The Gods Alpha

Their leader became angered barring his crosses of their God to ward us. He warned his soldiers

curled into his ears, connecting with a beard that tangled with beaded drips of sweat. I knew him as the leader

he crusaders when an answer my father gave was not liked. This had our men on their feet blades at the ready. She was a slave, our Thrall yes, but she belonged to us. To add insult to injury several soldi

in this shithole!" the man shouted in drunk

s showed me. Blood spilling from his eyes, ears , his breath quick

"The Gods have a fate in store for you.

iktor Algonia.You

Slowly I raised myself from the throne and leaned close enough for me to smell the mead dripping from his pores. I ran my dagger slowly down my tongue l

grinned handing

are nothing! I obey no command of

nger flustered father. I then knew

raised to believe there was nothing more glorious than to die in battle. As soldiers ourselves, we were prepared to be taken to Valhalla to dine with our Gods, brothers and sisters. This we smiled at as our blades seared into the bellies of these bastards.

n the midst of it all I had a vision: my sisters standing at the edge of the forest, faces pale, gowns torn, rope bindin

tree, and let their hot blood drip and collect into a pool. My father's cries were almost unbearable to hear above the rest

"Now you will see our ritual." "

t my name when the soldiers began to dig their blades into me . How cruel; I t

an eye, my wo

awoke I was staring into my father's glossed eyes. They left his body beside mine. I could see the drying streaks of tears streamed down his dirty face. He was weak, but he was still my f

round my body. It was almost astonishing to believe this was

y chest. My sisters I suspected, feet from me buried in shallow

outing in drunken laughter. They thought they won. They had no f

everything past the marshes never grew, the stones never weathered, and the birds never sang. They killed us all on Hel's ground. A sacred ground in which a

dead could be risen, but with great sacrifice. With our blood I wrote the curse on my body, whispering the en

gin to binge forward almost in a knelt bow at the sight of snow fal

ment my beasts appeared, my soulless monsters stepped out of the shadows with torches blazing the tre

en in my haze I recognized this voice, the man who raised me, and who t

irty with the earth and blood of the land, his eyes far more pitch than the night, his face remaining unchanged in all predicaments, except n

people know this. What you have done is vile, even Loki wou