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A/n: the story will be split to two parts, cuz I want to give this part a chapter of its own. this is like a teaser(?) you can say.
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There was a story, known as a myth, legend. True or false no one knows. It was about two deities from different realms.
One from Valhalla, another; Helheim.
How do two from such a place meet? And what story can It provide?
It was recorded a century ago or even millennia, but no one knows who did.
The record has 3 pages written in an old language, their translate will be:
𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼
Two beings, two worlds
A perfect weather in the mortal world.
Two Gods, different purpose.
They walk the same path.
Under the sunlight
surrounded by smooth grass.
Blown by the gentle breeze, it wavers like ocean.
It was there they met.
First time, silence.
Second time, short talk.
Third time, the talk extended.
fate or coincidence, they always meet.
Same place, same distance, same weather.
But slowly, the line between blurs.
each step closer to each other.
Till there was none.
An outcome no one predicts.
not even gods, not even themselves.
They are gods themselves; they do whatever they want.
Humans too, but their vision was not as wide as theirs.
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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼
Death was inevitable among humans,
some fear it, some accepts it.
But none expect it from a god.
God from Valhalla; fallen in human hands.
Wicked ones, brutal, disrespectful, corrupt to the heart.
Dies from human vicious, reason unknown.
That day, there was no sun, no light.
But a roaring storm.
Rain pours; Grief.
The Helheim God's tears water like stream.
Thunder clattered; Rage.
Terrifying shrieks echo far and wide.
The body glows and shatter within his arms.
its fragments spread and fade to thin air.
It was where it started.
beginning of eternal human suffering.
beginning of the God wrath.
It was where it ended.
Their time of eternal love
The event of the diverse love
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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼𝐼
Religion form.
Under the sins they suffered, they pray.
Pray the revival of the dead God.
Salvation for their curse
The hope to calm the ranging storm.
A curse that many souls would descend to hell.
Endless war, endless death, endless pain
Peace was nothing but a fantasy.
They pray for the return of the Valhalla God
To wash the fury of the Helheim God
Turn back time, to when it was once peaceful.
A hope so glim like a thread of silk.
They pray.
It wasn't clear whether this is true or not, but even if centaury passed, the religion lives on, as no matter what year, day, month.
There was no peace, only conflict, revolution, fights...those that harm one another never end. Many goes to the church devote to the Valhalla God and pray for peace, a day that they can live with no violence, or wishing their soul can ascend to heavens after death.
Few warship the Helheim God, they feed on violence and cruelty, they even twist the story. Saying that it wasn't a human that kill the Valhalla God, but himself.
it wasn't tears he shred, but a hunger for more. it wasn't scream of grief that echoed far and wide, but victorious roar.
The world is built on two different stories, one truth one lie. Humans seek gods for answer but receive nothing.
Based by own belief, the burning conflict never ends. The fire burns far and long, like an infectious disease with no cure.
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König x Male reader Oneshots👑
Fanfictionmale reader only. sum sad, dark, gore, maybe lil nsfw. If you know me, there will be some sort of modification Don't upload on regular bases
