The Man in black

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Chapter fourteen
Asgard Awaits


Peyton stared at her.. that couldn't be right, what did a Valkryie want with him?
Lenneth crossed her arms and stared at him, clearly becoming impatient.
He shook his head.
"Mortal.. this is not an option.. you will come with me to Asgard, even if I have
to force you.."
Lenneth put her hand on the hilt of her blade, she truely detested having to deal with
arrogant mortals like this one.
She rushed forward, pulling her sword free of its holy scabbard,
sending a loud ringing noise through the air.
Peyton brought up phantom edge and their blades collided..

Peyton swept around in a low rounhouse, taking her legs out from under her.
Lenneth floated i nthe air before returning to her feet.
She smirked at the expression on his face.
"Oh please.. did you really think that would work?"
Peyton scratched the back of his head.
"uh.. yeah i kind of did.. thats why i did it."

Lenneth jumped up into the air, pulling a bow out of the air and aiming it at him.
She began to draw power into it and light shone from the tip..
"Devine assault..."
He shook his head.. what good was it to announce your attack?
Peyton rushed under her and jumped up as well, coming up over her and bringing the blunt side of
Phantom edge down on her, slamming the woman into the ground.
He landed on top of her, his blade pointing downwards at her breast.
Just before he landed he felt a hard kick conenct with his side, sending him flying.
He flew sideways but flipped i nthe air and landed on his feet.. he was more articulate than he had been..
A large man in armor hefted the woman up before looking of at him.
The man's hand went to the gigantic blade he had on his back.
"Cretin! how dare you strike a Valkyrie?!"
A young girl stepped out from behind The large man, carrying a scepter tipepd with a ruby.
"Yes, how dare you? you barbarian!"
Lenenth looked at the two and grew angry.
"Arngrim, Jelanda! I did not summon you.. why are you here?"
The large man looekd down at her, "We will not stand by while this man mocks you,
we will teach him some humility."
The young girl raised her scepter in agreement, "Yes, lets!"

He was starting to get pissed.. why were they going through all this trouble?
He grinned and waved them on.. he was eager to get this started.
The man rushed him and he fell back, readying his swing.
Peyton had to abandone the swing as a bolt of lightning struck between them, forcing him to jump back.
Arngrim pressed the attack, not giving him a chance to turn it around.
Jelanda brought the back of her hand to her mouth and laughed, "Silly knave.. you cannot match my noble power!"
Peyton swept Arngrims legs out from under him and jumped over at him, coming for the girl.
"You should learn to shut your fucking mouth!"
Instead of strikign with his sword he brought his foot across her face, sending the poor girl flying.
Arngrim reached out to her, "Jelanda!"
Jelanda skidded along the ground before coming to a stop.
Peyton rushed to her, sword ready when Arngrim intercepted him.
"Don't touch her!"
Peyton grinned.
"I didn't know you liked them that young..
everyone up in Asgard fuck children or is that just you?"
He had struck a cord..
Arngrim abandoned all sense and swung at him violently, he had to shut this man up!
Lenneth just shook her head and sighed.
Arngrim swung and missed while peyton jumped over his head and brought his blade down, slicing through
him in a diagonal motion.
Arngrim let go of his blade and staggered forward..
"Damn man.. that was a good move.."
Arngrim fell forward and dissapeared..

He had just beaten two of her einherijhar!
Lenneth couldn't believe it.. perhaps her lord Odin had been right.
She had to get hi mto Asgard, but fighting would not do..
She sheathed her blade and walked forward, he lowered his out of respect.
Her eyebrow twitched as she spoke, "Would you.. please... grr.. please come to asgard?"
He scratched his head, why hadn't she just asked him instead of commanding him?
"Well.. I can come with you to see what you want.. but you will not
command me to do anything, I am not your servant".
Lenneth had to bite her tongue at that, this mortal was very arrogant indeed..
"Very well, let us go then..

She walked over to him.
"Put your hands on my waist.."
He stared at her.
"Your what? why?"
Lenenth was losing her patience again..
"just do it please.."
He did as she bade him but unable to hide a smirk as he did so..
she had a very slender waist..

They flew up into the air, seemingly at lightspeed into the clouds,
They soared up, up, up.
They came to a stop just as quickly and she walked forward.
Peyton looked around in amazement, a giant castle stood before him upon a moutnaintop.
He walked after her, looking aroudn thw whole time.
A young woman came toward them and bowed.
"Welcome back Lenneth, is this him?"
Lenneth sighed, "Unfortunately".
She smiled at him.
"I'm Frei! good to meet you!"
He nodded, "I am Peyton, how are you?"
Frei's smile never faded as she spoke.
"I'm good, i've just been waiting for Lenneth to return with you!"
Lenneth turned her gaze towards Frei.
"Frei, we did not bring this man here to talk with you, we brought him
here so that Lord Odin could speak to him, move aside."
Frei looked hurt and stepped aside, "Oh.. sorry Lenneth i didn't mean to.."
"Well you did!"
Peyton grew angry and stepped between them.
"Hey, she was just trying to be polite, something you oviously can't do."
Lenneth was extremely aggitated now. She reached forward and grabbed him
by the arm, trying to pull him
along like a reluctant child.
He resisted but she was still able to drag him, she was a Valkyrie after all..

She stopped pulling hi malong when the enetered the castle, she turned to him
with a serious look on her face.
"Mortal, show utmost respect to Lord Odin, the lieks of you are not even
worthy to speak with him.. you should consider yourself honored!"
He looked at her through half closed eyes, "ooh.. yes ma'am, i'll make sure to be on
my best behavior" he teased.
She grunted and walked ahead of him, motioning for him to follow her.

They stood before a giant throne amidst a room filled with tapistries.
A giant man sat lazily upon the throne and a green woman stood in front of it, resting a nd on her hip.
Lenneth stopped before the throne and kneeled down, peyton however just stood there.
The woman in green look kindly down at her.
"Arise Lenenth.. you needn't bow before us like some dweller in Midgard.."
She turned her gaze to him and she became cold.
"YOU however should mortal, why do you show such blatant disrespect for Lord Odin?"
What the hell were these women tlaking about? who the hell was lord odin? so he asked...

"Who the hell is Odin?"
The woman in green's Jaw dropped.
"how DARE you filthy mortal?! I should.."
Odin turned to her, "ENOUGH FREYA!" he commanded.
Freya instantly shut her mouth.
Odin turned his gaze to Peyton and smiled warmly.
"I understand why you are so spiteful, but there are no need for unpleasenttrese here..
I am not your enemy".
Odin nodded to him, "I, as you may have guessed, am Lord Odin".
Peyton nodded as well, "yeah.. um.. sorry.. i'm Peyton.."
"I know who you are, and that is why I sent Lenenth to collect you,
you are to fight in my army when Ragnarok comes."
"Collect" him? was that what he thought he was? an object to be used?
"I am not a toyed to be used on your whim, I do not care what god
you claim to be.. but I will NOT bend to you."
Freya lost her temper and came forward.
"I cannot abide this any longer, Lord Odin if you would permit me."
Odin nodded, "Very well.. but do try not to kill him, he is sitll of use."
She bowed to him, "I will do my best Lord Odin".

Peyton drew on his power, willing the phantom edge to come to him.. but it would not..
He looked to his right hand and saw there was nothing there.
"Oh shit.. this may be bad.."
Lenenth stepped aside to allow them some fighting room.

Freya walked forward and drew her sword.
She flew at him, never touching the ground.
She slashed horizontally as he ducked, grabbing her by the leg.
He spun her around in a giant's throw sending her at the nearest pillar.
She merely spun around and kicked off, flying back at him.
Peyton ducked and dodged the attacks he could, but several landed and sunk into him.
Blood ran down him and he left a trail of it where he walked.
He looekd aorund the room, there had to be something he could use to defend himself..
His gaze went around the room before falling on the Valkyrie Lenenth, and the sword at her hip.
He rushed at her, a look of suprise crossing her face as she had no idea what he was up to..

Peyton rolled through the air, grbabing her sword and pulling it free before jumping back away from her.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind if I borrow this!" he said, holding the sword out in front of him
with both hands towards Freya.
Lenneth stared blankly at him, he had just snatched her weapon away and she had done nothing..
They say gods do not have human traits but she could feel her face redden with embarressment.
Odin smirked as he watched, this mortal was proving most amusing.

Freya scowled as he brought the blade up, he even dared to use a god forged blade
against her.. his arrogance knew no bounds! She flew forward again, bringing her blade down.
He was ready this time, blocking the blow and reaching out, grabbing her by the wrist and spinning her
around into his grasp ( As he had done with the young woman Tryst ).
He held her in his embrace, sword against her kneck.

Odin clapped.
"Bravo mortal, bravo!"
Peyton did not release Freya though and could feel her body tensen.
Odin's face grew sterner, "Release her now mortal, this game is over.."
He released freya, and held the blade up towards Odin.
"You gods think all mortal life as expendable don't you?
a thing to be squandered on your whim alone? you are no better than demons..
stealing souls to devour, sending them to die and eating them are not different.."
Odin was now agitated, and stood up from the throne, towering over him.
"Mortal.. do not presume to know the will of the gods.. you are not one.."
Peyton had him on this one..
"Then do not assume what it is like to be human, for YOU are not one!"
Odin gritted his teeth, he would silence this one..
Odin flew forward and slammed his knee into the mans face, sending him flying backwards and
the sword flying out of his hand.
Peytons feet skidded along the floor as he attempted to maintain his balance,
nearly falling forward when he stopped.
Peyto nstood there, trying to compose himself.
"Give up mortal.. just acept your fate.."
He grinned, "accept my fate eh? no thanks.. i don't believe in fate"

Darkness began to swirl around him as he focused his powers further.
he held out his right hand and soul edhe appeared, but this time it was.. different..
This sword had teeth that gnashed, like it wanted to bite and rend everything
in its presence.
Odin's eyes grew slightly wider.
Odin thought to himself, ~what did i bring into my castle?~
The air behind him parted as he catapulted forward, with greater speed than he
had ever possessed when he had lived..
He brought the blade forward and sunk it deep into the god, piercing his heart..

The Valkyries eyes went wide and their jaws slacked.. Their Lord had been injured by
a mere mortal..
Peyton lost his concentration, as his loss of blood made him weaker his
summoned blade dissapeared. He fell to his knees,
breathing heavily. Odin threw his head back and laughed heartily.
"My, my.. well done Sir Peyton, well done!"
He didn't call him mortal..
He slipped into unconsiousness while still on his knees.
Lenneth looked at him then back to her lord.
Odi nraised a hand , he knew what she was going to ask..
"No no, he is merely resting, you two really took it out of him."
Odin looked over at Lenenth, "You may go Lenneth.."
Lenenth nodded, saluted and turned around, looking down at the mortal as she walked past.
She blushed again as she picked up her stolen sword and slid it back in its sheath before leaving.
Odin then turned his gaze to Freya, "Take him so that he may rest, he has earned it.."
Freya bowed to him, "Yes my Lord Odin"
She walked over to him and picked him up
and slung him over her shoulder, walking out of the room with him.
Odin sat back down on his throne and held a hand over his chest..
The man had been correct.. he was not mortal, for if he was he would surely be dead..

Freya laid him down in a bed she had had Frei prepare.. The girl did nothing but
stand at the entrance all day so she was excstatic to have been given a role.
Freya disrobed him, folding his clothes neately and placing them ina nearby chair.
She proceeded to tend to his wounds as her lord had bade her.. thought she
really should have had Frei do this as well but it had slipped her mind..
She wrapped his upper injuries and reached down to treat one on his leg but hesitated..
she could see his manhood clearly and it made her uncomfortable..
She reached past it to treat him but let her hand slide along it as she brought her hand back, to which it
responded by growing a little..
Freya covered him quicly and turned around towards the doorway.. she should not have done that!
Lord Odin told her that such impure thoughts were only meant for those who dwelled in midgard..
Her face reddened and she quickly walked out the door holding her hand.

Peyton awoke not long afterwards to find the young woman Frei in the chair beside him staring a
the ceiling. He sat up, looking around.. where was he? Then he remembered.. he was dead..
Frei looked at him and smiled, "up already? your quite the resilient one aren't you?"
He felt a little breezy and looked underneath the covers to find he was nude..
He looked at her, "um.. you wouldn't happen to know where my clothes are would you?"
She nodded, "mmhm, I sent for them to be washed and seen too, they smelled awful and
were ripped".
"Can I.. have them back?"
Frei frowned, "I can't give you wet and ripped clothes silly, you'll have to wait.. unless.."
She looked at him slyly..
"unless you want to run naked across the castle for all the gods to see.."
He sighed and laid back down, shaking his head.
She came over and stood above the bed, resting a and on his arm.
"Don't worry, they'll be done soon, i am sure, stay and rest for a while!"
He sighed and closed his eyes, falling back asleep.

Frei's attention went from him to the figure that stood in the doorway, it was Freya..
"What's wrong Freya? did you forget something?"
Freya came through the doorway, stopping in front of the bed.
Frei looked at her and went for the door, "Well since your back i'll go, see you!"
Freya turned and closed the door, looking back at him, a hand going to her sword.
How dare the filthy mortal make her have imure thoughts? she would show him!
She pulled the sword free and fell forward, wanting to scewer the man..
His eyes shot open and he spun up, grabbing her sword hands wrist and pulling her down,
holding her underneath him. Freya struggled as he pried the blade from her hand and threw
it sideways, away from her. He looked down at her, threateningly.
"What the hell woman, what is your problem?"
She struggled until she felt something poking her, he had become erect..
Peyton felt himself geeting hard... what the hell was wrong with him?
Then he felt somethign else besides lust.. a darkness creeping out from him.
He could feel evil power seep from him now, could even see it slightly..

He released her and she jumped from the bed, facing the wall.
"sorry.. I don't really have control over it.."
Freya looked back over her shoulder at him.
"Why do you feel that?"
He gave her a quesitoning look, "feel what? lust?"
Freya nodded, "yes.. lust.. the craving of flesh in a romantic way.. why?"
Peyton shook his head.. he didn't really know the exact reason.
He scratched the back of his head nervously.
"well.. I guess it's just what humans do.. mostly men, they find alot of
pleasure in sex.."
Freya thought to herself, before turnign around to him.
"Show me", she commanded.
He was taken aback by her upfront command, had he just told
him to do what he thought she had?
"um.. I don't really think I can.."
Freya scowled at him, "and why not?"
He started listing ailments..

"um.. I have a headache?"
~"I doubt it"~

"Tired?"
~"you just awoke from sleeping.."~

"I'm shy?"
Freya laughed.

Freya's scowl grew further..
"If you will not do so willingly.."
She waved her hand over her, then away.. Her armor and clothes seemed to melt away.
His eyes went wide and he scooted back a little bit..
"Can't we just cuddle? mortals do that too.."
Freya shook her head, "Afraid not little man!"
Then she was on him.. he had never seen such an aggressive woman..

She had listened to the Einherijhar Arngrim's explination of the
sexual act several times. she had been curious and would ask him about it
(which he seemed all to eager to answer to).
This was the first mortal she had actually engaged in such a way, and
she thuroughly enjoyed his reluctance. She was the one in control here,
and she loved to have a large degree of control in everything she did..

She sighed and laid back, Arngrim had been right.
It was not the most pleasurful thign she had ever done but it had been close.
She rolled over to find they had not been alone..
Frei and Lenneth stood beside the bed as well.
Frei was covering her face and laughing while lenneth had a hand in front of
her eyes as she looked away.
Freya held the cover up to cover herself.
Lenneth looked down at her, "did you have fun?"
Freya grinned to herself before answering.
"You could say that.."
Lenneth smirked as she motioned to Peyton,
"Good, because one of you should".
Freya looked back at him to find he was stairing at the cealing with a
frightened look on his face.

Freya waved her hand over his eyes, he didn't blink..
She stood up fro mthe bed, snapping her fingers and becoming dressed.
She smirked as she walked out of the room.
Lenneth sighed and looked down at him.
"she can be a bit.. aggressive.."
Peyton sat up and looked at her, "you think?"
She just shook her head and said, "Get dressed, Lord
Odin wishes to speak with you once more."
She then turned to frei.
"Give the man his clothes".

Lenneth talked to him with her backed turned as he got dressed.
"We have made some improvements to your clothing, we gave you
some mythril chainmail as well as repaired your robes."
She was right, his robes were completely fixed and looked brand new!
She stopped him before he walked out of the room and looekd to frei.
"Take him to the bathing room, he should wash and make himself presentable before
seeing Lord Odin again.."
Frei nodded and took him by the hand, "This way Peyton!".

He stood before Odin once again, this time he had washed thoroughly and shaved
his stubble of a beard. He looked much younger than he had appeared before..
Odin rested on his throne just as he had before, this time
holding a strange sword in his hand, lazily.
He looked down to Peyton and sat upright.
Peyton nodded, "Odin.."
Odin stepped forward, presenting the sword to him.
Odin smiled..
"I believe you lost this on your way here".
It was a different kind of sword that he used, it had the same
feel as the phantom edge but it did not look anything like it..
This blade was covered across its sharp edge with runic symbols.
The back looked to be covered in some sort of.. coccoon would be the
best way to describe it, as and offshoot of it also ran up the arm
protecting it from attack... it was significantly lighter as well..

Peyton grasped its hilt, turning it over in his hand to look at it.
He looked up at Odin, "wow.. what's this for?"
Odin smiled warmly down at him.
"I wanted to make sure you lasted a bit longer before you came back to Asgard this time.."
He was confused.. was he going somewhere?
Odin sensed his confusion and remarked, "It has not been so long that you
have forgotten where you are has it?"
He stared at him before he realized what the god meant.. he had completely forgotten
that he was deceased!

How could he have forgotten that, he could not have been here that long..
Odin went back to his throne and sat down.
"You will need it for your return".
He looked around.
"You can really send me back?"
Odin nodded, "I believe your soul is strong enough to allow it..
Freya has requested to take you back in Lenenth's steed."
Peyton became nervous at that statement..

They touched down not far from the shrine..
Freya turned to him and spoke.
"You must make sure not to die this time!"
He looked at her quesitoningly, "What do you mean by that?"
Freya stepped forward and kissed him aggressivly before stepping back and
shimmering out of sight...
It was now night.. and the mist had begun to enclose around the village again.
Grinning to himself he walked towards the house in the distance..

Cassandra and Sophitia sat on the leather couch in their home, Rothion was staring into the fire.
She had told him of what she had done long ago.. Rothion had known.
He said he had forgiven them a long time ago and didn't know why the were keeping it secret,
he considered the man like a brother to him and could not hate him.. that and with his
current sacrifice..
Tira was also there, though not staring at anything in particular, she was crouched in
a corner away from everyone.
No one would speak of Peytons death because the children had awoken and were asking where he was..
Cassandra covered her eyes and cried as Sophitia sighed.

The silence was interrupted by a knocking on the door, no one would get up to answer
it though. The knocking continued for several minutes before the doorknob turned and the door slowly came open,
A man in a black robe walked slowly into the room.. Pyyrha and Patroklos looked up and smiled, rushing to the man
and jumping up and down. Cassandra, Sophitia, Rothion, and Tira all looked up in utter disbelief..
Peyton looked aorund the room, faking a suprised look.
"Hey.. whats with the sad faces? did someone die?"

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