Morpheus, Lucifer and Loki... An Endless, The Devil and A Norse God. Believe it or not, the three of them had a beautiful bond called a Soulmate Bond. And as the years went by, when the universe was being created, the three yearned to have children...
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"MERCY! I BEG YOU!" Screamed a man at the young boy whose glare only hardened "Mercy? You do not deserve mercy" And with a quick movement a dagger was deep in the man's abdomen "You will burn and suffer alongside your people"... The fire grew stronger as the boy's bloody and ragged body and clothes watched the chaos in front of him with a hard glare, listening to the piercing screams of terror and pain of the people echoing in his ears...
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A nightmare woke him up. The coldness of the snowy ground and the winter wind turned his hair white and his eyes icy blue. His lashes were dusted in specks of snow and ice while his lips and cheeks turned red from the cold.
He was almost invisible, lying in the snow like this if it wasn't for his bloodied clothes, that contrasted in the snow. He was tired. He remembered the promise he made to his family. "I will come back soon." He said. But never in his long life had he imagined going through something like this.
He already went through a lot more than some of his siblings or even his fathers. Yet, he would never tell a soul what he witnessed on his travels. Not even his most loving family. For the pain would destroy them as much as it destroyed him.
Besides, his family had their tortures and pains that they were working on accepting and moving on. And it made the boy happy. For if they could survive something so terrible and still be able to speak of it, learn from it and use it, it only made their bond stronger and healthier.
But this time... He would go against the current. He was, after all, a rebel. Well, that title was mostly reserved for his two older brothers and the third oldest, but when they were together, they were the Marauders.
It's been a while, he thought. I should change and go back home. Slowly he raised to his feet, groaning softly at the pain he felt from his injuries. He was still bleeding and his healing powers were not working. In fact, nearly none of his powers worked. "I'm tired..." He whispered, slowly walking in the direction he knew he had to go.
With no food, no drink, no warm clothes and injuries all over him, it was a miracle that he had survived this long. But then again... How long was it till he escaped? How long was it, till he last saw his family?
