A Warrior through and through

Two brothers.

Silence filled the library as both I and Clementine got lost in our own thoughts. It was a comfortable silence, one that allowed my mind to explore freely. How did Tor come back from the clutches of death? I made sure to seal him with the scythe of death.

Tor. My brother. What have you become? 

When my brother told me that he wanted to be a god, I took it as a passing desire that all children have. I was a child too, older than him by only a few months, though I thought myself to be older. Dara had just begun our instruction in magick.
He told me this, in the cold of night, his veins glowing as he Chaneled the heat from a rusty lighter into his body. Perhaps I should have taken him more seriously as he told me those words. Maybe I could have somehow changed his mind.

We had just finished our instruction when we found out that there were gods; men and women who somehow became powerful enough to be immortal. These people were sealed away by ancient mages for reasons unknown.
I joined him in his search for divine power, and left him when I realized that his obsession was beginning to turn into madness. I wish I would have stayed with him. Perhaps I would have my brother by my side today.

I was close to destroying the tyrant king when I found out that Tor was about to break the seal that held the gods by using the power of daemons. By then I was known as the reaper. I knew I had to stop him. I saught the power of death and killed him.

Now he is alive, still perusing that obsession of his. I must kill him again, this tome for good.
I refuse to see my brother consumed by darkness. We have enough in this world as it is.

The sound of footsteps filled the library as Everard came into view.

"Dinner is ready," he said while heading to the basement to call Dara. I realized that I was starving as I headed to the kitchen, Clementine in tow.

Hunger is good. It shows that you still have some humanity left.