Passionate hearts reaching beyond the surface, souls desiring for the endless sky. A demon stepping on a domain far above his own, his proud self in those days. Giving up much, choosing a more simple existence with another.
A halfbreed coming from them, one with infinite possibilities. Her birth underneath the blood moon, the young woman despising it. An abomination of an existence, her rejection by countless. The individual's soft heart, growing up in a lawless realm.
Her silence for a long time, eventually not complying. Breaking her shackles, shakily spreading her wings. Unable to ascend, the maiden racing in a lonely abyss. Her hand towards the faintest light, clashing against the reason of others, displaying her presence.
Her eternally screaming spirit, embracing corruption. Shuffling her heart, her many outcomes. Trampling on others, refusing her fate, despising the word. Proceeding as herself, selfishly pushing onward, wrapping in imperfections.
One bringing a miracle, her ill feelings. Her deep loneliness, everything slipping out of her hands, these forever branding sentiments. Far above the clouds, platforms connecting through chains. An old gate standing tall, ancient symbols burning on it, secrets within it.
Passing it, the realm of the heavens revealing. A continuously progressing civilization, their many buildings. Inhabitants moving this day, concern in some of them. That palace far ahead, a labyrinth below. Statues of deities, intersecting paths.
Within the throne room, Odin sitting on his seat. Unease from him, Fenrir's release to his knowledge. A war steadily shifting towards a loss, not wishing to fail.
Echoing screams in his mind, visualizing ruin. The chance for the maiden's awakening, a risk on both ends. A way to change the tides, his willingness to grab hold of a brighter tomorrow.
"Lord Odin, unfortunately, Fenrir is making his way to Helheim." Ares positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
An ally losing a hand in the past, their efforts sealing away the beast. This moment on them, shackles no longer binding the hound. One hastily moving, his sight on those in the heavens. Hatred driving the wolf, an unsettling situation on the gods, the walls closing in on them.
Freya thinking on the problem, the maiden within the vicinity. Her weak state, little time on her hands, requiring her to meet with Valor. The All-Father glancing to the goddess, something not right catching his attention.
"Whatever is the bother? Something of greater importance?" Odin's hand on his chin.
Facing him, their meeting visions. Needing time, placing her hope within the maiden. Her display from old, someone escaping a purge, death not ending her. An individual returning, opposing grand entities. Her selfish path, yet her soft heart.
Choosing to proceed as herself, challenging the weapon of the gods. Racing in darkness, her sounding soul. A person bringing forward a miracle, her companion diving after her. Defeat coming to him, their dreadful separation. This war on their shoulders, the All-father leading their path.
"It is Valor I have concern with, he should also be within the vicinity. At his current standing, Fenrir will make short work of him. Like it or not, we still need him." Freya folding her arms.
A shaky individual, a deity searching for a solution. His companion inside of a seal, his deep frustration for years. Unable to withstand the weight of her despair, his failure to reach her.
Desiring to bring her home, refusing to leave her in that prison. Two souls strengthening in the presence of the other, a god becoming weaker over time. An enormous threat with one another, the once supreme deity trying to follow her wish, seeking an end to his misery.
The All-Father thinking for a bit, agreeing on his essential participation. Their low numbers, a pressing situation on them. The door opening ahead, eyes in the direction. Chronos entering, his serious gaze. Shortly standing before Odin, the god of time glancing to Freya, his suspicious vision.
Stolen story; please report.
"Speak Chronos." Odin urging.
Shifting his view ahead, some relief coming over the goddess. Needing to conceal herself, requiring the devil's success. A war on the losing end, deities committing atrocities. Steadily proceeding, their home at risk. Enemies coming far, their strengthening forces.
Hope with one in blackness, an entity wandering in its depths. Someone selfishly pursuing her path, her guiding hand to another. A demon bringing a miracle in a desperate moment, Freya bearing witness to this before. Her vision on the All-Father, shortly turning it to the god of time.
"It is Cyra, she defected, and took her squad in the direction to Valor in Helheim." Chronos folding his arms.
A quick discovery, this unsettling the goddess, desiring for the maiden to reach their destination. An alarming situation to the rest, not expecting this action. Two old friends, their frightening capabilities together.
One guiding others, seeking after her blissful days. Memories not with her, the devil continuously resisting. A key escaping, someone diving into a war seeking after her companion. Little time with her, those above catching onto her.
"Hold on, how did she defect? And what made her go there?" Artemis suspiciously positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Their tight grip, setting out a plan towards their goal, manipulating others below. One able to resist, a continuous threat to the heavens. A heart refusing to bind, her wings yearning to soar. Someone sinking to the depths, blackness at her depths.
Her deep rage, yet her soft heart. These conflicting qualities, both leading her onward. A weapon in their hands, losing her in an instant. Ares eyes towards Freya, observing their behavior. Unease inside the goddess, this individual hoping to reunite two.
"Freya, might you know anything of this?" Ares slightly glaring.
Remaining on the outside, witnessing the deterioration of a valuable friend. A god trying to free his companion everyday, steadily breaking over time. His slowly fading hope, wishing to believe in the nigh impossible. A goddess understanding, that warmth reaching her.
Their home in a terrible state, one able to reverse the course. Another linking to their capabilities, two binding together in a bond. Odin turning his attention to Freya, awaiting her response. Her unrest within, carefully playing her cards.
"I cannot say for certain. Though, the body may forget, but the soul never does. She is probably reacting on instinct, those two have always protected each other." Folding her arms.
A never dying fire, two defending one another. A devil trying to spread her wings, wishing for the endless sky. Trouble on multiple ends, the young woman choosing demise over imprisonment.
A person constantly opposing, refusing her terrible hand. The All-father trusting the goddess' words, hearts leading two back to the other. Those deities thinking for a bit, a long history connecting both. Memories not with the demon, yet her will still remaining.
"Chronos, find her, and bring her back. She must not reunite with Valor." Odin's urgent voice.
Needing to separate the two, a problem with them together. A god once supreme, someone originally residing above innumerable. His encounter with a devil from the land, his falter beginning with their meeting.
Their powerful potential with one another, defending each other, an almost impenetrable wall. The deity of time complying with the order, formally bowing to the All-father.
"I will not be long Lord Odin." His confident tone.
A currently grim situation, those discovering the maiden's escape. One pursuing the entity from the land, Freya's growing unease. Needing two to reunite, everything riding on these last moments. One able to provide miracles, the other's efforts dictating by the first.
Waves of darkness and purity, two forces flowing around one another. Their ill hands, continuously separating, both having a simple wish. The powerful desires of a devil, her resisting heart.
Far below, the chilling battlefield. Rain pouring down, the young woman's deep anguish. Echoing souls, the thick mist everywhere. The demon gazing into the red fog, the stench of blood to her. An immense pressure crushing down on her, her hasty heart.
Crimson eyes glaring at her, her trembling body. That being standing still, their vision above, loudly howling. The once supreme deity hearing it from afar, his attention in the direction.
Unease inside of him, his increasing unrest. Fenrir advancing, someone unable to tackle this challenge in his condition, yet something urging him forward.
"There is another presence ahead...but who...? They feel familiar..." His distant vision.
This strange feeling, his quickly beating heart. A familiar force to him, his growing hope, those steadily rising emotions. Rain hitting against him, slowly stepping in the direction. That battlefield, the crimson mist flowing everywhere.
The increasing negativity, the young woman moving back a bit. The being ceasing their howling, their eyes shortly on her. The hound towering far above her, his vision on her own.
The clearing image, his brilliantly shining silver fur, those hateful eyes piercing into her. An intimidating enemy in her presence, two meeting in this war zone.
What is this thing...? The pressure this wolf emits...it is almost painful to even breathe. I highly doubt this thing will let me walk away...how am I suppose to combat such an enemy...? Even more so than this...why does my blood boil...?