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Brad was roused by the sound of voices. His head was pounding like a thousand drums and his body felt like every inch was on fire. The pain made it hard to focus on anything else but with effort he managed to turn the distorted sounds around him into words.
“He used one of the words?” The voice belonged to a man that Brad didn’t recognized. It was a deep voice that helped to focus him. “Which one was it?”
“Algiz,” Eir voice replied
“Well Gunnar always was a reckless one. We should just be happy he is alive.”
The pain was too much. Brad struggled to stay awake but soon his eyes lids won the battle of will and he was tossed from consciousness into dreams of demons and torture from fire. The eyeless demon stood over him hissing in laughter.
It had grown in size now towering over Brad like a blazing mountain of fury. It was playing with something Brad couldn’t see, whatever it was the monster was hurting it was getting great joy from its victims screams. With a talon like toe nail it cut into Brad’s chest causing his skin to become scorched.
Brad howled with pain. “Please stop, please!”
“Stop?” the demon asked. “Is that all it takes to break the great Gunnar? A little pain and you beg? Where is your pride? What happen to your fortitude?”
“I never had any, please stop. I’ll beg if that is what you want,” Brad pleaded
“You already have. What does a weakling like you have to offer?” the demon laughed and wisps of smoked came from its mouth.
“You can have my life. You can kill me just make the pain stop.”
“So you are so willing to give your life? How about the life of your wife instead?”
“My wife? I don’t have a wife.” Brads words were followed by more laughter from the demon.
“Is that so?” The demon crouched downward. Now that the demon was close Brad could finally see what it was it held. Or rather whom it was. It was Eir, she somehow looked older, bit more mature but it was her. The demon held one of her arms in each of its hands. Laughing he slowly pulled her arms apart. Brad could hear popping from her joints and her cries in his ears was the worse pain he had felt yet.
“No!” Brad screamed
“Or maybe she would enjoy being with someone that isn’t a complete coward.”
“No! No! No!”
“You’re wasting time. Wake up Gunnar.” Brad knew that voice. It wasn’t the demon.
“Odin? Odin, where are you?” Brad asked.
“I’m here,” Odin said.
There he stood every foot as tall as the demon. For the first time Brad saw him for what he was. His presence brightened the area and soothed Brad’s burns. Odin was real and the god stood at Brad’s side.
“Wake up Gunnar,” Odin repeated
“Watch me roost this hen,” the demon added in
The two spoke over each other, fighting for Brad’s attention. Odin was continuously calling Brad by the name Gunnar and telling him that he had to wake up. While the demon made sexual comments and gestures with Eir.
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Rebirth of a Norsemen
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