Addictive Rimeshade by Poppet

Author:Poppet [Poppet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00IA3CSIQ
Goodreads: 20745337
Publisher: Thorstruck Press
Published: 2014-02-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Heroes tread Hel-way;

Heaven is cloven.

~ Völuspá

Lara:

My voice is vapid when I whisper, “Is hel evil? Is it bad?”

Turning me around so I'm facing him, he looks me straight in the eye, saying, “No. Not ever. Why would anyone accept 'god's' afterlife prison if they knew they could stay here without a toll to pay, without having to die again in his next battle? He's turned many away from this freedom, keeping them enslaved to his ego because he instilled in them fear of me, and Hel.”

I'm tired and threadbare, emotional, irrationally so, as if I've been through too much, encountered too much, been conquered, yet it's not that bad. I can make no sense of my current state.

Wishing I could sit again, instead I lean against him for strength, saying softly, “Why am I here, Leug?”

This time he hugs me tight, burying his face in my hair, whispering into my ear, “I can't be the stile anymore Lara, forced to watch them soar because they were provided a bridge to complete their journey. For once in this infernal existence I need to be the destination. Just once I need the journey to end with me.”

“Stop with the riddles. Speak plainly because I'm exhausted and need to know why I'm enduring this.”

Pulling back, cupping my face in his warm large hands, he kisses my mouth, standing straight to stare down at me, our gazes intercepting soul to soul when he says, “It was a strange joy when I fell inside your heart. It was not a prison, it became freedom. You are the answer to every question I never thought to ask. You are my cup of love. You are the essence I have sorely missed.”

And just like that, an intense man speaks words my spirit can understand, words enveloping the intention my spirit craves. My heart resounds to the declaration with the same resonance. We are more than lovers, we are instantly one, in love, twisted together to create a resilient strand instead of individual fragile threads.

He releases me, taking my hand and folding his around it as if I'm precious, saying, “You said it yourself, a snake won't eat the dead. Here the deceased are safe of all threat and his harvesting of souls every wildhunt, Jörmungandr ensures their safety. Hell is a place of refuge, not Odin's afterlife bootcamp. This is the only afterlife realm where the dead can find peace, and the living doubly so. You work with the dead every day of your life Lara, why? Because you crave the peace found in the underworld, here in Hel. Because the company of the dead offer you something you can't, and haven't, found with the living. Because you desire the unconditional love inside this realm. Because we are alike, you and I. Twinspirits. Entwining our spiritual rings creates our infinity. You understand my willingness to harbor the dead and grant them rest, because you do it too. We are destined. You are the answer to an eternity of prayers.

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