave their lives on this day of damnation and to the one who sacrificed his soul to avenge his love. Luna, goth, bloody, and the others remember steels rites he used to do outside to the norse gods, and how a storm always blew in, he used to get soaked to the bone as he felt the power of the storm and enjoyed every moment of it. Perhaps it was fate that their last image of him tonight will be of him looking at them, with a storm blowing in over them.

The lightning begins to flash overhead and the werewolf bares his fangs at them and growls loudly. A tense moment in time as no one knows what steel is going to do. Then suddenly he leaps out a shattered window and vanishes into the darkness. Goth summons up whats left of his reserves and leaves lunas side, using the shotgun as a cane to support himself. Quickly he limps to the window and cries out into the rain and thunder above. “STEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!!!” The fires that once raged all over soon are unable to keep themselves dry quickly become extinguished by the downpour. The rain falls harder as a bolt of lightning strikes nearby, the thunder explodes throughout the manor, sending all to seek cover. Goth remains unmoved, as he desperately tries to see his lost friend and he cries out again. Soon he feels a thin white hand on his shoulder and luna’s voice in his ear. “He’s gone Vincent, theres nothing you, I or any of us can do for him.” Goth feels a deep numbing pain inside him, he wants to try and follow him, try and reach him and bring him back. He lowers his head, turning around and into luna’s embrace.

The storm rages in its full fury now outside, as the wind howls along with the rolling thunder and sharp cracks of lightning. The rest of HG gather themselves and help the wounded and dying throughout the stormy night. Every now and then a faint low mournful howl pierces the storm, bringing a few to tears as they know that steel is perhaps forever gone, embraced into his darkest night.