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LEGION: (Title subject to change)
Another day, another murder. Another mutliated corpse, another god damn defeat. No leads. No suspects. No witnesses. We're outsmarted, every possible angle covered as if by some omniscient, omnipresent, all powerful God of death and destruction. Like Legion before him, he seems to be many and yet none.
"I smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said..."
The song plays on but those words echo through my brain, trapped like the last dying screams in an empty cavern.
OR?
Aeturnum Vale
It is a dark time indeed, Baldr's death so tragic and yet we all knew it was but a matter of time. It was foretold, but even I didn't want to believe it. Baldr's death, along with the birth of those monstrosities - the parasitic vermin from that damned Loki's loins - we all knew it was coming. Loki, the author of woes, tricked Hod, Baldr's brother, and the foolishness of the blind prevailed. With a twig of mistletoe, Loki successfully broke the last boundary. Fimbulwinter was upon us, and it was but a matter of time until things got worse. Mani and Sol fought for their lives every day, only barely inching away from the persecutors. How long before they were to be taken? Damn him. Loki had done plenty to ******** us over, but this was unthinkable. Damned jealousy.
Every now and then, we can hear his screams... the bitter and wretched screams. Sigyn could only sit so long before she had to empty the bowl that caught the poison of his punishment, and in those few horrified seconds, the earth itself rumbled with Loki's pain. It served him right. That b*****d. I was there the day his son was turned into a wolf and visciously attacked his brother. The eidolic screams as brother literally ate brother, it was almost unbearable... But I never looked away. I had met Baldr once, and never before had I been so inspired. His beauty was remarkable, and nothing short of magnificent. When we parted, he called me friend, and since then I was happy again... It had been so long since I was last truly happy... Not since that winter oh so long ago...
I had returned from a day of hunting... I was a finely skilled marksman, and even better with a sword, MY sword, which was named Laevatnir. I was looking for my wife, Varandi, to show off the boar I had killed. It would make for some fine supper for a few days. I layed the boar outside, for as cold as it was, it was fine from insects or anything that might otherwise try to infect my kill. I opened the door and stepped inside lovingly awaiting the warm fire to heat my frozen fingers. Glancing about, I noticed the room in disarray, and then I noticed the blood on the floor....
Another day, another murder. Another mutliated corpse, another god damn defeat. No leads. No suspects. No witnesses. We're outsmarted, every possible angle covered as if by some omniscient, omnipresent, all powerful God of death and destruction. Like Legion before him, he seems to be many and yet none.
"I smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said..."
The song plays on but those words echo through my brain, trapped like the last dying screams in an empty cavern.
OR?
Aeturnum Vale
It is a dark time indeed, Baldr's death so tragic and yet we all knew it was but a matter of time. It was foretold, but even I didn't want to believe it. Baldr's death, along with the birth of those monstrosities - the parasitic vermin from that damned Loki's loins - we all knew it was coming. Loki, the author of woes, tricked Hod, Baldr's brother, and the foolishness of the blind prevailed. With a twig of mistletoe, Loki successfully broke the last boundary. Fimbulwinter was upon us, and it was but a matter of time until things got worse. Mani and Sol fought for their lives every day, only barely inching away from the persecutors. How long before they were to be taken? Damn him. Loki had done plenty to ******** us over, but this was unthinkable. Damned jealousy.
Every now and then, we can hear his screams... the bitter and wretched screams. Sigyn could only sit so long before she had to empty the bowl that caught the poison of his punishment, and in those few horrified seconds, the earth itself rumbled with Loki's pain. It served him right. That b*****d. I was there the day his son was turned into a wolf and visciously attacked his brother. The eidolic screams as brother literally ate brother, it was almost unbearable... But I never looked away. I had met Baldr once, and never before had I been so inspired. His beauty was remarkable, and nothing short of magnificent. When we parted, he called me friend, and since then I was happy again... It had been so long since I was last truly happy... Not since that winter oh so long ago...
I had returned from a day of hunting... I was a finely skilled marksman, and even better with a sword, MY sword, which was named Laevatnir. I was looking for my wife, Varandi, to show off the boar I had killed. It would make for some fine supper for a few days. I layed the boar outside, for as cold as it was, it was fine from insects or anything that might otherwise try to infect my kill. I opened the door and stepped inside lovingly awaiting the warm fire to heat my frozen fingers. Glancing about, I noticed the room in disarray, and then I noticed the blood on the floor....
