My gaze was fixed on the now handsome face of Odin. My servants had trimmed his beard, cleansed his hair tangled with the unspeakable, and washed the hardened mold growing from his skin. Seven days it had taken for my maidens to clean and clothe him.
He had been silent since he had returned, but I knew he was spinning his weave. He was planning to combat me, to break me. It is what Odin does. He never acts fast. He was preparing for something. I was sure of it. But till then, he needed the facts. The wise king had gained his name for a reason.
Resting upon my throne in the Vanir Palace, grim satisfaction had taken hold of me as Odin stood below my feet, hanging his head low. Master had left him with me and had paid a great price in the process. I could not simply kill him, not yet anyway.
"Master," Olivia shouted, charging into my throne room. Her footsteps came to a swift halt as her shoulders shivered at the image of the man that stood beneath me silently. "Is-Is that the Allfather?"
"Tell me you have not disrupted me because the servents are gossipping?" I coldly uttered. I was in no mood for this. " What is it you want, Olivia?" I grimly questioned, noticing the worshiping praise of the young fool I took on.
Olivia was without a dought one of the greatest elves I had seen. She was resourceful, cold to a fault in many cases, and best of all, she was the maid of Lilith Snow. I could not allow her to fall into the background, not when her potential was phenomenal. It would be a sin against my Master to do so.
"Forgive me, Master," She unhurriedly said, realizing her mistake. I had long told Olivia about Odin's treachery. I had made his very name outlawed within the Land of the Vanir's. I had even gone so far as to allow my divine sense to peer into the home of my subjects, killing those who secretly worshiped the old goat.
"I have been studying the Laws of Blood as you asked. But I am confused about the Four Types." She continued bowing her head.
"To use the Blood Laws without issue, Form Four, known as Telas, the control type is required. However, this form is reserved for Soulbender with absolute control of their Soulforce, mind, emotions, and body. Or those with a horrendous affinity with the soul." I explained, a little annoyed by these forms.
The Hidden Four Forms were not taught, much less known in the Bed of Chaos. Not anywhere but in my memories of my inherited memories. I had spent eons simply trying to master Form Three.
"But what are these Forms? I don't understand how they are important?" She implored in great frustration. "None of these things seems even remotely useful."
I smiled, enjoying her crease brow, and the angry wiggling of her pointed ears. " Calm yourself. My disciple, these Types were once used to train the minds of a young disciple like you. Usually, they would start at childhood, and depending on your type. It would depend on how you would be trained. If you were emotional, unable to control impulses, and prone to violence, then the Second Form, Ren-Shii, was for you."
"Like Master Arsene?" She added, smiling a bit mischievously.
"Yes, just like My Master. Ren-Shii is not rare, but it's one of the more brutal forms. If train correctly. Those that follow the Flow of Ren-Shii are known to become some of the most brutal lords that go unrivaled."
Wonder flickered through Olivia's eyes. "But what are there use? I mean, do they increase your power? Does it improve your—"
"It does it all, my disciple. The Hidden Forms are known to be one of the most dangerous sources of destruction. If you need an increase in talent, or to create a technique that will be perfectly suited to use, then you must employ these forms to said technique. Your mind will run faster, your body will be more in intune with you, and you will be able to see things you never thought possible. These are known to turn even the trashiest of disciples into monsters. "
"Does the Court of Nox have this information?" She hastily asked, but I shook my head.
"Not from what I can see. This knowledge is held in legacy holders only. But not every Legacy Holder will see the hidden power of these Forms. Even I didn't know at first, were it not for my interest in the Laws of blood and my Master's talent forcing me to review myself in a different light, I would have missed it."
Sending the smiling Odin a long stare, my heart darkened, "Oh, how cold of me. Odin, did I tell you that the Aesir clan is all dead?" The smile on Odin died, and his expression turned to ash, "Yes. It's a shame. Well, that's a lie, they are alive, but all of them are the lowest of slaves. Why don't you take a look at Asgard? I am sure your son's wife will have a wonderful image for you to see. That's an order."
A brush of gentle winds flickered over me as Odins shook. Shaking where he stood, his divine sense receded, but before he could say a word, I sneered and spoke out, "You are to join her. Let's see how you like being gangbanged. Go!"
Vanishing from my sight, I giggled and made a note to clear my schedule to watch the show.
"Master, isn't that a little too much?" said Olivia biting her lips; how I loath the fact that she once worshiped that fool. Maybe once she has been sired into a Shadowfell, she will let go of her belief.
"Olivia, I will warn you once. Never speak to me about that man. I shall do what I see fit when dealing with Odin. If you think that is bad, wait till I force him to kill his own children. Force him to bathe in their blood. I will break his very will till nothing but a shell is left just as he did me. You can leave now."
"yes, master,' She said, bowing her head, not daring to speak another world.
My gaze was fixed on the now handsome face of Odin. My servants had trimmed his beard, cleansed his hair tangled with the unspeakable, and washed the hardened mold growing from his skin. Seven days it had taken for my maidens to clean and clothe him.
He had been silent since he had returned, but I knew he was spinning his weave. He was planning to combat me, to break me. It is what Odin does. He never acts fast. He was preparing for something. I was sure of it. But till then, he needed the facts. The wise king had gained his name for a reason.
Resting upon my throne in the Vanir Palace, grim satisfaction had taken hold of me as Odin stood below my feet, hanging his head low. Master had left him with me and had paid a great price in the process. I could not simply kill him, not yet anyway.
"Master," Olivia shouted, charging into my throne room. Her footsteps came to a swift halt as her shoulders shivered at the image of the man that stood beneath me silently. "Is-Is that the Allfather?"
"Tell me you have not disrupted me because the servents are gossipping?" I coldly uttered. I was in no mood for this. " What is it you want, Olivia?" I grimly questioned, noticing the worshiping praise of the young fool I took on.
Olivia was without a dought one of the greatest elves I had seen. She was resourceful, cold to a fault in many cases, and best of all, she was the maid of Lilith Snow. I could not allow her to fall into the background, not when her potential was phenomenal. It would be a sin against my Master to do so.
"Forgive me, Master," She unhurriedly said, realizing her mistake. I had long told Olivia about Odin's treachery. I had made his very name outlawed within the Land of the Vanir's. I had even gone so far as to allow my divine sense to peer into the home of my subjects, killing those who secretly worshiped the old goat.
"I have been studying the Laws of Blood as you asked. But I am confused about the Four Types." She continued bowing her head.
"To use the Blood Laws without issue, Form Four, known as Telas, the control type is required. However, this form is reserved for Soulbender with absolute control of their Soulforce, mind, emotions, and body. Or those with a horrendous affinity with the soul." I explained, a little annoyed by these forms.
The Hidden Four Forms were not taught, much less known in the Bed of Chaos. Not anywhere but in my memories of my inherited memories. I had spent eons simply trying to master Form Three.
"But what are these Forms? I don't understand how they are important?" She implored in great frustration. "None of these things seems even remotely useful."
I smiled, enjoying her crease brow, and the angry wiggling of her pointed ears. " Calm yourself. My disciple, these Types were once used to train the minds of a young disciple like you. Usually, they would start at childhood, and depending on your type. It would depend on how you would be trained. If you were emotional, unable to control impulses, and prone to violence, then the Second Form, Ren-Shii, was for you."
"Like Master Arsene?" She added, smiling a bit mischievously.
"Yes, just like My Master. Ren-Shii is not rare, but it's one of the more brutal forms. If train correctly. Those that follow the Flow of Ren-Shii are known to become some of the most brutal lords that go unrivaled."
Wonder flickered through Olivia's eyes. "But what are there use? I mean, do they increase your power? Does it improve your—"
"It does it all, my disciple. The Hidden Forms are known to be one of the most dangerous sources of destruction. If you need an increase in talent, or to create a technique that will be perfectly suited to use, then you must employ these forms to said technique. Your mind will run faster, your body will be more in intune with you, and you will be able to see things you never thought possible. These are known to turn even the trashiest of disciples into monsters. "
"Does the Court of Nox have this information?" She hastily asked, but I shook my head.
"Not from what I can see. This knowledge is held in legacy holders only. But not every Legacy Holder will see the hidden power of these Forms. Even I didn't know at first, were it not for my interest in the Laws of blood and my Master's talent forcing me to review myself in a different light, I would have missed it."
Sending the smiling Odin a long stare, my heart darkened, "Oh, how cold of me. Odin, did I tell you that the Aesir clan is all dead?" The smile on Odin died, and his expression turned to ash, "Yes. It's a shame. Well, that's a lie, they are alive, but all of them are the lowest of slaves. Why don't you take a look at Asgard? I am sure your son's wife will have a wonderful image for you to see. That's an order."
A brush of gentle winds flickered over me as Odins shook. Shaking where he stood, his divine sense receded, but before he could say a word, I sneered and spoke out, "You are to join her. Let's see how you like being gangbanged. Go!"
Vanishing from my sight, I giggled and made a note to clear my schedule to watch the show.
"Master, isn't that a little too much?" said Olivia biting her lips; how I loath the fact that she once worshiped that fool. Maybe once she has been sired into a Shadowfell, she will let go of her belief.
"Olivia, I will warn you once. Never speak to me about that man. I shall do what I see fit when dealing with Odin. If you think that is bad, wait till I force him to kill his own children. Force him to bathe in their blood. I will break his very will till nothing but a shell is left just as he did me. You can leave now."
"yes, master,' She said, bowing her head, not daring to speak another world.
