Ragnarok

"Uhhhhn yeah".

"Something like that" kelvin admitted truthfully, she could read his mind so he knew he'd be exposed if he lied.

He realized she was watching him, kelvin grabbed a soda from the fridge, cracked it open and continued to walk around.

On most of the walls were paintings revealing a variety of lewd s-x position, s----l poses and v-----s.

Some paintings featured succubus while others showcased massive all encompassing orgies,

Lust!!! it would seem, was the general theme.

One painting, however, was suspiciously out of place, it depicted a young blonde girl in a long blue dress looking over a cliff at a burning village.

"Do you like them?" Zafira asked. "I painted them myself." She said with a proud smile.

"You? You paint?" kelvin asked, visibly surprised.

"I do have hobbies, you know".

"I don't spend all of my time having s-x and consuming souls, it's just most of my time." she added

Turning his head towards the room, kelvin saw a small easel with a half finished painting that looked more abstract in its current form.

Various brushes and several jars of paint were neatly arranged around it.

Kelvin did notice a few things that seemed out of place for a 'normal' living space, one wall was devoid of paintings. Instead, it was hung with all manner of cuffs, clamps, straps and a few whips.

Something told kelvin those were not only for decoration, that they serve more purpose.

He also noticed a shelf on the headboard of the bed that held a dozen or so skulls, human skulls, to be precise.

They were all clean and pristine, without any blemishes.

"Trophies," Zafira said. "Some men I couldn't bring myself to part with completely."

"Former love interests?" kelvin sarcastically asked.

Zafira laughed, "Of course not! Some were celebrities, most were important historical figures."

Kelvin thought about asking who exactly these skulls belonged to, but then thought it would be better not to know.

Meanwhile, something caught kelvin's eyes toward the center of her dwelling.

Some kind of pyramid-like rack made from rods of solid gold, which stood as tall as kelvin's chest, each rod bore a glowing purple glyph similar to the ones that appeared when zafira opened the portal to her lair.

A peculiar sword lay atop the rack, the blade was curved like a snake slithering through grass and was made of some kind of crimson metal like frozen blood.

Blue eyes glowed from the small dragon skull on it hilt.

Kelvin walked toward the rack, curious of the sword and its strange holster.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Zafira warned,

"Unless you want your soul ripped from your body, accompanied by a pain you've never felt before"

"What is it?" kelvin asked visibly scared, evident from how he scurried away from the sword.

"That is Ragnarok: The Destroyer. Even beings deemed immortal or invincible cannot withstand Ragnarok's power. No one knows its origin or the purpose of its creation, all that is known is that it has a will of its own and it chooses who can wield it, and those unworthy are torn to shred."

Kelvin was shocked by the revelation of the sword nature, If what Zafira said is true, then what is she doing with such a powerful weapon?

Did the sword deem her worthy of wielding it? The it must be a creation of absolute evil.

She seemed to read his apprehension. "Don't worry; I don't have the strength to wield it anymore."

Kelvin gazed at Zafira. "You mean, you used to be more powerful than you are now?"

He was shocked, he already considered her powerful, and here she was saying she used to wield more power.

How powerful can she be?

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