An unlikely meeting between two long ago, both from different realms. Joy for a bit, sorrow eventually setting in. One once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Holding in these feelings, needing to do so. Unable to endure any longer, reaching for the endless sky.
Racing in a lonely abyss, not trusting others. Yearning for her older days, an entity ascending to grand heights. Refusing to play along in a terrible game, wishing for her family to be together. Driving the worlds to ruin, her feverish heart.
A halfbreed associating herself as a devil, carrying the hopes and dreams of others, clashing against countless desires. A person standing in opposition to a foe rising to the level of a god, her choice in the end. Giving a future to innumerable, this individual not able to experience it herself. Parting with her wishes, her deep frustrations.
Time going by, deities learning little. Earlier this day, Freya floating at Odin's side, her presence in the throne room. The open windows, reflections of the gods throughout, a carpet stretching to the seat of the All-Father. A goddess choosing her way, her willingness to turn against them.
Her vision slightly to the leader, wondering on his distance. Witnessing the selfishness between Cyra and Odin, knowing the clear differences. Shifting her attention onward, those deities conversing with each other.
"Lord Odin, I must take my leave for some time." Freya glancing to him.
Those once working together, learning from the encounter. A bond between two, their strong connection over the years. Never letting go, cherishing each other. Unable to understand this, those faithful companions.
A great crisis on them, pulling one from her eternal dream. Memories no longer within her, their cruel actions. Refusing to dance within this wind, steadying her role. Words catching the All-Father's attention, his vision on the goddess.
"Why the haste Freya?" interest from him, gesturing his hand to her.
A dreadful parting between old friends, witnessing the demon's resolve. Her warm heart, someone giving hope onto others. Shouldering everyone's weight, choosing to part with her desires. A goddess patiently awaiting her opportunity, remaining in place for years.
A deity once supreme, this person influencing her returning will. That individual falling into despair, searching for his own conclusion. His great grief, constantly defending his companion's resolve. Turning to the deity, her lightening expression. Wanting to right a massive wrong, that friend of hers.
"Something important turned up, it is about the recruits credibilities. I have been thinking deeply on this, it will only take me a few hours to have this sorted." Her calm expression.
These possibilities before them, that will from one. Someone embracing her selfishness and imperfections, seeking what is within. Her solution to stop a grand threat, her great frustrations. Those stepping on her efforts, an old friend continuously loyal to her.
That All-father gazing at the goddess for a moment, thinking on her words. Closing his vision for a bit, Freya pacing herself. Shortly opening his eyes, his attention on the gods ahead.
"Very well, but do try to not overwork yourself." His gentle voice.
"Of course." Bowing to him.
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Experiences over her years, cluelessly wandering. The efforts from one, her gratefulness to that person. Regretting a certain day, a friend heading below. Meeting a devil, his falter steadily coming. Someone not minding, cherishing his bond with the demon.
One able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, her abilities shocking those above. Performing miracles, an entity giving them another. Freya shortly flying onward, the deities glancing in her direction.
"Always at work, she needs to learn to take a break now and then." Ares shrugging.
Staying quiet, keeping her secrets. Serving under a deity, learning much. Disagreeing on his direction, one going far. Destroying a family, his drive towards his desire. Once respecting him, no longer doing so. Chronos suspicious eyes in the direction, his hand to his chin.
Having a difficult time assessing the situation, tapping his foot against the ground. Artemis paying it no mind, that goddess continuously occupying herself. From below, passing through an icy realm, over the streaming freezing rivers.
Moving along its terrible state, branches falling. Those in Helheim, these many wandering souls, a world of torment. An endless hell, numerous scattering goods. The forest decaying by the moment, black flames surrounding the structure. The thick malice, that Dark Lord pressing onward.
His vision in mind, his countless followers. Breaking trees, the lingering stench of death. An entity closing in on his victory, requiring a mighty beast. Wrath before him, an Accursed layering in bony armor. Its sharp edges, reflecting his victims. Those lifeless red eyes, his eagerness to move forward.
"I assume you have an even better plan, Lord Hades?" Wrath folding his arms.
His guiding selfishness, proceeding in his own direction. Influencing numerous, those despising the All-Father. Their aligning goals, moving these pieces into place. Commanding malevolence, strategically homing in.
None able to quell him, everything shaping to his view. Gazing below, a quick individual. Enemies still on the board, resistances in place. Needing to crush them, the Lord of Darkness not letting up, constantly pushing onward.
"Yes, years ago. Fenrir, the mighty beast was chained to a boulder. If my suspicions are correct, this hound can be found deep in the Ginnungagap." Hades smashing his tail against the ground.
A place of origin, a void filling with heaviness. Realms springing from it, its icy state. A grand beast within it, an enemy to the gods above. The Dark Lord steadying his actions, his careful path. Building his way, pushing the deities against the wall.
Visualizing each step, his victory around the corner. This Accursed aware of his mission, positioning his arms in a thinking posture. Assessing the situation, shortly turning from his lord. Gauging the best way to go forward, his dangerous target.
"I will not be long then." Glancing behind.
"Take caution Wrath, Fenrir is an extremely powerful wolf. Though, the animosity he holds is great towards Odin. There is a high possibility we can make use of him." Hades warning him.
The hound's deep hatred, a deity sealing him away. A line to join in arms, that useful piece on the board. Heeding his lord's words, a concerning opponent. An immortal Accursed, not letting down his guard.
This great war, each proceeding in their direction. A conclusion at the end of it, those wanting it for themselves. In the realm far above, passing the chains connecting the many floating lands. That training camp, Freya floating above it.
Her distant gaze, knowing the person within it. This goddess' loyalty to Valor, her grim expression. Someone no longer carrying his title, one able to bring back his spark. Betting on their chance, their close bond over the many years.
Hoping they will find their way back to each other, her hasty heart. A deity cherishing his companion, Freya understanding this, having a debt to repay. Envying the devil, her eyes slightly to her side. Choosing to go against the gods, not remaining silent any longer.
Those many years ago, you gave up your desires to allow us all this future. I learned a lot that day, even though you are an abomination. While this is a risk, there is something I can do for you. Make use of this situation, Bringer of Demise...
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