Interlude
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This is purely a work of fiction. Not meant to offend or incite, but to entertain and (maybe) inspire.
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INTERLUDE
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There is a sound that puts terror in the hearts of brave men and malicious demons. It is a breath that makes the gods give pause. An inhale of rage, an exhalation of disaster. It is a premonition, a foreboding to destruction. All who have heard of it will tell you of its terror. Those who looked into the hypnotic green eyes will tell you of the chill that travels down their spine when they hear it.
It is a resonance with wrath, it is worse than a dragon's deep winding. When the sound starts, all hear it, those who don't are the dead – the victims.
The green, muscle bound orc-man lands on the battlefield. His gaze is piercing, the unnatural power his body wields is felt through every step it takes. Like a moon falling on the face of the savanna, focus is sent towards the destructive being's form.
Heimdal squints, the green light is an abyss that swallows all that is holy, that very green light cloaks the green half giant.
The battle horns blare. A roar louder than the claps of Thor's thunder moves the atmosphere. Odin watches with a smile on his face, he smiles for he knows not the outcome, he smiles for the subtle trepidation he feels – it has been a very long time since the god king has felt anything as such. He smiles for it is a challenge that he will eventually have to face, true Asgardians are beings of battle and guts, of war, valor and glory, Odin welcomes the fight. He knows a large portion of the rage is directed at him, he waits for the day it surfaces against him. For now, it is pointed against his enemies, Ragnarok is being altered, the visions of the fates are changing.
A storm brews ahead of The god of thunder, he hears the song of Mjolnir, the hammer is as greedy for battle. The thunder shakes in his core, it rages – waiting to be unleashed against the enemies of Asgard. Against the green thing on the ground, the one that radiates so much power!
He knows it stares at him, he has felt that gaze and within that gaze he feels a hunger, a hunger that can only be satiated through battle. He feels the rage – a part of it directed at him a larger portion directed at another. Mercy on whomever that may be.
The Queen of the Valkyries watches, interest potent in her eyes. She looks on at the walking calamity – the giant slayer, it stirs something deep within her – a great battle lust. All things are battles in one way or another – whether it be on the field, in the arena or in bed. She is roused. Her wings of pure magical might glow a deeper golden, her warriors fight with increased vigor.
In the realm below, the princess rubs her brows at the number of souls flooding her realm – it is an influx of the dead and even in death they are afraid, fearful of something primordial. Fearful of a deep sound. A raw and terrifying sound they cannot erase from their incorporeal souls. It is torment for them.
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Far away in the realm where the biting chill reigns supreme. The giant king is enraged, but it does not show on his face. As the ice around him, so is his expression – cold. He lets the anger simmer, a general is lost to him at the hands of the emerald dread beast. A general – A titled giant that can stand in battle against the gods is lost to the hands of a beast. He finds it hard to believe – there must be trickery involved. Most exaggerate their exploits, to strengthen their sagas, that might be the case here, he assumes.
He turns to his right hand man, the prince of lies and trickery, his planner. He knows there are a multitude of plans upon plans going through his head. A strategy will soon be birthed, one that will allow him to over turn the tide of war.
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The great demon laughs and jeers sitting atop its throne, fire as deep as blood rising from its bellows, black brimstone boiling beneath its hooves. Amongst the infernal dragons and the flame devils, the titan sharpens the blade of midnight. In the end, hell comes for all, fire will consume all things and the gods will fall.
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Ahh the smell of war on the horizon. I'm sorry for the wait, I know it took a while, but I had to make sure this was perfect. we're breaking into the great war arc now. To those who've read the Valhalla Story, you should notice by now that we've departed from its settings, we're getting into the realm of myths now with a bit of Marvel and Dc to add flavor to the soup.
I apologize for my extended absence, there are things in life we just cannot control, and sometimes one of those things creeps up on you, grabs a hold of your head and holds it underwater. Fight back, control your limited breath and kick till it lets go. You get to appreciate the fragrant air more.
So CORVID-19 is floating around parts of the world now. You should all be mindful of your surroundings and those you interact with, make sure to keep yourself safe, we will survive this and come out on top. Just like we did with the dinosaurs ;)
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