Mysteries streaming along an endless line, murals depicting a prophecy. A deity curiously researching it, his displeasure for his position.

An individual desiring to soar, reaching out his hand, eventually grasping his own direction. Moving along this way, making his venture above.

Passing the clouds, a rift shining an azure light. On the other side, a realm away from the rest. A massive gate standing tall, old symbols burning from it, a barrier preventing entry from others. Passing this line, a flourishing city existing within it.

The home of the angels, and realm of the gods. These massive walls, inhabitants concerning with a threat. Towards the back, a palace proudly there, extending to the sky. A garden around it, stretching throughout its labyrinth.

Statues of deities on each end, a place detailing in their glory. From inside the throne room, the All-Father sitting on his seat, waiting for the arrival of one. Figures of gods at every corner, the fine displaying decors. Old paintings on the walls, ancient texts along its length.

"Lord Odin, are you certain of this?" Freya flying up to his side.

Many different worlds, those living underneath his gaze. A coming problem, these constantly repeating troubles. Odin glancing to the goddess, someone worrying about his decision. Having to rely on another, the Twilight of the Gods upon them.

This great war, his determination to press forward. Crying voices, their echoing sorrows. An entity acting in his own reason, words branding within him. Old murals reflecting to his mind, a person wanting to bring a better future to his home, reaching for his desire.

"As it stands now, we need someone that can shift the tides of this war. As much as I dislike this, we do not have another option." His calm voice.

Those resisting the All-Father, pushing against his methods. A losing conflict, the currently grim situation. A way to turn the favor, his mind on the individual. Visualizing his way forward, refusing to stop.

His difficult decisions as a leader, choosing to seize on his opportunities. A god maintaining his standing, crushing countless below him. Ares yawning, propping his arms behind his head. The deity thinking on the choice, their careful progression.

"You worry too much lord Odin." Ares' attention slightly away.

"That I suppose is true." His attention on the god of war.

Dangling on the edge, a heart seeking after what is inside. A shaky time on them, uncertainty from some. The All-Father's path, running after his goal. An individual betting on another, noting their capabilities.

Someone born from pure energy, a kind hand guiding them. Eventually contacting this deity, acting on a moment. Artemis' hand to her chin, her concern with the strange god. An entity able to rage war against them, this risky gamble.

"And what if this all goes south?" Artemis' worrying voice.

Floating along an endless line, this unfavorable situation in a great war. One able to bring salvation, a person purely shining. The All-Father directing his path, believing in his methods.

Desiring to protect his home, someone taking action. His worrying decision, everyone up against the wall. Those having little knowledge on a mysterious god, considering the different angles.

"Nothing to concern yourself. The Tower of Time, Temple of Nirva, and Tower of Eternity are in place. If he tries anything, I can have him done away with." Odin assuring her.

These three important points containing an entity, a method to deal with the greatest problems. The All-Father residing above countless, earning his title over his years. Governing those below, enforcing his influence.

Souls defying him at times, a person having ways to deal with the issues. The sighing god of time, some relief to him. A slowly worsening situation, their belief in their leader, this little hope with them.

"Well then, we just have to wait until he gets here." Chronos glancing back.

The Twilight of the Gods, an enormous war leading to ruin. Their uncertainty on the outcome, betting it on a strange individual. The shortly sounding door, their eyes to the direction.

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Valor on the other end, his calm gaze ahead. That All-Father urging him in, the deity carefully proceeding. His icy vision to Freya, yet warmth carrying within them.

Unease from the other gods, watching him standing before their leader. Glancing to Freya, noting something weird. Valor soon returning his attention onward, heeding Eres' words.

"Welcome, Valor." Odin's calm tone.

Leaving behind his warm world, keeping the guidance from a woman firm to his heart. An individual taking him in, allowing him to find things to his pleasure.

Choosing to lighten her burden, two spending time with one another. A close bond between them, one unable to stay any longer. A god desiring to spread his wings, yearning to soar the vast distance.

Remembering her warning, keeping cautious of the All-Father. The deity observing the rest, seeing them a distance from him. Folding his arms, shortly looking forward.

"Odin, you request my services, correct?" his light expression.

"Ah yes, as you know, Ragnarök is at hand. Given how you have managed to unify Vanaheim even more, I feel like your abilities will be of great use to bring order back to us." Odin's hand on the side of his chair.

Learning about his efforts, his great feats spreading far. A friendly individual to many, one guiding him along his road. Someone noticing her troubles, extending a hand to her as well.

Eventually rising to the throne, passing the time on the seat. His interest in the murals, trying to unravel its mysteries. The blood moon to his mind, connecting some pieces.

His desire to soar far, one day finding himself before the All-Father. His vision a bit below, thinking on the request. His displeasure for the war, yet this opportunity in his hands.

"Very well...but I do have one request of my own." His eyes to Odin.

"And that is?" the All-Father looking a bit seriously at him.

Pleasantly learning over his years, his gratefulness to Eres. A god defending her, aiding her in her struggles. Unable to remain any longer, needing to spread his wings.

That deity taking to the sky, soaring far above. A person stepping into the domain of the gods, his mind on his goal. Wanting to know more, his quickly beating chest.

The surrounding deities visions on him, unease from them. An entity holding cards in his hands, requiring something for his assistance.

"There has been a prophecy that I have been trying to figure out for the past hundred years or so. I assume you will know of the woman who devours, and a man who follows. Call it intellectual curiosity." His hand on his waist.

A strange individual with a simple request, someone pursuing his desire. The blood moon to his mind, a linking legend. Wishing to unravel the secrets from the past, acting on his moment.

Freya's eyes on the deity, her hand to her chest. Confusingly tilting her head, soon sighing in relief. A person with tremendous capabilities, yet choosing a small reward.

"Ah yes, I know of such. Though, I do not have all of the answers." The All-Father's hand to his chin.

Talents hiding in the shadows, those seeking them out. One with a simple request, his desire to learn more about the past. This strange young man, the gods not minding it. A choice leading to a benefit, Valor eagerly stepping forward. A person wishing to connect the pieces from the past, someone venturing far to quell his curiosity.

"What can you tell me?" interest in his tone.

Endlessly flowing along a stream, a deity finding himself at a grand tree. It's great influence, sending him to a distant world. Taking form in a battlefield, gaining his awareness in its madness. Those accepting him, their warm hearts.

Proceeding down his direction, eventually coming into the heavens, seeking knowledge from old. The All-Father positioning his arms in a thinking posture, his mind on the troubling depiction.

"What those pictures and texts depicts, is a woman devouring others with the shadowy arm of a dragon. Someone consuming in malice, falling into the pit of despair. An individual that is the embodiment of the seven sins, bringing ruin in their sorrow." Unease from Odin.

One embracing her imperfections, selfishly running down her path. An abomination on the worlds, a young woman becoming corruption itself. Carrying her sins, refusing to relent. Malice swirling around her, spilling out of her body.

A person chasing after her, never able to reach her. Mysteries in the realms, small details from the past. Meaning in its existence, a prophecy by one. Valor listening to the god, seeing more to the tale.

"A halfbreed, a person with the blood of a deity and devil. An abomination born underneath the blood moon, forever cursed. Driven on her selfish desires, embracing her imperfections. Those standing before her are destined to be eternally lower. The last thing I know is that she will continue to dive deeper into despair, until she achieves what she most wants. After that, I cannot say for certain." Odin looking above.

An entity born underneath the crimson light, this existence from two from different worlds. An object never leaving, eternally cursing those within its path. A person diving into darkness, bringing ruin in the wake of her despair.

Thinking on the All-Father's words, this useful information. Slightly glancing to the surrounding gods, witnessing their silence. His gaze soon returning to Odin, feeling their unrest.

"I will cooperate, and assist in ending this war. However, I do feel that there might be more information I can gather, so I will be making my stay here if that is not a problem." Valor folding his arms.

A god seeking more knowledge, his desire to unravel more from the past. His desire to seek out the prophecy, yearning to unveil its secrets. A halfbreed carrying the blood of two, some missing pieces to the puzzle.

His wish to grasp more, choosing to cooperate with these individuals. The All-Father agreeing to his small request, that deity keeping his eye on the war. An old tale unsettling him, his great efforts to hold onto what is within.

As such, I assisted with the war as I agreed. Asgard became my new home while I indulged in my own studies. However, a fateful day approached, a meeting that forever changed my life. Do I regret it? Of course not. After all, I will eternally cherish my bond with her...