Loki won the battle of New York. He rules over us with a firm and swift hand, never letting us out of line. Almost all beings have a soul mate; the number of lives they've taken, printed on their soul mates arm. Loki is one of these beings. He has their number, which rests at an irritatingly unmovable zero. He wants an heir, if only out of spite for midgard, for the pathetic realm to know his line will rule them for centuries to come, but he needs his mate. Lilith hides her number, keeping people from seeing its enormity. 1286. How could someone take that many lives? It matters not, all she knows is that she could never, and will never, love a murderer. ⚠️MATURE WARNING⚠️ Will contain explicit sexual content, mentions of rape, and violence If this makes you uncomfortable, do not read 18+ recommended Highest rankings~ #1 in kingloki - Nov. 29, 2021