The God of Calamity’s Wife
Centuries ago, war shattered Asgard. Tired of living in the shadow of the Aesir, Loki and his creatures of chaos sought the respect they believed was their due. Their rebellion, however, brought only death, exile, and the fleeting victory of the Aesir. But gods cannot die forever, and Loki’s defeat came with a prophecy: the war would come again, and next time, he would be ready.
Many began to question whether Odin was truly fit to rule the realms.
(But that was not my concern. I am an entity of death, a Fylgia bound to the cycles of life and fate. My interest lies elsewhere—with two souls cursed by Odin to live, die, and repeat their lonely existence for eternity.
Sirius and Saoirse.
For centuries, I’ve watched them endure lives destined for isolation and suffering. I’ve grown tired of their pain. What if they didn’t have to be alone? What if I could give them a chance to defy fate? And, perhaps, what if I could become part of the story that I’ve shaped?
These were my thoughts leading up to the beginning of this story.
But meddling with destiny has consequences. I probably should have paid more attention to that war, because what I didn’t realize was, by changing one thing, a ripple would expand across the realms that nobody could have anticipated.)
Sirius and Saoirse, they weren’t just any Vampire and Werewolf that could have been brought together.
They are creatures that must come to terms with the demon beasts inside of them or bringing them together might just end up finishing what Loki’s children had started.
