spiraltears
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Long before Ragnarok was ever proposed, gods and humans alike whispered prayers to something unnamed. A presence that answered without thunder. A mercy that never demanded worship. (Y/N) existed outside the cycle of judgment, war, and resurrection-an ancient being rumored to rule birth, love, lust, obsession, and endings, though none of those titles were ever confirmed by him. He simply chose.
When the gods vote to end humanity, Brunhilde turns to the one figure no pantheon has ever controlled. She does not come as a commander or a schemer, but as someone desperate enough to kneel. What she finds is not a god-king, but a soft-spoken, unsettlingly gentle being who smiles like a fairytale and holds something far worse than divine wrath: the ability to offer rest.
As Ragnarok unfolds, fallen warriors do not beg for revival. Gods grow uneasy as souls stop answering their call. Love curdles into obsession, devotion rots into possession, and the arena becomes a place where blood is spilled not just for victory-but for attention.
Because the greatest threat to the gods is not a stronger enemy.
It is a place where souls are happy enough to never return.