The world After The Fall of civilization is a cruel and unforgiving place, hellbent on breaking down the rationale, moral spirit of the mortal races.
But even after all that, they continue to flourish, to connect, to love and to hope even after a m...
Slight Depiction of torture (it's only a couple of sentences lol)
Timeline : After the Fall, 12/2035
Y/N= your name E/C= eye colour
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Character used : Elias 'Nidhogg' Olsen
Reader's race : Ambiguous (Eh, it's up to you if ya wanna be a human, gootraxian or a fluffy beastman -<-, I don't rlly care to be honest)
Chapter Locations :
Varlin's End, Canada
Briorvon, Canada
Chapter type : very, very, VERY long oneshot
Requested by~: kitkatttzzyyy,GhostfoxKinnie,Nyxia1600,Mohamedrihanna,xDaily_Owlsx, Ribzyz,beekeeperbee,WingsofFireFantribes,Idkmonkeylol. ~~~ IMPORTANT: i feel like I should say this right now cus I didn't mention this on his profile but Elias has SELECTIVE MUTISM. you'd probably know why if you read on 'Guilt'. Short explanation of selective mutism, is the inability to speak in certain situation, but still being able to talk to those they're comfortable with. Google will give a far more better explanation. Hopefully you'll enjoy this long awaited chapter, im sorry about that btw TvT. I should probably update his profile lmao
Oh, I HIGHLY recommend playing the music to get into the vibe of the chapter, also because Epic Mountains Music are amazing :p
If ya just wanna read the smut, just skip to the end part. Trust me, I know how y'all are -o-
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(play the music here if you wish to)
Two years ago...
None remained, Elias stood in the field of corpses at the entrance of the warehouse, the rain washing away the blood that clung to his body. The adrenaline numbed the pain from his scarred left eye, he wasn't going to let any of this faze him. He wondered how many families he left ruined, he tried to convince himself that it does not concern him, it should not concern him. Trying to find reasons for his actions, dehumanizing the people who threaten his life, it was him or them... But he knew nothing would justify his unwarranted genocide. He heard a clanking of a can dropping on the ground from behind and turned to aim his pistol.
