Fenris: The Fallen Beast God

There are five gods that the fallen races worship that cause them to be hated by the races of light.

Absalom.

The fallen god of blood and the undead whom the vampires worshipped fervently and see as the father of their race.

Gintanai.

Patron god of the dragons who is no longer worshipped due to his believers dying out thousands of years before even the vampires.

Like them, he as seen as a sort of boogeyman or fable character.

Ihun.

God to the dark elves and all those who embrace and flourish in the art of stealth.

Astaroth.

The demons pray to him with the utmost fervor, and in turn he blesses his chosen with bodies built for war, bloodshed, and conquest.

And then, there is the most popular fallen god of today, and some say the most powerful.

Fenris.

The fallen god of beasts and all things wild, who chooses an apostle every 1,000 years to learn his personally crafted arts and spread ballads of his great and terrible power.

This time around, his apostle is the princess of the werewolves.

Although there are a great many who question why, as the prowess and abilities of the princess are thought to be somewhat lackluster by members of the werewolf queen's own court.

But why this god was talking to Indra, he absolutely was not sure.

"Hear me, one of cursed blood. I come here today to offer you a proposal and to grant you knowledge beyond your means to grasp.

There is much that you need to know, but time is short. Cast aside the blood god's name and accept my own so that I might raise you up like a great blade!!"

Indra wasn't even sure if this was a domain that he was capable of speaking in but he still tried nonetheless.

"W… Why..?" He finally managed to say.

"Why?! Because our interests are aligned, cursed one! You and i have a common enemy, and through our unification we will cleave their heads from their bodies and gnaw their rotting bones!!"

"Enemy…? I have no enemies." Indra said.

"Fool! Of course you do! The races of light, their gods, their heroes, they would all see your flesh torn from your corpse! And let us not forget to mention the culprits behind the sacrifice of your race!!"

Finally, Indra's nonexistent ears heard something that interested him and he showed a greater degree of curiosity.

"You know the culprits behind my slumber and their extinction? Tell me."

"Not so fast, tainted one! If you desire my answers then you must make a vow to accept my name and heritage! Only then will I tell you whom our last enemies are!"

"Do I seem like the kind of man who is inclined to let you use him as a weapon? I quite value my independent thought, Fenris." Indra said coldly.

"A sensitive whelp is still a whelp in the end! Fret not, he of tainted blood, I seek to take no control of you!

But the power of the elder thing that flows through you will aid us greatly in the destruction of our enemies! Once that is done, our paths need not ever intersect again!"

Indra finally realized why exactly this god seemed so adamant about speaking to him.

It was because the blood of the old one that he drank had made him something more useful than any could've ever anticipated.

"Do not dally on your decision, tainted one! You cannot afford to reject my generous offer." Fenris said impatiently.

"And why is that?"

"Because this is the only path you can take where your life will truly belong to you, and you alone."

Indra did not know exactly what the god meant, but it didn't sound good at all.

At the rate his current fate was progressing, he was heading towards an inevitably terrible fate that would end with his life being out of his hands.

Perhaps because of everything he'd just gone through with Keran, he was much more reluctant to chalk the warning of the god up to a simple falsehood.

His Enyo… his Keran… his Lucia and even Vermeil.

They couldn't be allowed to weep from his loss again… not if there was anything that he could do to help it.

"Fine then god, your bargain has been accepted. I cast aside my name in favor of yours in exchange that you tell me what you know, now!"

After Indra's loud declaration, he could swear he heard the lips of an enormous beast curling up into a smile.

"Well said, tainted one. Our enemies are one you know well, and another you do not know at all. They are the blood god Absalom, and your father Alucard Ascalon."

Indra could have guessed and guessed until he turned blue in the face, but he never would have guessed that the ones responsible for the destruction of the vampire race were it's two immortal figureheads.

He wasn't even sure where he should begin when it came to asking questions.

"There, do you see? Is knowledge not better than becoming a vessel for those two leeches?" Fenris said.

"A what!?" Indra roared.

Unfortunately for him, the beast god paid him little mind and instead clicked his teeth in frustration.

"Tsk… we've wasted too much time and I cannot hold you here any longer. I extended to you this final boone before you are named; take no more remenants of the old one into your body lest you risk becoming a puppet subject to it's whims!"

Indra tried to yell and yell so that he could ask more questions, but no matter how hard he tried his voice was gone.

All that was left behind was the voice of the beast god Fenris, and even it was beginning to sound very far away.

"I wipe the slate clean of the claim held by the blood sovereign!" He decreed. "From henceforth, your name is…."

Indra only barely heard his new name before he was thrust from the space and left the beast god behind.

"Just you wait, leeches… what did that human from that world say…?

Raging for revenge, with ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!!"

-

Addled with drunken pleasure, Keran noticed her body was starting to become significantly warmer.

At first it was nice and only added to everything that she was already feeling, but eventually it became too much to bear and she opened her eyes again.

There, she could see her beloved literally starting to glow, and the heat coming off of him was making her sweat uncontrollably.

Dark blue flames of the prettiest variety started to flicker across his figure, and Keran only barely managed to fling herself across the room before her beloved's body was engulfed in a smoldering blue fire.