THE LIAR'S WHORE
❝follow the path of sorrow and deceit. do not stray from that trail, lest you be lost in the havoc and madness that you and your brethren have created. It is kill or be killed. do not trust your companions, do not trust your brother...
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You will join me soon.
A voice in her mind breathed ever so quietly. It was a God's voice. It was sultry and dark, she enjoyed his comfort. She lived in the cell, the grief nearly killing her. Notions of blood and gore captured her senses. The stench burned her nose, they faint metallic taste on her teeth. It was on her hands, her face, in her eyes. She wanted to release a scream but contained it. It would reveal weakness. She could not deny the craving and desire for war. It was a thrilling game, the strife it brought. For centuries, on end, she was filled with tedium and constant exhaustion and vexation for excitement. Yes, peace was a kind blessing, but it brought long days full of no productivity.
"Skadi, I have been nothing but benevolent to you is it difficult to return the favor?" Her husband sputtered almost tripping over his words.
The Winter Goddess decried her spouse. She paced her cell, her expression pained as her eyes caught him."I never requested your mercy. I am Skadi Thiazzidottir, I need not a man." She snapped, she busied herself not wanting to gaze at those disheartening eyes.
Njörd ogled her attentively, his greenish-blue orbs roaming her figure and searching her eyes for sentiment. "You surely need someone, your yearning for war is a concern among my people," He countered.
She threw the male a collective glare. She ceased her pacing and fell back into a chair fabricated from pure Jotun ice. The chilling rush brought ease after the voice had left her. She glanced at her partner, and a scoff left her lips as her cinnamon-flecked orbs were supposed to be full of warmth, but they held a certain iciness that would fit blue eyes far better.
The tanned male waited for her response, she said nothing. "Will you say nothing?" He spat angrily his eyes flashing the way they always did when he was mad.
"Why must I?" She retorted with a bitter laugh.
The Sea God sighed sorrowfully."You've changed and not on your own accord." Njörd breathed with an air of sadness.
He stormed away leaving Skadi alone in her prison. His loud steps vibrated in her ears. She quickly stood and began preparing, her magic had been greatly diminished due to the prison's defenses. She could barely create a weapon of ice. The most the female could do was coat her enclosure with the coolness of ice and make weak spikes of ice that could only impale a person little. If you call impalement little damage, that is.
She could faintly recall when the mortals worshipped her. Slaughtering cattle and pouring sickly, sweet honey wine on her altars. They pleaded for a weak winter in times of famine and a strong one during strife. She would grant them what they sought for their bountiful sacrifices. Skadi saw the fear in their human eyes when she visited the priestesses. The look of submission and terror as if she'd smite them where they stood. She missed it. Being thought of constantly, being pondered if she was a beautiful goddess, an intelligent goddess.
