Sentiments flowing along an endless line, someone once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Living in shackles, binding to the land. Eventually breaking free from her torment, reaching for the nigh impossible.

Almost achieving her goal, everything slipping away. These frustrating emotions, a demon performing a miracle, choosing to seal herself away with a beast.

Those remaining feelings, her hazy memories. Fragments within her, her hasty heart. An individual yearning for her happiest days, once filling with love for the worlds.

Exploring its mysteries at one point, learning much in her younger days. A void originally with nothing, worlds forming from it, filling it with heaviness.

Pouring down rain, coating the lands in ice. The Ginnungagap, a place bringing light. Far beneath the realms, within the darkest regions. Large boulders in the area, old symbols igniting on one.

Wrath floating before it, malice emitting from the structure. Chains binding it, its great darkness. Fenrir's desire, a beast yearning to tear apart Odin, a betrayal still to their mind.

"Hmm...you must feel much hatred huh." The Accursed folding his arms.

Never dying fury, containing it at their depths. A devourer of worlds, this beast awaiting their release. Their grand power, yearning for freedom.

A massive war, those serving under the Dark Lord. An entity born underneath the crimson moon, an object not acknowledging him. His uncertainty on the reason, seeking after completion.

The slightly settling malice, focusing on the Accursed ahead. A presence before the beast, numerous years since the last. Suspecting the person, an unusual timing.

Identify yourself.

Feverish desires, carrying it inside. Conflict from the past, a being once trusting in another. A foolish action, betrayal coming to them. Binding in chains, sealing away within a stone. Their lingering rage, wanting to rip apart an individual.

Patiently waiting, their loneliness for a long time. One coming before them, his purpose before the proud wolf. A fierce hound, this valuable trait. An entity holding ill sentiments for a deity above, this opportunity to the Accursed.

"Fenrir, devourer of worlds. I have an offer that is most to your liking." Wrath expanding his arms.

Once trusting another, their crumbling world. Binding in a horrible place, unable to freely roam. An offer coming to their attention, suspecting it.

Desiring for their freedom, carefully looking at the one before them. An entity wronging them, stripping away the vast lands. Growing in size, faithfully serving the All-Father.

Their pointless efforts, a game challenging their strength. Catching onto it, taking Tyr's hand. Those sealing away the wolf, their bondage for years, their flowing feelings.

Offer you say? Go on.

Their lingering sentiments, once racing underneath the bright sun. Running beyond the distance, a proud hound now shackling in chains.

Their boiling anger, wishing to kill a certain deity. Yearning for what is inside, their deep frustrations. Wrath floating back a bit, readying himself, that voice ringing in his head.

A request from Hades, this dangerous individual. Moving pieces onto the board, these slowly aligning points. Closing in on bringing down the heavens, selfishly pushing onward.

"What if I say, you can have your vengeance on Odin?" Wrath's hands behind his back.

Carrying his hatred for years, containing his ill emotions. Wanting to spill it free, that responsible god. One residing far above, sitting on his throne.

A man betraying the hound, binding them to a boulder, casting the wolf into the deepest darkness. Their never leaving pain, an infuriating name.

Confining them to a prison, awaiting Ragnärok. That time on them, the mighty beast's awareness on the conflict. His feverishly burning fury, those sharing a line of interest.

Odin...he is the one I want to tear apart the most...

Once sitting within freedom, gazing at the many stars. Memories constantly with the hound, a great being lying under the moonlight. Running errands in the realm below, their nice life. One taking it away, branding them an enemy.

Their boiling anger, suffering over the years. This moment on them, those words from the Accursed. Neither wishing for Odin to live, a common goal between them.

"Good, serve under the Dark Lord Hades, and you will not only be freed from your confinement, but Odin as well will fall." Wrath pleasantly offering.

Binding in this place, their torment for years. These feverish feelings, their building rage. Foolishly trusting a deity, the All-Father revealing his true face.

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Containing those sentiments for a long time, counting the passing days. Holding onto their resolve, this devourer of worlds. Their eager fangs, one in mind. Seeking the daylight, needing to break free.

Very well, I can agree to that truce. Afterwards, I go my own way.

"Of course, that much we can grant." The Accursed calmly agreeing.

Aligning resolves, those aiming for a similar ground. Uniting sentiments, proceeding with their own reason. Their great animosity towards a grand one, this common position between them. A war nearing its conclusion, the fiend extending his hand, blackness surrounding him.

This energy flowing out of him, circling the structure. Divine pentagrams forming, resisting the influence. Forcing onward, the expanding malice, striking the seal.

Pieces along an endless plane, a beast yearning for the endless sky. Wanting to run free, an opportunity to them, acting on this instance. That negativity contaminating the seal, steadily cracking it.

Shackles coming undone, Fenrir feeling it. The shattering pentagrams, darkness shooting high. Malevolence shortly descending, crashing down in front of the Accursed. Footsteps soon sounding, the fiend's vision ahead.

The mighty wolf before him, his shining silver fur. Those blood red eyes, revealing his fangs, scraping his claw against the land. Raising his head, loudly howling. Wrath bowing to him, another goal at completion.

Enduring cruelty for years, awaiting his freedom. Finally breaking free from his prison, his aim at one in the heavens. A deity betraying him, his great fury.

The hound's feverish heart, his clear path. From high above the clouds, passing along its vastness. A realm revealing, many platforms chaining together.

An old gate standing tall, old symbols on it. A civilization within, numerous uncertain lives. High buildings, intersecting streets, some gazing at the palace.

Through the massive labyrinth, inside the building. Odin sitting on his throne, his grim expression. Gods noticing his problem, wondering on it.

"Whatever might be the trouble lord Odin?" Freya turning to him.

A seal no longer on a hound, a beast free from his shackles. A grand war on them, those from above steadily moving to failure. A powerful enemy on the field, their force not enough.

The struggling All-Father, his home in danger. Tapping the handle at his side, unease from him. His fading color, shortly glancing to the goddess. This terrible circumstance, a grim situation on them.

"Fenrir...he's free." Odin biting his lower lip.

Casualties from the past, countless lives no more. A god doing everything towards Asgard's glory, his many deplorable actions. Steadily falling, his enemies pushing further.

One from the past returning, deep hatred in the hound. A devourer of worlds, these persisting horrors. Information surprising the deities, their uncertainty on dealing with the problem.

Barely sealing away the wolf in the old times, Tyr losing his hand, that person no longer with them. Their decreasing resistance, Hades continuously growing stronger, a war on the losing end.

"Then...what do we do...?" Ares positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

Similarly connecting sentiments, a concerning development. Their great foe, that mighty beast. Growing over the years, displaying his potential.

Ripping away at life, devouring old realms. An entity serving those above, once trusting them. His betrayal by a guiding hand, deities stripping away his freedom.

The grim god of fire, someone unsure on the direction. Many fighting the war, their low defense. This terrible timing, an enormous weight on all of them.

"Perhaps Valor might be able to quell him." Artemis folding her arms.

A deity once supreme, this individual falling into despair. His failure years prior, a person unable to save his companion. Two meeting long ago, those from different worlds.

One from the heavens, another from the land. Uniting underneath a tree, a place of meaning to them both. Their deep bond, forever cherishing it.

A god never letting go, carrying his burden. Following through on her request, steadily dwindling over the passing time. Freya slowly shaking her head in refusal, the deities attention on her.

"Valor...his heart is in bondage. It has been so for five hundred years, he does not possess the capacity to combat Fenrir in his current state." That goddess gripping her upper arm, looking away a bit.

A powerful duo together, their vulnerability apart. Enemies identifying this, those proceeding companions. Continuing with each other, tightly holding on.

Actuality stepping in, their hearts yearning to venture with one another. A terrible night coming, inactions by a god, two walking away from the other.

Eternally existing wounds, feelings within a lock. The maiden pursuing what is inside, seeking after her happiest days. Both sharing this desire, numerous more residing in the devil.

An action by the goddess, someone hoping for the two to reunite. Taking a massive risk, a way to turn the war in their favor.

"For now..we tread carefully. With Fenrir on the loose, this war is almost lost." Odin's grim tone.

"Unless...Cyra combats the wolf." Chronos suggesting, his hand to his chin.

Two connecting hearts, companions continuously parting. A repetitive cycle, their great sorrow. A devil enduring anguish, persevering through her terrible hand.

Her igniting sentiments, her massive feelings. Displaying her emotions, bringing down a grand entity. Her price in the end, a deity diving after her, risking everything for her.

Failing to bring her home, an experience haunting him. The All-Father's attention on Chronos, Freya's uncertainty. Keeping herself together, witnessing their plan.

"Then, when she returns from her deployment, we will send her to battle Fenrir." Gesturing his hand onward.

Reaching into an endless void, pulling her from it. Sealing her memories, using her as a weapon. A war on the verge of losing, needing an edge. Relying on one from old, her infinite potential.

His awareness on her chance to break free, putting in contingencies. One stepping outside of their game, giving information to the young woman. Fenrir on the loose, her path to the beast. Freya's concern, her hasty heart.

Requiring the maiden to meet up with her old friend, a demon able to bring back order to the heavens, everything riding on her success.

The freezing land below, many wandering souls. A decaying place, this horrible realm. The chilling night, the cold striking the bone.

Withstanding its cruelty, the realm of Helheim. Unease from Cyra, the heavy air, its stifling pressure. Gazing at her companions, those resting at ease.

Her cautious state, shifting her eyes to the moon. An object faintly glowing red, the shortly fading occurrence. Mysteries from the past, her heart seeking it out.

An orb once crimson, her lingering influence. Her acknowledgment not there, yet a curse slowly setting upon numerous.

I am not certain on the threat ahead, but its pressure, it is immense. If I come across this presence...will I be able to stand against it? For now, it is best I avoid it, until I find that person...

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