Saint B. Kadmus
234,009 Years Earlier
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"Gerðr will never love you!", I scream, trying desperately to break free from my weapon form. "She'll never fall for a murderer!"
Surtr snickers under his breath, holding me close to his frail body. I choke on a forming gag, but bite my tongue. Who knows what he'll do if I retaliate. One minute, I was in the arms of Skírnir- The next, he's lying dead in a pool of his own blood, and Surtr's slimy hands are on my handle.
"Tell me, where's Freyr? I have business with him..", His hoarse voice crackles, sending shivers down my spine.
Freyr is practically my father. I've been his weapon since I was a baby. He housed me, clothed me, trained me- and eventually gave me up to Skírnir. For good cause, though. He wouldn't abandon me for something replaceable and irrelevant.
In order for Skírnir to convince Gerðr to give her hand to my meister, he needed to be bribed. The reward for retrieving her? Me. Freyr's Sword.
Before he gave me up, he made sure I knew that I am much more powerful than I know. That my training was not over, and Skírnir would be taking place as my meister. I have powers far beyond imagination- ones that I don't know about yet. Unfortunately, Skírnir's place as meister was quickly interrupted by the business end of a spear. He's always been a bit dimwitted, letting anyone into his home at whatever hour. If only he locked his door.
"I'll never tell you where he is. Let me go!", I hiss, but his grip is too strong.
There's something binding us- it's making me short of breath. Perhaps some type of spell? Nothing can correspond our soul waves, though. His hands are burning beneath my handle- I feel it too. It stings like hell. I grit my teeth, clenching my fists until my knuckles turn white. I refuse to cry out. The pain will get to him eventually, even if the heat has to burn through his bone.
He'll drop me eventually.
"Then I'll have to find him myself", He sighs, standing from beside Skírnir's corpse. "Too bad. If you cooperated, I would have let you live."
I try my best to swallow the dry knot in my throat, but it tightens instead. He ambles over to the door, and peers down at my blade.
"What's your name?"
I hesitate. "Saint."
"Did Freyr give you that name?"
"Yes."
He clicks his tongue, wandering outside and looking around, as if Freyr would appear at any second. No response follows my reply, and I sigh. The conversation relieved a bit of the stress, but if he finds him.. It's all over. Without me, he has no weapon- no form of defense. Gerðr will be kidnapped, and Surtr will use me to.. to kill Freyr.
"You and him have this.. What's it called.. Wavelength? No- Soulwave. He'll figure out where you are eventually. So let's take you somewhere... interesting", He grips my handle tighter, and I feel my knees go weak.
I need to escape.
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Barri Grove
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He drops me, the blade sinking into the dank sod. I whimper a bit, scrunching up my nose. It feels sticky and gross against my skin. Looking back to Surtr, I try analyzing him. He's sat against a patch of scattered mushrooms, resting his chin on his palm. He looks so.. calm- bored, even.
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I Don't Have a Meister...//SoulEater
FanfictionI was used to kill my meister, my true meister, The Norse God Freyr. I watched him die, I saw the betrayal in his eyes- and there was nothing I could do to stop it. After his death, found a place to hide out for centuries, regaining enough strength...
