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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The man held his hands up in surrender a winning smile on his face. The two gods watched him with sinister intent. The tall male in green approached his scepter dancing dangerously in the other man's cerulean orbs.
His horned golden helm glistened, the blue-eyed man's reflection dazzling in the gilded helmet. "I've told you everything I know,"
"Yes, and we believe you." The black-haired god smirked, his false blue eyes flickering to an alluring hue of emerald.
The blue-eyed man scoffed. "For immortal beings, you are fairly stupid."
"Yes, says the one in a comprising ordeal." The woman hissed.
The male god laughed loudly. His canines displaying handsomely. The captive's triumphant expression fled his face. The crude laughter of the God Of Mischief and Lies throwing him off balance. Fear ran amok through his veins. Now he had to struggle for survival.
"Oh, Skadi do—"
"Wait, I could be lying!" He protested in vain.
The trickster exhaled sharply through his nostrils. The tense movements of his facial expression, prompting his ivory-haired companion. A compact blade of ice materialized in her presently azure hand. Her orbs lovely, in her kin's eyes. Frightening to the mortals. She began her slow promenade towards the cornered man.
The horned figure held his hand in the air, to cease Skadi's action. She stopped, her eyes becoming slits. Rage spilled from her skin in pools, it grouped at her feet burning and hissing like molten rock.
"Now, why would a dead man lie?" Loki chuckled darkly, the deeper his laugh became the darker it was.
Loki snapped his fingers. A javelin of ice tore through the man's tender flesh. Red poured from jugular, his hands found his throat a futile attempt to keep his gore within him. He gurgled and choked on his lifeblood. His blue eyes pleading to end him.
The trickster scowled, his pallid lean digits swiped a vermillion splatter from his face. Disgust was written across his features. It fit his appearance well, his electric inhuman cerulean orbs narrowed.
"We are finished here, yes?" The white-haired woman questioned, she rolled her honey flecked eyes.
"Growing weary of battle, hm?" He snickered, his eyes darting to her teasingly. A single eyebrow rose on his clear pale face.
She huffed in reply. The corners of his mouth turned up. The God's false orbs glinting mischievously. They walked side-by-side, she was his equal. Not a lowly subordinate. She was no one to be commanded, she did simply as she wished.
"Speak plainly, Skelmir." Skadi pronounced, 'skelmir' a title the trickster hadn't heard in such a long time. A name in her native tongue, it was endearing and showed the true length of their relationship. The void had stolen that sentiment from him with greedy, viscid fingers. He had not appreciated what it had taken, but the darkness had shown him great things. Burning the little infantile purity he possessed, it gave him potent knowledge in exchange for the agony of seeing everything. That is his curse.
