Clouds had gathered.
First lightning seared the sky, splitting it in two. Ear shattering thunder roared shortly after. Ground cracked and bent to the power of storm, leaving a deep, smoking crater in its surface. Air was filled with stink of ozone.
In the smoking crater a sole figure stood.
There was something special about this newcomer. Not just the fact he just emerged from a lightning, neither his astounding size, his wondrous as a marble statue body nor this great hammer he held. This thing was hidden in the proud way he stood there, torn the ground apart, in the insightful way he analyzed his surroundings with freezing gaze, aware of his . There was something... majestic about him. Godlike, you may say.
Mysterious man started making his way up the crater.
He was clad in other-wordly armor shining in lightnings' pale aura and a red, noble cloak that waved behind him, as he walked towards the partyside. In his right hand he held a magnificent hammer, truly a weapon worthy of its wielder, with mystic rune carvings covering it. Surely a weapon of great power.
Stranger walked out of the crater.
His face was undisputably an example of handsomeness. It was a scarred face of a stern warrior, blend with majestic features of a king, and eyes of a sage that has seen much more than any mortal could ever see in their lifetime.
Lightning slashed through the sky once again.
The God of Thunder was ready to party.
***
House woke up with a gasp. He looked around with a blurried sight. Where was he? A good question. By overwhelming noise, flashing lights and a half-empty glass in his hand it was easy to deduct that he got himself into some sort of party. Head hurt him really badly. So did his leg. What did he take? An even better question. He was ready to bet it was only few vicodine pills... maybe followed by a morfine injection. About that he wasn't so sure.
House quickly checked his pockets' content. Satisfied by what he found, he took out his vicodine box and spilled few tablets on his hand. After a moment of reflection he rised his hand and ate little white pills.
"You feelin' alright, weirdo?"
House turned his head towards the direction from which voice was coming from. What he saw was quite surprising.
Next to him was sitting someone who probably could be described as a cyborg. Most characteristic feature was a metal mask on his face, with a cable connected to his chest. Cyborg-like creature wore a long, black coat, black shirt, trousers, gloves and shoes. A rather dark person.
Skin left on him was scarred and deformed, like after a fatal burn. As a complement to the whole image, he had two hookswords at his belt.
"What did you just take?" cyborg asked
"Nothing special. Something to ease my pain."
The cyborg looked at him, clearly suspicious.
"Gimme some."
House seemed to be surprised by cyborg's reaction.
"Wow. Not what I'd expect. Don't you care about me getting addicted to drugs? And how do you want to take'em? I don't see any mouth on you..."
If cyborg had a visible face, House would probably see expression of dismay he currently had on.
"Yeah... I keep forgettin' about that."
For a moment the were both waiting in uneasy silence.
"The name is Gregory. Gregory House."
"Kabal."
"You wanna drink something?"
If House could see Kabal's eyes, he would probably be frozen solid.
***
Levi was confused. Why would anybody want to arrange such a big meeting? For what purpose? He always felt anxious in large groups of people. That might be a reason he was so suspicious about whole meeting, but he felt something different.
"At least I have my swords" he thought to himself "there's nothing i couldn't handle when I have them with me." The only thing he could do right now was to wait. And where is the best place to wait in?
A bar, obviously.
But as he proceeded towards the bar, he saw a movement that didn't fit to the pattern. An orange person, running, breathless.
"If I have nothing better to do" Levi thought "I can check that."
He walked up to Orange.
"What made you run so fast you were left here soaked of strength?"
Orange stood up and started running away.
"Stop right there!" he yelled, pursuing Orange through the crowd.
