A/N: Sorry yall, had a fairly important math test this week so didn't write at all. It did pay off for me but yk, it came at the cost of not being able to write which is fortunate but a fair trade imo.
Valier POV:
It had been a few days since Brittania had been annihilated. I was currently training by watching the knights spar against one another. I was practicing with my Demonic Eyes, to an extent, I could now predict the type of spell and the element of the spell a person was going to use before they attacked. However my predictions were too slow, unlike my predictions of a person's physical attacks where I had ample time to react.
When predicting a person's spells, I would probably only be left with enough time to understand what spell they were using before I'd get hit, and it was pretty inaccurate. I'd only get the spell right around 40% of the time.
I hadn't spoken to anyone about what I had gone through, even my assigned therapists and doctors. However, they had an idea of what had happened to me after looking at the horrifying scars on my body. They also knew that I had awakened some sort of physique by the looks of my body.
Of course, they thought nothing of it, it wasn't a big deal. However, since they knew I had a physique of some sort, I'd probably make it so no one fully knew of my Magical Attributes. If anything, they'd find it weird if my body wasn't ahead of my magic. This was because they believed my Mana was sealed while I was tortured, this seemed to be a commonplace practice.
For the last few days I had been allowed to do whatever the hell I wanted. I had also become much quieter than a few years ago, this was mostly due to my original personality coming out.
Today I had made sure to tell the maids who brought my food into my room that I didn't want anyone to come in because I wanted to rest.
That was bull shit.
I just didn't want anyone to come in because today, my Fenrir would hatch. After a little while longer of training my sight, I got up and went off to my room. I wanted some time to relax and think to myself.
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I altered the clothes that I had made with 'weapon' creation and turned them into more comfortable, softer clothes. When I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs, the space around me began to distort. I relaxed, my heart beat slowed and I felt an odd sensation from the egg.
My body began to heat up and I closed my eyes. I felt something exit my body, when I opened my eyes I saw an egg. It was just kind of floating. It didn't leak Mana or anything, but I could tell it was alive.
After a few seconds passed, a crack appeared, and then another. This went on for a solid few minutes until a small black wolf pup came out of the egg.
Of course, even though it was in this form, it was still the Fenrir. The Anti-Divine Divine Beast.
"So you... are my master. Let me say this, you're... fucking scary as shit, you know that? It might be impolite of me to just skip over introductions, but I 'remember' you getting tortured a few years back, and I didn't even have pain receptors or a body, but even I 'felt' that. But you kinda... didn't care. That's scary. Really scary."
The Fenrir inspected me, calmly assessing my looks and physique.
"Anyways, I want to make something very clear. While I serve you, our partnership isn't one-sided. You have to help me kill Odin's Rune Bearer and as many Norse Rune Bearers as you possibly can. According to my ancestors' memories, many masters don't really know about that."
I sighed, the Fenrir was a bit annoying. It just kept rambling on and on, but it'd surely make it up in combat power at the very least.
"Anyways, Valier, I think that's your name? Give me your blood."
"My blood?"
"Yes your fucking blood, the red shit in your veins. I need it to properly bond to you, and if I don't properly bond to you, then I can't take on a human form and Gleipnir will take longer to break out without a proper bond with my master."
"Gleipnir?"
I was confused, something like that had never been mentioned in the novel. Well to be fair, it's not like the birth of the Fenrir was explained in the novel.
"Yes, I'm currently bound by Gleipnir, I'm basically stuck in this form until the bonds are broken down. Having a master hastens this process as I'm able to siphon some power off of you. I won't take too much though, and it'll be worth your while."
The Fenrir sort of sounded like a cheap con man, but it was right, it'd be worth my while if it served me, and, considering I was in a relatively safe position, I could probably get away with letting it eat away at my strength.
"You mentioned something about your ancestors memories, do you inherit their memories or something?"
"Yes, every Fenrir inherits their ancestors' memories to an extent, it's sorta like a giant jigsaw puzzle, I only know a bit of stuff since I was just born."
"And what's your name? I'm sure that it's not going to be 'Fenrir' right?"
"Correct, it's Godsbane. Its meaning is self explanatory, I'm like a living curse to every Divine being in existence."
I formed a small dagger and cut my hand, drawing blood.
"Is this enough blood?"
Edited By: WorthyAdversary