True to her word, Soria came back every hour on the hour for the next twelve hours or so, waking me up a couple times in order to do it. When she came in the fourth time, she brought in a thin metal object that I thought was a tray at first; and then she flipped it open and sat it on my lap. It was a laptop. It was modern and barely even made a sound except for if you tapped on the keys, which could be backlit.
"Phrer thought that you should have something to do since you can't get up to go to the library, and he said that if you did desire for a book to just give a name and author and we can grab it for you," was her reply to my questioning look. I simply nodded and she left me alone with the device. It had no lock on it and it asked me to set up certain things on the computer, meaning that the thing was brand new.
I kind of hoped he didn't pay for it and he just had it lying around or something, but I tried not to think about it as I re-typed in the new password and was met with the standard blue and green desktop. I dismissed the AI after a few slides and went about my business on the Internet, which was surprisingly fast here. I logged in to some of my old things, like my email, but I didn't bother trying to download TOR and an Onion server onto the computer; the memory card in here wasn't big enough to handle it, and I didn't know if it would even work in this realm. So much for seeing if my hiring page was still up with the email I had spawned there. I wasn't going to do anything with it, even if I could get into it, but I wanted to see if there was any new clientele that I could have directed elsewhere.
The regular email was just filled with junk, so I deleted everything, save for a few private messages I had kept over the years, and decided to snoop around my social media profile that I had kept under a completely different name, only to discover that it had been deleted. The same went with anything about me, really, after conducting an internet search that lasted another three water deliveries.
I don't know why it surprised me at this point, but it honestly did. Even photos from very old friends' media posts were gone when they hadn't been before. I always snooped on them to make sure that they were doing okay; honestly, I don't know why since those bastards had turned their backs on me just like everyone else, but a part of me still wanted to know that they were alive and not dead, either by my hands or someone else's since they had caused just as much trouble in the past as I had. They were all fine, no one alerted of my death or disappearance, which wasn't all that surprising since none of them knew that I was still alive.
I just hoped that Arder either hired someone else to kill my target or that Arder himself had been killed. He was just as slimy as the rest of them, but he was also one of my frequent customers and dealt more in the weapons' trade than in drugs and mafia occurrences like that other cowardly bastard. Definitely still a bad guy, but not as bad as some of the others; and he always paid top-dollar, so that had been a plus.
I had just decided to give up on my search for information about myself when something that I hadn't thought of popped into my head.
...I could search for things about Phrer and the Norse pantheon.
I pondered it for a moment, wondering just how much of the information I could find that would actually help me, but in the end, I convinced myself that some information was better than none, so I quickly typed in his name.
Surprise, surprise, there was barely any information about Phrer, and what little there was was just in passing. According to the very few things I found, Tyr, one of the gods of justice, law, and one of the principal war gods, supposedly fell in love with a human maiden and the two had conceived a child. However, the maiden hadn't known about who Tyr was, and when he revealed it to her after the child was born, she went insane and killed herself, leaving Tyr with a child. It never stated the child's name, nor what happened afterwards, just that he grew into a man and was sent to rule over Glitnir with Forseti.
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Fantasy(Under slow reconstruction) Demitri Folkos is an assassin in his prime, a man with no mercy for the human filth of the world. The young man does not believe in a god or an afterlife, so when he winds up dead after failing his last order, he thinks h...