Sven woke to the shrieks.
Shrieks he knew.
Shrieks of his loved ones. He struggled to open his eyes, as a particular shrill yelling got louder and clearer.
He blinked away the daze, an overbearing throb at the back of his head as his eyes finally opened to a scene that almost made him want to puke. His wife was in front of him, his loved one, his soul-mate, the one he could not live without and she was in the hands of Lord Galagas.
His mouth on hers his body thrusting in a grotesque manner and his eyes filled with lust. Her eyes begged for mercy and her mouth struggled with sobs of desperation but her body lay limp.
Sven wanted to roar in anguish, but he couldn’t for he had no tongue nor any jaw to move. His body was broken in a mess of entrails and broken limbs that lay soaked in blood. It was a miracle he was alive, or so he thought.
His eyes finally caught the glint of cold steel plate armor and the looming robes of magic surrounding him and the filthy pig of a lord.
Lord Galagas abruptly stopped his lecherous action, “ So you’ve finally awoken?” he sneered not even looking back but instead quietly fondling Sven’s now doll like wife as tears poured down her cheeks.
“I was worried the mages might not have been able to wake you again with wounds like yours, but they assured me that your tenacity would have kept you alive, I guess they were right.”
He finally turned and smiled a cruel soul-less smile, his face partially smeared in blood. “I told you before Sven, you should have given up all your land when I made the fair offer, now look what you’ve made me do to your lovely family”
The lord grinned maniacally before Sven was grabbed by the hair by a guard and pulled so that he may see what had
occurred.
His eyes widened.
His heart lurched.
His head pounded.
His entire being screamed.
He died.
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“Well now, now, now what have we here?”
A voice so cold and dark that it caused even the darkest and coldest of winter nights to look pathetic forcefully entered Sven’s mind.
Sven shivered from the voice and the omnipotent oppression it gave off and instantly knew exactly who this was for he was now an ethereal presence in the void and there was only one master here.
Baraduk. The god of Death and Sin.
“Little soul do you wish for redemption? Your soul reeks of vengeance and even caused me to stir from my slumber, I’m deeply curious to see the outcome of resurrecting such a vindictive soul.”
A sound like metal grating against each other emanated from the voice that caused Sven to cringe before he realized it was the Death god’s laugh.
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“I will give you a chance to live again in order to sate such a deliciously cold soul” Sven felt chills run down his non-existent spine but endured, burning to have even the smallest of chances to avenge his family.
“You will come back to life Sven of Uruthen, but you will be not in your body nor a new one you will start with who I pick.” The death god continued hearing no complaint.
“However, it comes at a price, you will not only be branded by my mark you shall have three added brands that will take parts of your own will away from you, that is if you wish to accept the deal?”
Sven made no remark and steeled himself for whatever may come his way. Determined to obtain his vengeance no matter the cost.
Taking it as his answer the death god snorted “Is it man’s ignorance that pushes you or your own desires that let you drive on so recklessly? Whatever the case I think it will be most enjoyable for me to watch regardless of your blind acceptance.”
“Now, you will be branded with three of the seven deadly sins as a price for resurrection.”
(TL note: I looked up all of the actual symbols of the sins even if they are lame im stickin with em !)
“Also, you will be branded with the sins of not of yourself but of the one you seek vengeance against!”
Before Sven could react at his statement, the death god cut him off curtly continuing with almost a faint hint of a smirk.
“You will have the brand of the Horse for Pride, for your lord has always seen all else unfit for himself.”
“You will have the brand of the Frog for Greed, for your lord has taken not just your land but the land and assets of many
others.”
“Finally, you will have the brand of the Cow for Lust, for your lord was quite the lecherous man as you have also known.”
Sven suddenly screamed in his ethereal state, louder than he had ever before as he felt four blazing hot brands pierce his
soul embedding into the very essence as his resurrection began to occur.
His scream stopped. However, Sven realized that he was still screaming in his mind yet, not even a whimper of sound was projected.
“Oh and little soul? As a parting gift I have decided to make you mute to commemorate your absolute insolence and ignorance for being silent in front of a god even when they are speaking to you.” The death god disdainfully spit out the words before he quietly returned to his slumber.
As the pain increased Sven could only seethe and boil his mind on the brink of insanity, ready to erupt at the very next person he saw.
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