MIDGARD: MAXIMILIAN
He rounded the corner to see the boy he was chasing standing by the bank of a river. His tousled black hair waving in the wind. His gaunt skin and dark clothing made him look like a Helheim vampire. In Maximilian's eyes, he looked like a child of a fallen angel and a vampire. He wasn't ugly per se, unlike his previous assumption. He was still confused why the magical source had come from this boy. No matter, he had his orders from the Allfather. Maximilian ran at the boy hoping to grab him and take him back to Asgard for Odin to deal with. He neared the edge as his charged forth, when he finally got close enough to see the faint discoloration of the boy's eyes, he lunged sideways and Maximilian felt his shin's hit the cold metal railings and he tumbled over.
Maximilian plunged into the river, the cold shock knocked the wind out of his lungs. Maximilian, now furious and humiliated, grabbed the hilt of his sword, the rune now glowing like the noonday sun, and lunged out of the river. Sword brandished he saw the terrified look on the boy's face.
He swung.
But not to kill.
