Chapter 319: Freya - Ambush (1/2)
”I would have thought you would be with your brother. I believe I made myself clear,” Njörd howled from on high. In his hand stood a gourd of wine, burning my nostril from a distance.
”We have been summoned.” I reluctantly stated, turning around, only for me to tilt my head, dodging the gourd hastily targeting my head.
”I liked it better when you were under Odin. At least then your mouth was full of something then.” He slurred, scuffing in disgust.
Recalling those days, I giggled, unable to help myself, ”Argo has brought another guess, and I am sure he will— ”
”You find this funny, Freya?” Njörd venomously thundered, furiously slamming his palms upon his throne, shattering them into fragments. ”YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!” he repeated once more.
Losing my smile, I withdrew, knowing he would follow.
Taking to the skies, I shot off into the realm of Muspelheim faster than light. Tearing through the barrier that linked each domain together, I arrived above a volcano smoldering with ash. The skies were dark with clouds that resembled flames, but there were no moons or stars, for this realm remained on fire, burning for all eternity. I had heard long ago that the very moon and sun it once held turned to ash due to its flame.
Feeling the searing heat char parts of my skin, a magical barrier appeared around me; even as a god, I always dreaded entering this realm, but Njörd even more so since he was a lord of water.
Entering a cave covered in embers hidden beneath the burning volcano, the heat around me grew even stronger, bringing a burning sweat to my skin. Pushing deeper in, I ignored the searing heat arriving at the place I had prepared long ago for Njörd.
Inside stood two beings, given to me by Arsene, to ensure the job. They were not miniatures but appeared to be humans in a sense.
”I do not feel Njörd,” Zokomin, a new god, impatiently said. Glancing at his grotesque horns branching off like tree roots, I did not answer. Narrowing his crimson eyes, he licked his reptilian lips, ”you know we could have some fun while we wait. I heard you were quite a warrior.”
”Zokomin, speak another word, and I will be forced to explain to our king why I severed your head and allowed your soul to wander the realm of purgatory for all eternity,” said Zelvak, the only devil that had appeared to this day or at least he was the only one Anya and Mare had allowed me to see.
Zelvak was a little scary to me; while Zokomin and the rest were savages, he was kind, quiet, and a little amusing. He appeared utterly normal and handsome with his long jet black hair tied together and the traditional black suit I saw Arsene always wear, but there was a deep darkness that clawed at my heart every time I saw him.
Apparently, he was Ezra's caretaker before she left, but that did not lower my fears in the least. Especially when I recalled the amount of death that followed to create the city of flames.
”He is not our king I—”
”then shall I sever your head now or wait till we arrive before the Ashen King? I am quite flexible.” He lightly inquired with a kind smile, ”Speak less Zokomin, a low-grade demon-like yourself should understand its place.”
Noticing the rage burning within Zokomin's scarlet eyes, I did not get involved. Demons and Devils were, after all, widely known for not liking each other.
Remarking at the cooling of Muspelheim, I knew he had arrived. It was always like this; that idiot would go out of his way to chill the realm of fire due to feeling a little uncomfortable. An idiotic task since all the realms needed Muspelheim to function. It was the source of all Yang in our pantheon.
”You two know what to do, right?”
Getting a response from Zelvak, I eyed Zokomin with a deep icy stare. Noticing the utter disregard for my plan, I secretly sent a spiritual message to Arsene using my Divine Sense. I did not need those I could not control, and neither did Arsene.
”Freya, you whore, where the hell are you?” He shouted, already losing my trail.
Sending a glance towards Zelvak, who gave a warm smile, I slowly made my way back up to to the surface, scrunching my brow to the idiot still drinking I scuffed.