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After two hours of excruciating pain from the pull of using magic. I finally managed to recover. The good thing is that I now know where and what time I am.

That place is Europe, and by the time it seems to be before the newest originals have yet to be born. This means this is between and before Freya is kidnapped by Dahlia.

Which is theoretically good, I wouldn't be satisfied if that was the younger Mikael. If so, I could just kill him and keep the younger Esther.

She would be the one to do the immortality spell anyway. But, that was Mikael a little older if I dare say, the guy is over 40.

I have to become close to the Mikaelsen somehow, I already saved Mikael, but that's not enough. He will only take me as a subordinate at most if I decide to follow him

It's funny that I've always been against arranged marriages, but for the first time I think this is the only way I can get closer to the Mikaelson family

Be gifted by them marrying me to Freya if she hasn't already been kidnapped

"The good thing is that I can still follow the scent of my magic," I said to myself and prepared to jump from the tree and run towards Mikael's village

"Hmm, your magic smells pretty strong, even," an interesting male voice spoke from behind me. A shiver ran through my body and on pure instinct I leaned back and kicked in the direction of the voice

my foot hit something hard, but it didn't move, it was as if I had hit a reinforced wall.

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"That was a good kick" An old man wearing an eye patch curiously observed Ragnar's foot propped against his chest, "A normal human wouldn't kick that hard"

Ragnar was surprised to see who he kicked. For a second, he tried to deny reality. That man shouldn't be in this world

"Odin!" Ragnar muttered incredulously "sorry"

He took his foot off the man's chest as fast as he could and took a cutting attitude so as not to piss off the man.

Ragnar knew he couldn't piss this man off any more than anyone else. He had to curse Zelretch like 50 times. He didn't understand why a DXD God was doing an already weird crossover of The Vampires Diaries and Type-Moon.

"Yes, myself" God spoke thoughtfully in agreement with Ragnar's words "I came here because I felt a deity in my domain, but it seems you have awakened your magic circuits, why haven't you evolved into a God?"

Ragnar felt a pang in his stomach at being discovered, he didn't think the Gods of this strange world would realize that he had the soul of a divine being.

Better, he didn't even think there would be gods in this world.

But, Odin's words. He referred to it to deities and gods as if they were different beings. Like Pokémon that evolve against each other

"Because I'm not a deity lord Odin, I just inherited the soul of a dead deity" Ragnar spoke shyly, feeling nervous.

He can be many things, but he wasn't suicidal

"Hmm, like a holy gear?" The God spoke, touching the beard. He made a little effort to understand Ragnar's situation and after pushing his Magic Circuits a bit

Odin understood the plight of Ragnar's soul and made a small satisfied smile

"It seems that instead of being like a sacred Gear, you are more like those heroes' reincarnations," God said with a tone of understanding. The soul of a god in the human body or Homunculus was something that Odin found cruel

"the boy's body will disintegrate in time if it goes on like this and if somehow he survives the awakening he will become a fallen god and destroy everything around him" Odin lamented the fate of the boy in front of him and looking at Ragnar's soul understood why the boy was in his domain

"I'll give him a hand in the name of the favour I owe you, vampire Troll" Odin stated, a little irritated as he remembered the Troll. He then moved his arm faster than the eyes could see and touched Ragnar's forehead, "I'll put a little seal to stop the divine soul from destroying his body for a few years"

"Boy, I hope to see you someday when you get what you're looking for" Odin spoke and disappeared into particles of light, but not before saying his last words "Forget what happened"

Ragnar was startled for a second as if he was being attacked and looked around without understanding what had happened to him

"What happened?" Ragnar thought to himself, unable to remember what happened a few seconds ago, "I was going after Mikael's village and... I don't think anything happened"

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"Mikael, wake up, Mikael..."

Mikael opened his eyes scared and saw his wife, Esther, a beautiful woman who despite being the same age as he was much younger looking. That was the only magic Mikael allowed her to use, the magic that would preserve her beauty for his use. Who was looking at him with concern! Ms, there was something else in Esther's eyes.

Something Mikael hadn't seen in a long time, curiosity about something. The woman almost lost all her curiosity when she stopped practicing magic.

"What's up, Woman," He asked with a frustrated growl

"The arrow, what is it, how did you get it?" Esther asked with great curiosity

"I don't know why? All that if a boy saved me" Mikael got more grumpy with every word that came out of his mouth "now I owe him"

"Nothing, I think we should pay him," Esther spoke confidently. "Freya. It's time for Freya to get a suitor, I think we should marry her to this boy as a thank you for saving you."

Mikael realized that his wife had other intentions when proposing the marriage of their daughter. Ms, he didn't complain or even disagreed

"Very good! He complained as he sat on the bed and examined his foot," I think it's good to have someone talented in the family"

"Yes, we need more warriors, for the good of our FAMILY" She replied leaving the word family quite expressive almost screaming. Esther wasn't worried about the family's status at all, she was worried about the arrow that was stuck in Mikael's body.

"That was pure magic, something I've never seen or felt in my life," Esther said, almost with her eyes shining as she remembered the arrow. She wanted to know more about the magic that was used to make the arrow

All the magic Esther knew was limited by nature, despite the strong magical power she has, she can never use her power to the fullest of her strength.

For the simplest possible reason, her body couldn't withstand her magic power.

"Having the ability to do this kind of magic is beyond my ability" Esther thought dismally "But if this boy joins my family by marrying Freya, maybe I can rid my lineage of Dahlia"

"Just thinking about the possibilities makes me fascinated" Esther dreamed awake for a few seconds and almost didn't notice when Mikael took her hand and pulled her violently to the bed

Mikael hugged her and tried to get her clothes off quickly. Esther, out of sheer fright, tried to pull away. But, she stopped when she found Mikael's fierce eyes watching her with a mixture of anger and desire

"Woman, stop fooling around and satisfy me" Mikael ordered while riding on top of her and began taking her clothes off "now"

She soon came to and relented by helping the older-looking man undress her.

"Yes, dear," Esther said sweetly as she came to and relented by helping the older-looking man undress her.

She quickly put her arms around Mikael's neck and pulled him towards her, fitting his torso between her legs, to prevent him from trying to penetrate her in an uncomfortable position for her and hurting her again.

"Ready," Esther thought to herself as she felt Mikael's cock touching her vagina in the most comfortable position for her while showing no traces of opposing Mikael's dominance and

Esther was not a shieldmaiden. So by the rules of Viking society could not oppose the wishes of Mikael, a warrior, no matter what kind of perverted or violent thing he wanted to do to her. Esther had no right to refuse or say no

if she were a non-warrior native she would have the right to defend herself if he tries to kill her explicitly

But if he just wants to spank her until she's all bruised, but not putting her at risk. She had no right to complain. This was the kind of society the Vikings had, the strong could overpower the weak who didn't even have the right to react.

But, Esther's situation was not like that. She was not native to the village and to make matters worse she was one of the many people captured by the Vikings during their conquests in Europe.

She was just lucky enough to marry the village Jarl. Which prevented her from being a slave in the name. But, it doesn't change the fact that she wasn't native, and she wasn't a shieldmaiden.

If Mikael decided to kill her, torture her, or even impale her by sticking a blade in her holes while watching her slowly die of bleeding. She had no right to react, if she tried to oppose anything he did, Mikael would have every right to kill her.

"Damn, he's more agitated than usual today," Esther thought, giving a small moan as Mikael's torso moved in and out of her pussy.

Despite the slight moans, she was making. She wasn't feeling lust, in her head, she was just playing her role as a woman to fulfill her husband's desires.

Esther's mind was far from that place. She wanted to know more about the magic that made the arrow.

"Even though I gave up magic for Mikael" Esther moaned sadly and looked at the ceiling trying to forget about magic "I'm such a bad wife"