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Hammer of Darkness Ch. 01

By: BigCoreySKR





Hammer of Darkness Ch. 01



Oleg stared from Kor to Logain in surprise. The three Warriors hadn't heard the conversation between Kor and Oleg, and had apparently been told by Grym to prepare to fight in his name. The three warriors had fanned out, not using the bottleneck, and were beating their weapons on their shields and chanting Gryms' name. The first soldier of the enemies army came howling down on the three sons of the Gods. Tyl and Kain fought back to back, covering each other, stabbing and smashing a path through the enemy. Anyone that Kains mace didn't smash to death was cut down by Tyls sword. The sun shining against the bright steel of their weapons and armor was a blinding sight to enemy and watcher alike. If anything, they looked more like children of Mor-Thain, Bringer of Light than children of the Dark Eyed Lord. 

Logain was a different story. He actually looked a son of the Dark God. Covered in his darksteel armor, the black cave bear cloak, his black hair and black beard, and the gore-covered darksteel Ryne, the only color on him was his glacier blue eyes and his skin. He had a simple circle shield decorated with the Battle Bear, and it already resembled a giant target, and Logain broke the shafts off the countless spears and arrows in it with the axe head of Ryne many times. He slaughtered dozens of men, smashing and slashing them in turn like his Blood-Brothers until no servant of the New God stood to defy him. When his last enemy fell, a centurion in the enemy army, Logain roared up to the sky, pounding the haft of his weapon on his shield screaming Gryms' name to the sky and the other Gods in Heaven. When a priest of the New God began making the signs of his Jaynus against Logain, Logain walked over to the wounded man and began to take Ryne and pound the hammer side into his body. He began by breaking the legs and arms. Then he crushed the mans ribcage. As the bloody froth of the Priests last breath rattled free from his lips, Logain sliced his head free from his neck with one stroke. Scooping the head of by the hair, he turned and offered the head to Grym, the Dark Eyed God. 

Oleg heard a sigh. Turning to look at Kor, he seen sadness in the Gods eyes. "What's wrong Kor?"

The Storm Shepherd sat silently for a moment, thinking. "You know what kind of God I am Oleg. I am a God of Storms, Of Battle, of Honor and Strength. Grym handles the senseless bloodshed and death aspects. My brother has always relished in the blood that is shed in his name, while I have always thought it left a bitter taste. Look at Logain. He is my son. Whether he likes it or not. But you would think he was Grym reborn, the way he gets covered in blood and gore and treats it as a sweet perfume. My nephews at least, seem to know that not all in life is Bloodshed, while Logain hunts for wounded to kill, they give thanks to Grym for letting them fight hard. Come Oleg, now is the time to claim the children of the Gods."

Grym watched his dedicated with a gleam in his Dark Eyes. His two blood sons, they worried him not. They could kill proficiently, had sent dozens if not hundreds to his hall, and that was good. Now Logain was a different story. Dedicated to him, son of his older brother, and a ruthless killer, slaughterer, mangler, destroyer of what the Gods had created in the bodies of men. Grym had named him Logain the Unmaker in his head, for that is what Logain did. He UN-made mens bodies, like the Forge of Andro had made them in the beginning. His sons gave thanks, Logain looked for more Blood to shed, more blood to paint the steps to Gryms' Hall. He loved it. He watched Oleg and Kor come down the side of the hill on foot, and Grym teleported to them, with his mouth open as soon as he appeared. 

"So the Grymsborn save the day for the Dragonbane Clan again. I saw no Wolves of Kor on the field at this last part of the battle. Mayhap they walked back to their Warrior Hall, tail between their legs?" Grym gloated at his brother, who bared it with a remarkable patience, "Ah, but it does my heart good to see my warriors kill so well. There will be plenty of slaves to feed my Warriors in my Hall tonight."

Logain and his brothers went to one knee and bowed their heads. This was a moment they had never thought they would see, their God praising them and they still alive. Grym walked forward and placed his fell hands on Tyl and Kain's heads. Patting them gently he spoke. 

"My two sons. Not just orphans of the Grymsborn, but sons in truth. For it was I, Grym, the Dark Eyed, the Fell Handed, Flesh-eater and Blood-Drinker, who made your mother pregnant and created you. You are my sons, and I will have you in my hall, at my high table."

Tyl and Kain looked at each other. A Demi-God had not been born in many years, but it was no so uncommon in those times. But to be Gryms son, to have to live in his hall.... They did not want this honor. Before they could speak, Logain looked up. "What of me Lord? I do not want to be separated from mine brothers, and I have sered you well."

Grym leered at Logain. "Aye boy, you have killed well. But your father here, he says he has claim on your blood for his hall, not I." Kor looked at Grym. "I wanted to tell him, not you. You knew this Brother. You overstep your bounds." "I have no bounds, and will talk as I wish. I am no dog to be muzzled, Brother," Grym said, his voice dripping acid. 

Logain looked to the other God. He was tall, and muscular. He had red hair and beard, unlike Logains own black. But he had the blue eyes that Logain had, and he said he was father. The only God Logain knew that carried a hammer and was Gryms brother was Kor, The Storm Shepherd, father of the Wolves of Kor, a Warrior sect the Grymsborn fought with many times. This was not possible! His mind cried. He heard sounds and snapped out of his thoughts. Kain and Tyl were telling Grym they would not leave their brother behind. Logain didn't want them to leave either, they were truly all he had. He stood and faced Grym, his God, who he had killed and faced Death for. Gripping Ryne tight he commanded the God. 

"Let go of mine brothers Fell-Hand!"

Grym chuckled. "Only a moment ago, you were ready to accompany them. I will take my sons, Logain Korsson, little wolf pup, not a bear cub as thought. This is mine right, and you will not stop me."

Logain cried out as the ground opened up, and the Vargskilli, Gryms darkest servants, dragged his brothers into the Earth to Gryms Hall. He could not wrap his mind around his brothers being gone. Lifting Ryne, with a savage howl, Logain ran at Grym, not heeding Oleg and Kor's cry to not do anything rash. He swung Ryne with all his might at the Dark Eyed God, and then as it struck, knew nothing. 

Kor and Oleg watched helpless. Kor knew what would happen. Grym would let Logain strike and the resulting power unleashed from Gryms magic shields would cause an explosion of power. When the weapon struck, it happened exactly like that. Logain lay on the ground, and Kor was sure he was dead. Then they watched, in shock, as Logains chest moved in life. 

"Well Kor, I believe your little boy has tricks up his sleeve. Bah!" Grym spat on the ground, and cloaking himself in shadows, disappeared to his own dark realm.

Oleg looked from God to son. By all rights Logain should be dead. HE should have been laying in his own blood, bones broken, not merely passed out and not breathing. Oleg looked to Kor as he sighed. 

"Well Oleg this isn't good." "What isn't good? What is going on here? HE should be dead! Or at least dying! Surely not breathing."

Kor walked over to his son and looked down at him. "It is because he is not mortal. I feared for this. Logain is not a Demi-God. He had no mortal parent. Logain is a full god, and him attacking Grym has unleashed all the powers and immortality inside him that the Smith God locked away." 

Oleg hit his knees. This was so shocking, so different from anything he knew. He felt a great pain in his left arm , and then the pain spread to his chest. HE choked out a cry and Kor ran to him. Looking into Oleg's eyes, Kor felt the heart attack. "Ahh mine Brother. You join my Hall soon. Peace Brother, there is a place for you there." 

With that, Oleg, one of the last great Warrior-Priests, passed into the next world and ascended to Kor's Hall high in the Thunder Clouds. Kor looked at the body of the great mortal he had named friend and brother. This was why Kor hated the love he had for the mortals of this world. They would die and he would not, they would die and be stuck in a Gods Hall until the end of the world. He sighed heavily, making a storm cloud carry Oleg's body away to peace. He then turned to deal with his newest problem. 

A son. Kors last son had been born three hundred years ago, and had turned out to be a weakling unworthy of anything, an Oath-Breaker and Murderer. When he had died, Kor had personally escorted him to the Hall of Arathrak, the Torturess. The boy had deserved it, but he swore vengeance on Kor when they fought at the end of time. Hopefully this son wouldn't turn out like that. Then again, this son was pure God, even though he didn't know it. What would he be a God of, Kor wondered. There was no telling, and no way to know unless Kor asked Wotan his father, the All-Knowing and All-Seeing. Kor started to study the boy. He was tall, fair of face, with a coal black beard and hair, filled with braids and free-flowing hairs in both. Kor could see tattoos on his body as well. The weapon the boy had created, his Ryne, lay in small fragments from striking the Dark Eyed Gods mail. It was fine. Kor had just a weapon for this boy, if he would take it. Leaning down, he started patting Logains cheek. 

"Come on boy. Wake up. You can do it."

Logain's eyes never opened. He grabbed Kor, his fathers arm, and threw him over. Rolling with him, he planted his knee in Kor's chest and raised the shattered handle of Ryne. 

"WHY!?!?!?!?! WHY DID YOU LET HIM TAKE MINE BROTHERS?!?!?!?!?!"

Kor looked up at his monstrous son calmly. HE reached up and broke Logains grip on his mail and threw his son to the ground. Sitting up he looked at the boy.

"Look here. First things first. I am Kor. I am your father. You are Logain. You are my son. Now. Be quiet so I can explain things to you, where you stand in the world, how you came to be. Agreed?"

Logain desperately wanted to here these things. Even if he did not believe either God about his this whole thing, it still felt good to the orphans heart to be called son by someone. He settled down at looked at the God. He removed his bear fur and placed is down on the gravelly ground as a seat, and sat himself upon it. 

"Well, are you going to tell me or what?"

"You're an arrogant bastard aren't you?"

Kor looked at his son and smiled. He may be arrogant, angry, and a crazed warrior, but Kor already liked the boy. Reminded him of himself when he was younger, before he had been raised to a God by his father.

"Well, here is the basic story, for I know the Grymsborn are not taught religion other than that of Grym. Eons ago, when Wotan, your Grandfather, walked across the stars..."



Hammer of Darkness Ch. 02



Wotan the Great was the first off all of us. The Star-Walker, Dragon-Killer, Sea-Drinker, The One-Eyed are all names for him. He has done these things to earn his names. He was created from Nothing, He merely is. He walked the stars to find his own home. He came to a world, the likes of which he had never seen. The sky was blue, the oceans deep, the mountains high and the grass green. Wotan stepped down onto this world and pronounced it good.

What Wotan did not know, was this world was already inhabited. A great evil lived here, a star walker like Wotan. But as Wotan was Light and Love, this Creature was Darkness and Hate. The creatures name was Marin. She was a evil creature, with four arms and a necklace from the skulls she had collected across the Star-Walk In her right eye was ice, in her left eye fire. The duality of her spirit alone was enough to make her insane. But a thirst for blood that equaled the stars, and a taste for pain that equaled the universe made her even worse. See, Marin loved Pain. She loved the feel of it, the pulsing in a wound, the release of her own blood. 

Wotan had no quarrel with this creature, for he knew not her evil. She was a shape shifter, and could make her shape pleasing to Wotan's eye, and she did on numerous occasions. He thought her charming, passionate, and his equal in many things. Wotan sent for his sons and daughters, they had been on other worlds that he had visited, waiting on the time their father found them a new home. When the sons of Wotan, Grym, Haslin the Keeper of Knowledge, Bjorn the God of the Hunt and Forests, Myself, and Balki the God of Honor and Faith arrived, we were greeted by our sisters for the first time. There was Alisha the Golden Haired, Goddess of the Harvest, Rissa the Goddess of the Sea Creatures, Anja the Goddess of Mothers and Virgins, Elise the Goddess of Love and Fertility, and Jakyly, Goddess of Womens Wrath and Women Warriors. 

Marin was not happy with these developments. She had no problem keeping Wotan to herself in this world, but she did not want to share power or be a mother to us young Gods. She wanted no part of it. So in secret, as Wotan slept, she drew a mouthful of his blood and used her dark magics to craft her own children. She made the trolls, the Ogri tribes that attack men and steal there blood and bones while they still scream, and she made Dark Gods. Grym is known as the Dark Eyed, and a Fell Hand, but he is fair, and he knows honor. Marin made evil, twisted things. Boari the Blood Thirsty and Flesh Tearing was her first son. She made Arathrak, the Torture Queen, the Pain Lover. Her thirst for her own pain is greater than Marin's, but she loves Wotan as her father with all her sick heart, so the other Dark Gods fate was not hers. Then there were the Twins, Alpi and Dalpi, Alpi was a God who believed in Sick Power, rape, bondage, blood letting as a sexual incentive. Dalpi on the other hand, she is Decadence and Hedonism, every indulgence she uses for her pleasure. The two rarely use the same methods though. 

The last two children were the strangest. One, Wotan's Blood, Dark Magic and the metal minerals in the cave Marin did her magic, made Andro, the Great Smith God. He is a creator not a destroyer, and Marin threw him to the side, to discard him, and his leg was maimed in the process. He makes all the Gods metal, and things of other materials, that you would never believe. All good races of Kyn result from Andro's tinkering, even men. The other child was a result of this, see The Torture Queen was screaming, because Boari had bit her, and was tearing off strips of her flesh on her ribs and she was screaming in unbridled desire but also great pain. These screams woke Wotan, and he ran to see what this thing was. As he strode across the world, he seen the light from Marin's spells coming from a crack in the roof of the cave. Taking a large rock, he smashed it into the roof of the cave. By doing this, he mixed the light from his own shining radiance with her dark magics. The child born from this was Mor-Thain, the Bringer of Light. He was his father and mother combined. One half of his hair is dark black, the other half is shining gold, one eye is pitch black, one if bright blue, like the summer sky. He sits in the sky at night as the moon and in the sky during the day as the sun. These three children of Marin, The Torture Queen, Mor-Thain and Andro are the only ones that were not resigned to warring with their mother against us and Wotan. Wotan chased Marin and her remaining children from the cave and called for his children to arms. 

But Marin had foreseen something like this happening. She had already hid the weapons we had brought from our homes to this new world, and Wotan had left his own weapons on his last world, because he wanted to create his new life in peace. As the implications of fighting these monsters without weapons began to set in, Andro spoke to us, and offered to make the weapons if we brought him metals. The Gods searched far and wide, and we brought the metals we wanted our weapons to be made of. Grym had his axe made from Dark steel, My hammer was made of Star steel. Many other Gods had many different things. Wotan used Starlight and the crushing of the Ocean's chasm's for his spear. Mor-Thain used Sunbeams and Moonlight. Andro forged great weapons for the Gods from what we brought him. Then the Gods went to war against the Dark Bitch and her children. 

We fought for many years, and did many things to win the war it seemed we would never win. We finally opened a rift between this world and the next, Balki and Jakyly sacrificing parts of themselves, Balki his hand and Jakyly her left leg to open this rift. The Dark Bitch and her Children were drawn into this rift, and have tried to escape ever since....."

As Kor ended his story, Logain looked at him. He studied this God who said he was his father, and who told him to story of what was supposedly his family. Wiping his hands on his leggings, even though they weren't sweaty, he looked to his father.

"So what do we do now? Can I go back to being human?"

Kort sighed, "Son I don't..."

"I think the boy should meet the family before he makes any choice." A new deep voice rumbled. Kor and Logain both jumped up, Kor at a rigid stance of attention and Logain with his hands in fists ready to fight. There was a huge man standing there, surrounded by light. Logain had always thought himself large, and this was true. But the man standing in front of him had left huge and gigantic behind several years ago. He had white hair, and a white beard so long it was tucked into his belt. He wore fine armor of gold, and Logain could see the empty socket where a eye had once sat. The man carried a spear with a haft easily 25 feet long, with a spear blade at least 5 feet long. The man's hands alone were the size of Logains head. 

"Well boy, are you going to say high to your Grandfather or not? For that is what I am. Speak boy, or did your father's blood make a simpleton?"

Logain's anger boiled over, as temper was something he had never had a great handle on controlling. 

"Simpleton you may think I be, but at least I have both my eyes, GRAND-Father. Old men like you are usually dead by now in my Clan, well except the cowardly ones who run away from a fight that is."

Kor sucked in a breath. His son was an idiot, and needed to learn to control his temper. Kor vaguely hoped his father was in a good mood today, and judging by the twinkle in his eye and the fact he was smiling, he might just be. Wotan finally laughed out loud at his grandson. 

"Well, aren't you a feisty little bastard. I like this one Kor, he may actually be worth something. But to answer your question, no you can't anyways. You aren't human. You are a God. I just need to find something for you to do. Therefore, you need to come up to the Great Hall, for a meeting of all the Gods and a feast. We shall decide what to do there. Do you accept? Whether you do or not, you will go."

Logain looked from his Father to his Grandfather. He sighed resignedly, then nodded yes. 

"Grandfather I have a boon to ask of you."

Wotan looked at Logain. "No, I cannot get your brothers back for you, at least until I talk to Grym and discuss the situation. He will not come to your feast, I have to set special audiences for my headstrong son." 

Wotan walked to Logain, as the boys shoulders slumped. As he walked to him, Wotan slowly shrank to his grandsons size. Putting his arm around him, Wotan gave the boy a squeeze. Kor walked over and joined his father, throwing his arm around his son.

"Come Logain," Wotan said, "Let us go to the Great Hall, and we shall discuss your future."

Logain nodded. Inside, he still felt a spinning maelstrom of anger and self loathing. He had let his brothers be taken. The only family he had known before this day, and he had let them be taken from him, like he was nothing. His honor, such as it was, was destroyed much like his beautiful Ryne. Everything that Logain was was gone. All he had was chaos and confusion in his life now. He had no weapon, no God he called his own, because he was being told he was a God. He could feel the powers that had been locked inside him begin to stir as they had been unlocked. He didn't know what to think of all this. 

He felt himself moving, not as in taking steps but like floating. As far as he was concerned, he couldn't care less. He had nothing. No more. Unless he could get his brothers back, he didn't care what he was the God of, he didn't want to live. Logain looked up, and watched as the Great Hall came into his view. The Gold thatch roof, the great doors of silver, coral and amber. This was were many warriors aspired to be, no matter what. It was the perfect home. All Logain felt was emptiness and coldness inside at the sight. He was here, and his brothers were languishing in Grym's Hall. Wotan threw open the great doors and yelled inside, "Prepare a feast and summon the Gods! A new God is in our midst, and honest Northmen God!"

Many hours later, Logain let his cup fall. He was very pissed at his new immortal tolerance to the dulling effects of the mead. Luckily, his Grandfather believed in having a never ending supply, literally, in his hall. There was a woman staring at him from across the table. They had not been introduced. Even Logain had to admit she was very beautiful, and he was very picky in his women, so picky he had only known a woman once. This woman was wearing a black and blue robe, which was giving him a hard time viewing her body. But what he could see was amazing. Coal black hair with tiny millions of blond threads in it, giving it the appearance of black marble with gold veins in it. She had pale skin, so pale he had seen darker moonbeams. Her eyes were what really attracted him and drew him in. They were much like he thought his own looked at the moment, filled with pain. But as his eyes were a glacial blue, her eyes were a verdant, forest green. They were the color of a lush plain of grass right after a rain when the sun was sparkling off of it. 

Logain shook his head and growled. He was supposed to be mourning. Not lusting. He pushed himself up from the table and staggered out onto one of the many verandas that came from his Grandfather's Hall. He leaned over the railing and took a deep breath, and caught the barest hint of cinnamon and a smell like the purple death flowers of the Mountains. They were beautiful, but very very deadly. He slowly turned towards the entrance to the building. There she stood, and as the cold wind of the mountain tops the Great Hall rested on blew through her hair and she looked at Logain threw her windblown hair with those eyes... He felt the strangest emotion. His heart broke for her pain, longed for her to look at him more, and beat harder and faster at the thought of making her his. He stared at her, and she laughed, and the sound ripped at him. Her laugh was beautiful, and musical, yet was filled with such pain, then she spoke to him. 

"So Warrior, what do you stare at? Am I that hideous that you must stare, shocked and repulsed beyond speech?" 

Logain grimaced, finally finding his voice, and used all his courage to finally talk. 

"No Lady, merely struck by a combination of your beauty, and my own hurt at the sorrow I hear in your voice." 

The woman looked at Logain and smiled, and the smile was crystallized pain it seemed to him, sharp enough to cut. Logain felt his heart lurch in his chest. So beautiful, in so much pain. He went to say something but couldn't. She looked at him and smiled again, but this smile had less pain in it. She walked forward and placed her hand upon his chest lightly, her fingertips barely resting on the skin at the top of his breastplate. She ran her fingers over the swirl of a tattoo Logain suppressed a small quiver in his muscles, as he felt the cool touch that sent fire threw his muscles. 

"So young God, what is your name? My name is Aria."

Logain sucked in a breath, trying to control his voice. "M-my name is Logain. It is a pleasure to meet you Aria. Are you a Goddess?"

Aria blushed. "Aye. I am. But I would not like to discuss it." 

Logain nodded. Everyone had secrets, he would respect hers. He looked at her hand, as it left a trail of cold fire over his tattoo lines as she traced them. She stopped and looked up at him, and Logain looked down at her. Aria took a shallow breath, her red lips parted a small bit and Logain could not resist himself. He was hypnotized, under her spell. She stretched her head up towards him, and Logain bent his neck down towards he face and parted his lips. He briefly touched his lips to hers, and when she didn't pull her head back, but instead pushed her lips into his, he kissed her more firmly. As she responded, Logain felt the fire and ice the kiss created. His hot breath and warm lips and her cold breath and cold lips created a unique experience for him. As she slowly wrapped her arms around him and Logain wrapped his arms around her, he felt himself get lightheaded from the feelings. He pulled her closer to him, until she was pressed against his chest. When they broke the kiss, she began to kiss and bite Logain's neck, and the cools little bursts or breath as she bit at his neck drove him closer to the brink. That is the point that Logains mouth betrayed his brain and body. 

"My Lady, if you don't stop that, I may not be able to control myself."

Aria pulled back and stared up at the warrior. He stood there breathing hard, cords on his neck standing out. He looked at her with a mixture or recently awoken lust, and lingering sorrow for his brothers in his eyes. She loved the look, the only thing she had ever seen that reminded her of herself. She smiled gently at his words. He had no idea how much she wanted him to lose his control and be hers, if not at least for this night, before he was told who she was. She wanted one night of peace and love, of the thing between a man and woman, even if she thought that when Logain found out she was The Torture Queen, he would never speak to her again. She looked at his neck, and licking her lips, leaned forward and bit his neck once again with a little pressure and nibbled and pulled. 

"Maybe I want you to lose control Young Warrior. Come with me, so we aren't a spectacle."

Grabbing his arm, she lead him up some stairs and out of sight, stopping so they could kiss every few steps. As they ran past a alcove to make there way to Aria's room, a pair of yellow eyes watched them from the shadows. As they shut Arias door behind them, a wolf padded out of the alcove and ran to his master, The Father of Wolves. Kor listened as the wolf told him what he had seen, and his face went pale. As he went to jump up and drag his son from that serpent woman, he was stopped by a look fro his sister Elise. She stared at him with more anger than he had ever seen in the Love Goddesses face. He sat down heavily, not the fact he had been stopped weighing on his mind, but the fact that his sister, the Goddess of Love, had stopped him. What could this mean for his son, and what would it mean for Arathrak? Kor was deeply disturbed. 

Meanwhile, upstairs in what Logain thought was Aria's chambers, Logain was holding Aria against the wall by her waist, as he kissed her and bit her neck. She moaned lightly, and that only made Logain's blood burn hotter. He stopped an looked at her as she writhed against him, making his manhood hard against her slowly grinding hips. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, slowly and teasingly scratching his scalp with her nails. Logain tilted his head back to enjoy the feeling, and when he exposed his neck, Aria began to leave sharp little bites over his neck. Pulling herself away, she stood a little unsteadily on her feet and began to undo Logains armor and strip him. She took off his chain mail and undershirt and began kissing and tracing the tattoo designs with her fingers and tongue. Logain picked her up and laid her on her bed, which was very large and roomy, covered in black furs and black silky sheets. Logain began to kiss every inch of exposed flesh he could, and began to take off her dress and robe, and used his mouth to explore the new skin he exposed. Logain slowly pulled the robe away from Aria and had her dressed pulled down enough to expose her light pink nipples. Placing his mouth on Aria's breast, he slowly took her nipple into his mouth and sucked at it as his hand played with her other nipple. Aria gave short, breathy cries as she felt the pleasure he was giving her. She lifted her hips and grinded her lower body against Logains manhood in his breeches. As he continued his pleasurable torture, Aria began to unlace the front of his breeches. As her pleasure mounted, she grabbed his head and scratched the back of his scalp and neck, and Logain felt shivers up and down his spine from the contact. As she scratched and bit at Logain, she lifted her feet and used them to work Logains pants down as far as she could. As his long and thick manhood pressed up against her wet womanhood, Aria let out a moan of pleasure. Logain looked at her and allowed himself a grin, and slowly letting his hand travel to her womanhood, which to his surprise was completely hairless, Logain began to stroke her womanhood and slowly drew her button from the hood it hid inside, and slowly worked it with his fingertips. When he felt as much wetness as he thought was good, because Logain wanted her very wet for he feared his size would hurt her, he positioned the head of his hard cock at the entrance to her womanhood. Looking into her eyes, Logain smiled as Aria leaned her up up and kissed him and and moaned for more. Slowly sliding in, Logain wanted to feel every inch of her wet channel. He slowly sank into her, feeling like he was sticking his cock into a tight, fiery hot vice. She was so tight and it had been so long... He began kissing Aria again as he bottomed out inside her. She slowly rolled her hips, and Logain moaned deep in his throat as he began to slide in and out of her. Aria locked her legs behind Logain's waist and looked into his eyes. 

"Take me young warrior. Make me yours for the night Logain! Make me yours!" 

Logain needed no further encouragement. At Arias urging, Logain picked up speed. Her tight womanhood made his blood boil, and the bites she placed on his neck and the tantalizing scratches she placed on his back drove him crazy. Logain looked into her eyes, and rolled over staying inside of her. As he looked up at his beautiful Aria, he gripped her hips and began to lift her up and down on his cock. As she ground her hips and tossed her head back and forth, whipping her hair around as she bounced up and down on his hard cock, Logain began to groan. Aria got a wicked smile on her face, and placing her hands on his chest, scratched down his muscled chest and abs, one scratch so deep at one point it drew a little blood. Leaning down, Aria ground her hips, grinding her clit against the base of Logains cock as she licked up the bloody scratch, placing her mouth by Logains neck. She then squeezed her muscles deep inside, and felt the shudder come through Logains body, and bit down on his neck hard, and she felt an orgasm when she tasted his blood again. What surprised her was as Logain came deep inside her, he bit down on her shoulder until he tasted her blood. Aria let her hold on Logains neck go as she screamed out loud in a even deeper orgasm, and Logains eyes felt like they would explode from the force of his. Aria collapsed on top of him, and Logain came close to passing out. As they laid together, Aria snuggled into Logain's chest, and he slowly ran his hand up and down her back. As the wind from the small holes that were in the walls came through and chilled the sweat on there bodies, Logain grabbed a fur on the bed and covered himself and his new lover, never taking his left hand from Arias back. As she cuddled into his chest and Logain laid his head on top of her own and breather in her scent deeply. He began to close his eyes and slumber when he heard her ask a question. 




Hammer of Darkness Ch. 02



"Logain? Will you stay with me tonight and not leave me before I wake up?"

Logain heard so much pain in her voice he involuntarily tightened his grip on her. She looked at him slightly widening her eyes. She had just realized that Logain was very strong. And she didn't know him that well, or what had come over her. Looking down, Logain looked into her eyes. 

"Beautiful Aria, I will not leave you tonight. I would even return tomorrow, if only to lay here with you and nothing more if you would allow me."

Logains heart swelled as Aria smiled at him. This was an actual smile, with real joy in it, and only a hint of sorrow. He wished he knew what that sorrow was from, but he would not force the issue. As far as he was concerned, she was with him, at this moment, and that was all her cared about, and all he would continue to care about. She was so beautiful, and her smell still intoxicated him. The sex had amazed him as well. It was like she knew what would excite him, and what to do. And it was like she was perfectly made for him. He drifted off towards sleep again, and smiled as she placed a small kiss on his lips and spoke to him. 

"Sleep well young warrior, my lover. I will be here tomorrow morning, and I will be waiting for you in our bed tomorrow night." 

Logain kissed her gently back, and began to sleep as she hummed a soft melody against his chest. 

"Sleep now Logain. I think Elise plays a trick on us, but I do hope you stay when you find out my true identity, and give me a chance to explain that the rumors are not as the others think..." Aria, better known as Arathrak the Torture Queen murmured into Logains chest before she cuddled with him and feel into a slumber of her own.



Hammer of Darkness Ch. 03



Logain rose with the sun. He stirred awake, and smiled in contentment when he felt Aria in his arms still. He had promised he wouldn't leave her, and she hadn't left him either. He gently stroked her back, feeling her smooth and soft skin under his calloused fingertips. She shivered delicately when he got to a certain spot, and he realized she was ticklish, which caused him to grin. He would have to remember that. Running his hand a little further down her rib, Logain felt, what to him, felt like scar tissue. Violent scar tissue. Moving the furs aside, he looked down to Aria's ribs. It looked like someone had bit great mouthfuls of her flesh from her ribs. As this thought ran through Logains mind, he remembered he father telling him about the Dark Gods. Especially about Boari tearing out the Torture Queens flesh with his teeth.

He looked down as he gently traced the scars. His father had said that Aria was evil. That she only loved to receive and cause pain. Logain couldn't help but think his father was mistaken. Other than her biting him, there had been no pain during the night. In reality, the biting hadn't hurt either; it had felt quite good to Logain. What if his father, and everyone else who thought Aria was evil, was wrong? What if she was as beautiful inside as she was outside and no one knew? Even if she had been evil, Logain had seen people change. A Goddess could surely change as well. It might just take them longer. Settling himself back down, he smiled as Aria cuddled closer to him and he placed the furs back over them to keep them warm. He would see the true side of this goddess, and that was that. He didn't notice that Aria was awake, and smiling.

She heard his great heart beating inside his chest, and a great heart it truly was. She had woken up when he tickled her, and she would get him back for that smirk when he realized she was ticklish, but had been awake the whole time he had his personal quandary. She wouldn't have faulted him for leaving when he realized who she was, her legend preceded her. She had been a horrible being when she had first come into existence in this world. The name Torture Queen had not been lightly earned, nor had it been lightly given. The other Gods did not know what had changed her, and only a select few knew she had changed at all.

Unlike many of her long lived adopted family, Aria was one of the few who ventured out into the world of men. She had seen with her own eyes the slave pits, the mass sacrifice by the people far to the south. She had seen the unbelievable crushing might of her own people, the Clans of the North, in battle with foes. On the reverse of the coin, she had seen unimaginable love and compassion within the mortal world. Things that had moved her heart, a loving couple, a happy mother, a gentle warrior. She could not continue being the creature she was, torturing people who were unfortunate enough to die from old age or sleep that made it into her hall. For the people that broke troth, who murdered and cheated their brothers and sisters, she had a special place in her hall reserved for them, this was true. Her whole home was no longer that though, as it had been when she was first given her position. There was light there, and there was some love. Placing her hand between her head and Logains chest, Aria began to drift off to sleep again. What could disturb her and her new lover here, in the Hall of Wotan himself? None would be so foolish.

With a great crashing, the doors to Wotan's hall were thrown open. Into the light strode Grym, as if this Hall was his own, and he was returning to find his servants lax in their duties. Wotan sat in his great wooden chair, and placed his hands on the arms and sighed. He had a feeling his day was going to be a headache, had seen it matter of fact, in the sight where his eye had once been. Watching his cocky son walk into the Hall, he noticed two young men following him, their skin ravaged from obvious tortures with hot metal tools. Standing, the great timbers of the Hall shook with Wotan's wrath.

"GRYM! What is the meaning of this? Do you torture those that served you in life now??

Grym laughed at his father's antics. Gesturing, he used his magic to pull his newest sons forward and drop them to their knees. Tyls head, it hung down, but the veins standing out on his head and arms were evidence of his fight against the magic. Kain, ever the outspoken brother, growled at his father and spat on the floor.

"To big of a weakling to bring us in with your own strength 'Father'? Unleash me, and I will beat the bastard out of you!"

Grym sighed, the picture of the struggling parent dealing with the petulant child. Twirling his finger, he lifted Kain into the air upside down and bashed his head into the floor forcibly. Kain fell to the ground, stunned. Tyl began to speak, and Grym slammed his hand towards the ground, and Tyl was smashed into the ground as if by the hammer of a Giant.

"I should have let them die Wottie; they are so damn hard to deal with! I swear. Now, what did you make me come all the way here for? I have business to take care of elsewhere. Come come, chop chop." Grym smirked at his father and the assembled Gods who were rapidly coming towards the noise from the Great Hall. Balki snarled and drew his great sword from the sheath across his back, and stalked towards Grym.

"I will make you eat the words you speak to Father, you black eyed piece of offal!" Roaring, Balki began to swing his sword at his brother when Wotan intervened.

"Balki, control yourself. There are not enough weapons in the world to teach your brother manners." Twitching his finger, Wotan used his magic to pull Grym into the air and pull his arms and legs as far as they could bend without breaking. As Wotan began to work a little fire through his sons' blood, Grym began gritting his teeth to hold in screams. Wotan did not take pleasure nor pride in discipline his son, but it must be done to keep his Godly children in line. As he slowly punished his son, Wotan began to speak.

"It disturbs me Grym. You throw power around like you will never be harmed, but I am your father, and I am stronger than you ever have been, and ever will be. Your tongue needs to learn to control itself, and your hands and power their mad grabbing and use. Do you understand? All I ask is a nod from you my son."

Staring at his father, Grym slowly nodded his head, and gasped and fell to the floor as his father unleashed the hold upon him. Looking at his other grandchildren, Wotan felt their pain in his great heart. "Haslin, Alisha, please help your nephews up, and take them to have their wounds treated." The green robed Goddess and the scholarly God rushed forward and helped their nephews up, and escorted them from the Hall to be treated. Wotan spread his arms, and his servants began to bring food to the banquet tables. As was custom with any great meeting of the Gods, a feast preceded the talks. The Gods and Goddesses sat down to eat, and Wotan tried to bring peace back to his Hall.

As Haslin and Alisha carried the brothers upstairs, Tyl asked the question of where they were going. Jolly red cheeked Alisha answered him readily enough.

"You have been tortured lad. Who better to supervise the healing of tortures wrote than the woman of tortures herself, the Torture Queen?"

Haslin and Alisha knew Aria's secret, and the looks of horror on the brother's faces would have been quite comical if not so horrified.

Aria and Logain were awoken by a polite knocking and a timid voice asking for Aria's assistance. Logain stretched his back a bit, as he heard Aria mumble into his chest about "intruders", "bashing", and "big, heavy pans". Chuckling, he lifted her up with himself as he sat upright in the bed. Kissing her neck, he murmured, "Wake up," in her ears. Swatting his chest gently, she groggily answered that she was awake, and extricated herself from the sleeping furs and stumbled to the door. Logain grinned; watching her walk away naked was truly a sight. She ruined it by grabbing a robe on her way to the door, but the sensual sway of her hips was still pleasurable enough. She cracked the door and poked her head out, and held a whispered conversation Logain couldn't hear. She then opened the door wide and a blond haired green garbed woman and a white robed scribe looking man brought to bodies in, badly abused but still alive. When the bodies were laid on the floor face up, Logains heart sped off at a thousand miles an hour. Forgetting his nudity, he jumped from the bed and ran forward, cradling his brother's head in his arm. He began crying, and Tyl and Kain began sobbing as well. The three Divine Beings stared at the scene for a moment. Finally, Haslin spoke in his timid voice, more suited for a library than any room with noise.

"Can someone tell me what is going on? The God of Knowledge doesn't really like being in the dark."

Laughing, Logain stood supporting his brothers. Looking to the others, he said,

"These are my brothers Tyl and Kain, taken from me by Grym. I know not how they came here, but it is indeed a joyous occasion."

Logain grinned, and then noticed Alisha's stare. Looking down, he went to put his hands in front of his manhood, and forgot his brothers were in his arms, and cracked their skulls together, quite on accident. Dropping Tyl and Kain, causing them to curse him, his family and his questionable choice in sexual partners mostly calling them goats, he ran to where his pants say and hurriedly put them on. His entire face and most available skin that was not covered was bright red from embarrassment. The blush was well worth it though when he seen Arias' smile and heard her laughter. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck gently. The look of shock and wonder on Haslin and Alisha's faces at that gesture was enough to make her laugh again, a merry laugh, with no twinge of sorrow to it, which in turn made Logain smile even bigger.

"Yes, if everyone is finished laughing at my brothers under-sized pecker, can we get some help? I think I have a concussion thanks to the lummox and I was bleeding to begin with."

"Kain, shut up, they are having a tender moment."

"TENDER?!?!?!? Let me get up Tyl, and I'll show the lummox tender."

Logain smiled at listening to his brothers bickering, and his laughter boomed out into the room. Aria reluctantly let go of him, and walking forward with her adopted siblings, spoke to the brothers.

"Well, we should get you healed then I believe. But only if you promise to not hurt my lummox too badly." As she said this, she looked over her shoulder and winked at Logain, and his heart swelled. Listening to Tyl and Kain's grumps and complaints only made him happier, it felt like he had a family and truly belonged somewhere for once. Grabbing his shirt, he watched as the two Goddesses healed his brothers, and he finally asked the question troubling him.

"Brothers how did you come to be here? Wotan said he couldn't give you back to me."

Spitting on the ground as Aria pulled the stitches through a particularly nasty cut, Kain spoke.

"Grym brought us, bound and fettered by magic. All you see was done to us by his own hands, with glee in his eyes and a smile on his face."

Looking at his brothers, Logain felt rage building inside of him. A small voice in the back of his mind couldn't help but ask if Aria had taught Grym torture techniques, but Logain ignored it as he threw open the door and ran down the stairs to the Great Hall. Looking up from the parchment Haslin was transcribing Aria's healing techniques on, he asked quizzically, "Where is he going in? There's a meeting going on down there."

Tyl and Kain sighed and tried to push themselves to their feet. With the support of Aria and Alisha, they began to follow Logain. Tyl is the one who answered the question posed to them.

"Oh that? That's Logains I'm running to breakfast at high noon in the middle of a massive battle buck naked and there is nothing you can do about it phase. He is so going to piss off the new Grandad."

Kain nodded his head, agreeing with half a mind as he observed Alisha's beauty and she observed his physique as well. Even though they were twins, she could see the differences between Tyl and Kain, and she had half a mind to claim Kain herself. At least for one bout of fun that is, and she thought that once he was healed, from the look in his eyes, he was more than up for it. Tyl had no desire for either of the women he was accompanied by; his heart had been stolen in the hall by a woman, nay a warrior like himself, with a mechanical leg of such wondrous design. Her burning eyes seemed to have forever imprinted themselves into his mind's eye, and he would never forget them. He hoped he would see her, to ask her name at least, before Grym dragged them back to the torture chambers of his hall.

As Logain ran into the doors that opened into the hall, they violently opened from his forced shoulder into them. As Wotan yelled at him to calm himself, Logain charged over the table and into Grym, tackling him into the ground and swinging his fists and howling as they uselessly bounded off of Gryms' magic shields. As Balki and Kor pulled Logain away, Wotan stood and slammed his spear butt into the ground, releasing a wave of power that quieted all and made all movement stop. Smiling, he spoke.

"Glad you could join us for the food Grandson. And ahh, here comes my other children with my other two Grandsons. Here, sit at these three seats by me young sons of the Gods, so we may talk." As the men were seated, Aria placed her hand on Logains shoulder and held him seated by her presence alone. This was not missed by any one in attendance. Alisha stayed by Kain's side, joking and flirting and refilling his plate and cup for him. Tyl ate and drank as the others talked, absentmindedly answering as he stared at the wild and free, and the fierce woman who had captivated his sight. She was to him a supreme beauty, and he would try to make her see him, hopefully.



Hammer of Darkness Ch. 04



Logain sat happily in his chair, stroking Arias hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. The looks the others at the table had given them had slowly petered off, the Gods and Goddesses and the other guests to busy talking to old friends and reliving old tales. The three brothers would have done the same, except for Tyl was quiet, staring at his plate or glancing down the table every so often, quick to change his view if he thought someone looking at him. Kain was too busy flirting with Alisha, and finding his flirtations returned in a way none of the women he was used to have done. Logain was too busy to really pay attention as well, Aria sitting on his lap with her head on his shoulder was a very... good distraction.

"Now my Grandsons, Many are here to meet you, and look upon your faces. For you Logain, are a new God. Tyl and Kain, you are the first demi-gods in over five thousand years. You are very... new. The first to meet you here will be Andro and his helpers. They forged the first man, and Andro forged you, Logain, from the blood of your father and the Four Winds."

As the last words left the mouth of Wotan, a heavy thump was heard. As the three brothers looked to the noise, a massive man was beheld. He was followed closely by five creatures, a goblin with a bandolier of hammers and chisels, a dwarf with massive arms and a leather forge apron on, a dark and light elf, both with small, quick fingers and engraving tools on their belts, and the last creature was a great Cyclops, whose muscular form was still dwarfed by the giant man who led this group. A great forge hammer was strapped to his back, and a complicated metal and leather brace kept his left leg strong and straight. Stopping in front of Logain, he stood, appraising Logain as he sat Aria on her feet and stood. Even with the benefit of the dais the table was on, the man still made Logain feel and look small. Finally, the God Andro, Maker of Men and Forger of the Blades, spoke his voice deep and smoked by many years in the forge fires.

"So my little project, you have grown and came into your powers. I remember the day I began your crafting. Tricky. Very trick you were, not wanting to bow to the whims of the hammer and fire. Just like you were all through your life. I am Andro the smith. These are my helpers, each who had a part in crafting you. They will introduce themselves and their part."

The goblin stepped forward first, tapping his long fingers on his bandolier. The little green man sucked on his teeth for a moment, his large, pointed ears seeming to fall a bit. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in the squeaky little voice of all Goblin-Kind.

"I am Boz Metalbone. You do not remember me Logain, but I am certain your bones do. I crafted the structure that your bones would follow until the day you ascended to God-Hood, and they will always follow that structure. I made them straight and true, with no cracks or bad joints."

As the Goblin spoke, he had looked over Logain, no doubt seeing the bones he had crafted so well, with love and devotion. Logain thanked the Goblin greatly; for he considered his bones a very good thing to have been made well, the massive armed dwarf stepped forward, patting his little Goblin friend on the back. Stroking his black beard, he looked over Logain as well, as someone examining something he had made, to decide if it was still a worthy piece.

"I am Robak Rockhelm. As my friend Boz made your bones, I crafted the muscles and tendons that power that foolish body of yours. I have watched, as we have all watched, the things you have put your body through. Consider yourself lucky your bones and muscles were crafted by a Goblin and Dwarf, because they were hardy enough to carry you through. Take care of my work, or I'll knock you on the head."

Logain grinned at the cranky dwarf. He thanked him as well for his work, for the strength in the muscles of Logain had saved him many times before. The elves stepped forward as one, which to the brothers was a surprise. On the surface world, Dark and Wood Elves did not have much to do with each other. The male Dark elf spoke first, the wood elf remaining silent for the time being. He stepped forward, his obsidian skin gleaming in the torch light, His silver eyes twinkled, and his white teeth and hair sparkled.

"I am Zetiveor Mooncurser. Forgive Robak, he's a little cranky. Well, a lot cranky but I digress. I played a part in your creation, mainly the crafting of your organs."

"EXCEPT THE HEART!"

"Shut up Robak. The heart is also an organ. Hush. Let me see... Ah yes. I not only crafted the organs that went into your body, but I placed the emotions in there as well. Your love, your anger, your compassion, placed there by me. I hope they have served you very well."

Logain thanked the dark elf especially, for without the emotions the dark elf had given him, he would have not gained but lost much in his life, and he would not have felt the connection to Aria that he valued now. The Wood Elf came forward, briefly smacking the Dark elf on the arm and murmuring to him, smiling slightly as he laughed. As she stood in front of Logain, she seemed to radiate life, the wild smell of the forest and the fields. She had feathers and leaves woven somehow into her deep, rich colored brown hair, and her green eyes sparkled.

"I am Eludraan Moonsorrow. I worked with Zetiveor, fine crafting your emotions. I also am the one that crafted your face, and made the colors that you use, in your hair, your eyes, the way your body is colored. You have messed with my work young one, by those tattoos and that broken nose. But alas, our creations do not stay perfect, that is the way of the world. But it seems the emotions given to you were well received by another, if I am the judge of you and the lady."

As she stepped back beside Zetiveor and grasped his open hand, Logain both thanked and apologized to the elf. She graciously accepted both, and then the Cyclops came to the dais. Reaching over the table, his large hands grasped Logain around the waist and lifted him into the air. Turning him this way and that, he sat him back on the dais, slightly stunned. The Cyclops turned to Andro and nodded, and that was all. Andro laughed at the confused look upon Logains' face.

"Forgive Urda; he is not for many words. He is my final helper, he who helps me bond all the separate parts together into the whole they become. He saw you were still held together, and he is fine with that. These are your crafters, for no one could create you. We merely made a vessel that you lived inside. You and your actions growing up created you Logain. Nothing else."

Logain bowed his head to Andro and his helpers. Urda merely walked away with Andro, and the two elves waved. Boz and Robak stopped for a moment to speak to Logain, inviting him to their quarters in the hall later, to enjoy dwarven beer and to tell stories of bravery and valor. He graciously accepted, there were many more people and creatures to meet, and each brother had their favorite. Learning the name of the wild woman who he was fascinated with was Tyl's favorite. Learning who she was, that disheartened him just a bit. What would the goddess Jakyly have to do with a demigod, the son of Grym at that?

Other than the attentions of Alisha, the favorite of Kain was meeting the leader of the Rangers. He had always been fascinated by them, the men and women of different races that patrolled the forests and mountains and helped the world stay healthy. The leader of the Rangers was a Wood Giant, a giant bark skinned man who looked like an oak. He only gave his name as Oakum. Besides Jakyly, Tyl had the great pleasure of meeting the leader of the Cyclops, a massive brute named Orxus. His speech betrayed an eloquence and dignity that you would not expect, and as Tyl later heard, he was an excellent bard, offering to teach Tyl his skills when he noticed the fascination the boy held.

Logain was fascinated by Ranga Doomoath, the King of the Mountains. Holding sway over the lands and kingdoms of both the dwarves and the rock giants (which he assured Logain was an interesting story about his parents), a creature with the muscular and bearded looks of a dwarf and the rocky body and height of a rock giant. He carried a massive mace on his back, a veritable destroyer of anything it hit. He and Logain spoke of blacksmithing, and Logain was invited into the Under Mountain, to work with the dwarves and rock giants whenever he had the time.

Finally, the meeting of people was over and done with. It had taken far longer than many had expected, because many had not expected the three brothers to ask questions of the people who wanted to meet them. They had expected them to be overwhelmed by the creatures or the majesty; instead, they had treated their visitors like they were people. If they had a position of high importance, they had treated them as such. The people that had come to the brothers as if they were comrades were treated as comrades. It marked the brothers as different. Many would have treated their guests like they were beneath them, for even though some were leaders of great factions and royalty of great kingdoms, the three brothers outranked them all. When the meetings were over, the fun could begin. Bards began playing, Orxus strumming a gitar, his deep bass somehow change to a fine singing voice, and Tyl slowly migrated to the Bard area, listening to their playing and watching with delight. Kain had talked with Oakum for a while, before disappearing, much to the consternation of Wotan and the delight of Logain. He knew his brother. He was either having a good time, or preparing a practical joke for the party. As the night wore on, Aria began to toy with the hair on Logains neck, trying to get his attention. When he looked to her, she bit her lip, making a looking motion upwards with her eyes, trying to get him to understand she wanted to go upstairs, she wanted her man. Logain may have looked dumb as an ox, but he could get that hit at least. Making his goodbyes, he decided to hell with what they would think, and scooped Aria up and began walking up the stairs with her head on his chest.

-Tyl's Night-

Tyl watched his brother walk by. Someone was getting lucky tonight. He mused, knowing Kain was most likely going to meet someone who would be agreeable. He would be fine with not having relations with someone tonight; he had always been the one who was more likely to go after love than lust. Logain wasn't lustful; he had just been too big for many of the women of their village to consider him. Kain on the other hand, if he had a talking goat say yes Tyl thought he may do it.

"So my little friend, do you know any songs that you can sing with us? It would be nice for a prospective bard to show us his voice."

Tyl was snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Orxus flabbergasted. He couldn't sing in front of these people! Some of them were legendary bards, known across the world. He was a nobody. He had been a warrior who liked to sing songs about sex and fighting in his spare time. He cast his mind for any song that he knew that wasn't ridiculous, and that he knew the words to.

"The only song I know very well is The Lament of Erik."

Orxus smiled. He knew the song as well, had actually been the man to write it. Tyl didn't know that, but it was a good solid song, and Orxus would be happy to test the voice of Tyl on it. As they began to play and Tyl to sing, he started off nervous, and his voice wasn't at its full potential. As his voice strengthened, Jakyly came over to watch their playing and listen, and his voice almost faltered again. As he looked at her from the corner of his eye, his voice strengthened, and Orxus knew what was happening. Tyl was singing for her, even if she did not know it. Tyl soft baritone sounded particularly fine as he sang the last verse. "You, don't, know me but you loved me anyway, I cast aside your heart and walked away, Now I realize what I have done, I wish I held your heart once more to start what never begun...."

Tyl ended the song, and took a deep drink from his cup. His throat was dry, and his throat felt scratchy it had been so long since he had sang, but he felt good, and happy. Looking up, he noticed the smile on many of the faces of the Bards. Looking to Orxus, the Cyclops stared at him.

"Yes, I think you'll do just fine as a Bard young sir. Just fine indeed."

As the music started up again, the dancing started. Tyl loved to dance, and many of the feminine creatures had to sit down, drenched in sweat and gasping as he danced to the music, until it eventually became a competition between the musicians and Tyl, how fast they could play, to if his dancing could keep up with the beat. The only one who had kept up with him so far was Eludraan, and she had stepped out of dancing with him to dance with her Night Elf companion Zetiveor. They danced to an entirely different beat, a beat they seemed to feel in their heads and hearts instead of the loud rambunctious music.

"So young God... Need a partner?"

"Sure..."

Tyl turned to accept his new partner when he saw who it was. It was Jakyly, and she held her hand out to begin their dance. He swallowed nervously, and then accepted it, and the true dance competition began. Many thought her impaired due to her leg, but Andro had created it himself, and it was as good as any normal leg. For a strong, agile and well balanced goddess, she had the full control over it and danced superbly. Tyl began to be taxed to keep up with her. Granted, he had danced much longer than her, and only been recently healed of his injuries. He rose to the challenge though, and they danced until the music suddenly stopped. Looking to the bards, they were shaking their hands and laughing as they massaged muscle cramps out on their arms, and the wind instrument players drew great gasps of air. The dancers had won this round.

Tyl stared at his partner, and offered a smile. They were both drenched in sweat, and panting heavily. The fierce woman smiled back at him, grabbing a pair of cups from a nearby table, she beckoned to him.

"Follow me young Tyl. I'd like us to talk, you and I." And that is exactly what Tyl did, following the beautiful Goddess to a table. As they sat, Tyl almost greedily drank from the cup. He was extremely thirsty, and it gave him time to think of what he was going to say to this woman he had been secretly staring at all night. As he ordered his thoughts, she spoke first. "I have heard of you young one. Don't look so surprised. I'm the Patron Goddess of Women Warriors. Your clan fought the Storm Weavers two years ago, and the Flashing Mothers fought in their ranks, a dedicated warrior cult, dedicated to me. They spoke highly of you and your brothers. Forgive me, I know which of you was Logain, but which of the Silver Ones was you? I was not watching that battle, I was preoccupied." Tyl spoke, amazed that he had mastery of his voice, and it did not come out squeaky or unmanly. He looked at the Goddess fully in the face for the first time since he had seen her, and began to talk, a small voice in the back of his head telling him he was about to start babbling.

"Kain carried a flanged mace, and I carried a long sword. It was designed like a broad sword, but longer than most swords. It had a hand and a half hilt, and a dragon leather grip. Double-edged, with a blood groove down most of the sword and its name etched into the blade at the hilt." Jakyly nodded. She stood, and Tyl was worried. He had said something stupid, and now she was going to leave, and he would never rectify his mistake of whatever he had said, and was never going to have a chance again. As she stood, she raised her hands over her head in an almost feline stretch, popping her back. Tyl was more interested in the fact that she was turned slightly to the side, and the fireplace across the way lit her up in a amazing way, turning her red hair into an extension of the fire it looked like, and her slightly sweaty body glistened in the fire light. Tyl felt his mouth go dry, and any words he thought to speak fled his head. She looked down at him and smiled. Many though Jakyly cold and distant, far more interested in battle and death than anything else. But they were wrong. She just merely wanted more of a relationship than a one night stand like some. She recognized the look in his eyes, because when she had heard him sing and watched him dance, she had much the same look in her eyes.

The look of happiness on his face as he danced with his eyes closed was almost enough for her to kiss him on the spot. She had restrained herself barely. She wasn't supposed to feel like this about someone she hadn't officially talked to or really knew anything about. She didn't believe in any feelings besides lust or dislike at first sight, though her sister frequently preached of love at first sight, but then again, she was a love Goddess. That was kind of her job. Jakyly had the job that was more along the lines of fighting and having fun. She loved to hunt, to dance, to run through the woods barefoot after a thunderstorm. She enjoyed her life. She was slightly worried, because if this turned into anything, the feelings inside her developed, she may lose that. She had no idea what Tyl liked. But she planned to find out. "Let's go Tyl. This place is too crowded and loud for my tastes, and you need some new gear. That shirt doesn't suit you, and you need a new sword as well. Would you like to come with me to get you some new belongings?"

Tyl nodded, and stood. He couldn't think of anything to say, just followed Jakyly as they left the great hall. She didn't speak much either, as a matter of fact, she had probably said more to Tyl in one night than she had spoken to anyone in the past year. They walked out of the stifling hall onto the steps, breathing in the cold night air as the stars twinkled over head. Suddenly, Jakyly tapped him on the arm and ran.

"Catch me if you can!"

She yelled over her shoulder as Tyl gave chase. She ran swiftly, her hair streaming over her shoulder. She usually wore it in a business like braid, but had undone it because of the dancing tonight. Jumping stones and fallen trees, she ran swift and sure footed like a doe through the woods. Quite agile for a man his size, Tyl closely followed her, clearing greater jumps than she could and ducking and dodging trees and branches like he had been born to this forest. She smiled briefly looking over her shoulder at him. He looked like a forest Wight, slipping in and out of the trees chasing her. She realized he was making even less noise than her in these woods, her smile returned and bigger, but as she turned her head to look forward, she tripped, falling to the ground and rolling.

When she had fell, she had been at the tree line, so she fell into a clearing, rolling until she lay still on her stomach, waiting with baited breath to catch his next move. He jumped the very log she had tripped on, landing perfectly and turning in a way she would have trouble turning to come to her side sliding to her on his knees. The concern in his eyes would have been funny if she hadn't been trying so hard not to laugh. She was a Goddess. It'd take more than a fall to hurt her.

"Jakyly? Are you ok?"

Tyl was having a moment. Placing his head ear down on her back, he heard her steady heart beat, slightly elevated from their run. Lifting his head, he caught the faintest sight of a smile on her face. She was teasing him! His eyebrows knitted and he looked at her eyes. He could see she was barely peeking out of them now. Scooping her up, he ran to the little creek in the clearing, wondering how far she would let her little act go. When she hadn't moved, he gently dropped her in the ice cold creek water.

"HOLY MOTHER THAT'S COLD!"




Hammer of Darkness Ch. 04



Jakyly yelled as she bolted from the creek bed. The water was ice melt, so it was as cold as the glaciers on the top of the mountains. She stood in the silver light of the full moon, dripping wet and slightly shivering. Tyl was trying to keep his laughter quiet, but was failing, and that made her even matter. Stalking over to him, she drew back and decked him straight in the jaw. Tyl crumpled to the ground, for all purposes looking knocked out cold. Jakyly knelt beside him, trying to make sure he was alright. She was a lot stronger than she looked, and was scared she had really knocked him out. Out of nowhere, his large arms wrapped around her and pulled her a close. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes.

"Not so funny when you think someone's hurt huh?" He said softly, lost in her eyes. They were a stunning green, and they flashed her emotions like a window, changing as swiftly as quicksilver. She shyly looked down, and her green eyes hidden by her dark red eyelashes against her tanned skin was almost too much for him. Knowing that she could beat him if she didn't like it, he tilted her head up by placing a finger on her chin and lifting up, and slowly placed his lips over hers and kissed her. She sighed into his mouth. She had been waiting for that and hadn't even known it.

As they kissed, they laid on the sweet green grass, feeling alive in the wash of the silver moonlight, exploring each other's mouths with their own. She discovered that he had a broken canine, probably from a fight. He discovered that she had perfect teeth until you got to one side where they were slightly longer than the other teeth. He couldn't imagine how that made her jaw feel some times. As they continued to kiss, it was never an issue that they wouldn't take it any farther than kissing tonight. They were both content with laying in the meadow, under the light of the moon, being in one another's presence. In a position a lot like Aria and Logain, they fell asleep in the meadow with her head on his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her and holding her to him.

-Kain and Alisha-

As Logain and Aria headed upstairs, and Tyl had just started his singing, Kain was in a different part of the castle, interested in more carnal pursuits. As soon as the meeting were over and he had spoke to Oakum, Alisha had fairly drug him to where he was now, and had grabbed him by the head and began passionately kissing him. He had lost track of time, until she bit his lip and pulled gently, then let go with a giggle, running around the corner. He stared stupidly at the corner for a moment, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

"Follow me lover." She called from around the corner, peeking her head around to stick her tongue out at him and disappear again.

As he ran after her, he noticed bits and pieces of her clothing on the ground. He decided he may as well strip to, and that's what he did. He removed his last bit of clothing as he came around a corner and almost tripped over the bedside table. Pulling his shirt all the way off, he stared at what was possibly the most erotic and beautiful thing he had ever seen. Alisha lay upon the white sheets, completely naked. Her eyes sparkled with desire, and her cheeks were rosy with passion and the effort of running. Kain had almost caught her several times, and that would ruin the surprise. She bit her lip as his desire became evident. He wasn't freakishly huge or anything like that, but he was still quite long with a thick width. She planned to have fun with that weapon of his.

She crooked her finger, telling him to come closer. As he walked forward, switching to crawling on his knees up the bed when he fully reached it, he traced his fingers on her alabaster skin. He came to her sweet spot, already slightly moist with her nectar. Unlike some women who let the hair on their bodies grow, Alisha had trimmed the hair above her mound into a neat thin line, something Kain had never seen. Gently tracing the line from the top down to her folds, she shivered so delicately from his touch. He smiled at her, and leaned forward to kiss her again. As he kissed her, he reflected on the taste her mouth seemed to have, an apple and cinnamon taste, which somehow also reminded him of spring and fall. As she responded to his kiss, he circled his fingertips across her button, trying to draw her nub from its hiding spot. As he felt her become excited, he decided he had to taste her from there, to see if she had the same or maybe an even better taste in that region. As he kissed down her body, stopping at her breasts to lick and suck on her small pink nipples, he finally reached his prize. Withdrawing his fingers, he grinned at her mewl of disappointment. Trust me my dear, this will feel just as good. He thought as he placed his mouth directly over her button, and teasingly flicked her nub with his tongue. She straightened, a moan of excitement and desire escaping her. Kain took to his task with pleasure, licking, sucking and nibbling on her nub, alternating his tongue licks with pushes of his fingers inside of her. Finding a spot that seemed to excite her even more than usual, he rubbed that with his finger tips as he licked and sucked on her nub.

As she tensed, he rubbed that spot inside of her quickly, and flicked her nub with his tongue again. Alisha came, and she came hard. As she came, Kain licked up as much of her juice as he could, and decided the apple and cinnamon taste was definitely better down here, and he planned to taste it as much as she would let him. Locking her legs around his head, she held Kain there for a minute or two as she came down from that high place he had put her. Pulling him up by his hair, she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. As he lay against her, she felt his hardness on her hip bone, and grinned against his lips. She reached down and grabbed his manhood, slowly pulling and twisting on it. She lightly scratched him with her nails, and felt his manhood jump in her hands. Smiling, she pushed him over to lay flat on his back. Throwing a leg over him, she squatted directly over his cock and spread her lips. Lowering herself slowly, she placed the head inside of her and slowly worked her way down it. The thickness of him felt incredible, and she threw her head back as she finally got all of him inside her. She didn't even want to move for a moment, he felt that big inside of her. When she adjusted to his size, she began rocking her hips.

Kain felt like he had died and gone to heaven. She was so hot, so tight, so wet around him. She fit him like a glove, and he did not know how long he could hold out. He had been tortured and now was being tortured again, but this was an exquisite torture, one he wouldn't mind having every day. As she rocked, he slowly began to pump his hips in and out of her, feeling the silky walls of her inner self grip him like a satin vice. She grew wilder in her riding of him, and it was all Kain could do to hang on and give as good as she was giving him.

Alisha bore down on her new lover. She was very, very close, and she planned to bring him with her this time. Lifting herself and almost slamming herself down, she squeezed her inner muscles to make the feelings more intense for them both. As she watched, his face screwed up in concentration, trying to hold back, and that just brought her closer to the edge as well. Leaning down on to him, she nibbled his ear and whispered into it for him to cum for her. In response, he grabbed her hips and began to push himself harder, and then nibbled and finally bit her shoulder hard enough to almost draw blood. With that little bite and the way he was moving his hips, Alisha shattered on top of him. Howling in ecstasy, she scratched bloody furrows down his chest as she straightened so quickly, her back bowing as she threw her head and most of her upper body back.

Kain was no better; his body was bent up from the bed at the hips, looking like a drawn bow that would snap at any moment. He lost control of himself when he heard Alisha scream, and his climax hit him like a two ton boulder. He was completely at a loss for any noise, only to gasp for air as his body felt on fire, or like a tightly wound steel cable, he didn't know which. As his body finally relaxed, Alisha collapsed on top of him, kissing his chest and neck. He chuckled gently as he slowly rubbed her back. She rolled off to lay by his side, and the sight of their juices mixed together coming out of her made him happy. A lot happier than any usual tryst had made him.

Alisha laughed a happy laugh that made him smile as she kissed his neck. She snuggled up closer to him. It had been over long since she had done such a thing, and she was most glad she had done it now. Kissing his chest, she giggled as she watched his manhood begin to rise once again.

"Oh my. Well my lover, it seems I picked a good one when I picked you." She said as she grabbed his hardening cock and began to lick it. Kain groaned at the sensation, bucking his hips into her mouth. They continued on into the night. When they both finally fell asleep exhausted, the Sun had just begun to come up over the horizon, and they slept most of the day away.

-Logain and Aria's Night-

As soon as they had got to the room, Aria had gone to her bath. She had sent servants up before she had got his attention to prepare it for her. She wanted to take a long luxurious bath, a good soak, but she wanted her lover more than that. Quickly cleaning herself and drying off, she stood before her bathroom mirror. She never thought herself beautiful. She had a certain look to her face, a sorrowful look to her eyes, eyes that had seen too much. Her side was horribly scarred, and she thought her hips and thighs to big, and she knew her backside was to large, no matter what anyone said. She knew that one day Logain would leave her, both for her reputation and for a more beautiful woman. She decided that she would enjoy him while he was hers, no matter what. She stepped to the door and began to turn the knob.

As Aria went to her bath, Logain had removed his clothing. There hadn't been as much to remove as the first time he was here, only his pants, boots, and shirt. He stood in the middle of the room in his underwear, and spotted a large wall mirror and went to stand in front of it. He shook his head sadly as he looked over himself. Over-tall over-muscled. Covered in tattoos of whirling designs and runes, tattoos of animals covering his body. So many battle scars he looked like he had fallen into the mouth of a dragon. A crooked nose with a bump from being broken in it. Pretty eyes, but eyes that had seen a lot of anger and bloodshed. No, Aria would realize what she was with one day. An ugly monster. And she would leave him, and his heart would be destroyed. He turned to the bathroom as he heard her begin to open the door. Aria walked out of the bathroom as naked as the day she was born. Logain was close to naked, and she couldn't help but admire his body. Tall, every part of him developed, and those tattoos. Beautiful black and blue lines, animals that looked amazing in the simple knot work of his people. His cute nose, with that light crook to hit. She loved his body because he was not perfect. And the scars that crossed his body from battle, she loved them as well. It said that her lover was brave, strong, a fighter. He would always protect her, for as long as she could lie to him and convince him she was beautiful.

Logain felt his mouth go dry as she walked out naked. He body was amazing. The scars on her ribs spoke of the great pain she had suffered, and came out strong. His woman was strong. He beautiful skin, the way her body was shaped was almost too much for him every time he saw it. Her beautiful breasts, not over large, the perfect fit to his hands. He wide hips, the ass that he loved to watch as she moved. The legs he loved feeling wrapped around him. Oh yes. She would realize how ugly he was one day, and she would leave him. And he would most likely die from that pain. But, for the moment he had her, he would enjoy her.

As Aria came to him, he wrapped her up in his arms and picked her up to match his considerable height. He kissed her softly. This was different than the almost desperate love making of the night before, which had been two people trying to find comfort from their pain. This was two people who thought they loved each other but weren't going to last, wanting to make the most of it. When he laid Aria on the bed, slowly kissing her as his large finger entered her moist womanhood, she cried out. It felt so good! She didn't know how she could go so long without it, and now it was as if she could not function if he didn't touch her. Logain kissed her deeply, savoring her taste as his finger slowly made entrance, parting her lips. He slowly teasingly brought her to her first climax of the night with nothing but his finger.

As she came down from hers, he had climbed on the bed, positioning himself over her, poised for entrance. Looking at him with love and lust in her eyes, she felt him slowly enter his head inside her. His large shaft soon followed. She loved being filled by him, but at the same time it felt like being split in half. It was painful until she grew accustomed to it. Unlike most men, Logain didn't enter and immediately start hammering away, he seemed to realize that she would need time, and after entering waited. When she gave a small movement of her hips, he started to slide his length out of her, then slowly laid it back in, slowly and gentle at first. She reached her hands up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss. The soft kiss turned into a connection, a line between their two hearts and souls.

She broke the kisses to moan, he had slowly picked up speed and she was slowly losing her control. He slid into her fully one last time, and her climax broke over her like the tide. Logain managed to keep himself from spilling his seed, and stopped, just waiting as her inner muscles contracted around his manhood, torturing him as he tried to not cum. As she came down a second time, she lifted her head and kissed him deeply. She whispered in his ear for him to lie on his back, which he did. Anything for her, any wish granted. She mounted him, slowly spearing herself on him. She began to roll her hips, slowly working herself up and trying to bring him with her. Logain grabbed her hips with his hands, holding onto her as she rode him, and he started to grunt in time with the hip rolls, and when Aria lifted herself and slide back down, he moaned loudly. She laid her body down over his, rolling and lifting her hips from a new angle. She wanted to try something, and she slowly nibbled his nipple like he had done her in the past.

Logain felt what was like little electric shocks as she changed the angle of his entry, and another little pain that heightened his pleasure as she nibble his nipple. He had never experienced that before. He groaned loudly, she had brought him so close so quickly. He grabbed her hips with his hands, not being able to help himself as he held her still, and began to move in and out to a different rhythm, geared towards his impending climax. Aria cried out, he made her feel so good. She dug her nails into his chest, and then buried her teeth into his shoulder again, like she had done the last time, the first time.

"There my love. Mark me as yours. Forever and ever."

Aria almost began to cry at his words. Forever and ever. Could he really mean it? Or was it just something said in the throes of passion? She didn't have time to figure it out. Something delicate seemed to break inside her, bringing with it the orgasm she had been working to getting. She sat up as Logain pumped in and out of her, steady as a blacksmiths hammer. Her mouth opened in a wordless howl as her orgasm hit her, when she finally could speak all she could yell was Logains' name. When she clenched her nails in his chest and yelled his name, he lost control of himself and came deep inside her, like it was never going to end. Aria was a little dizzy after her scream, and she fell down to his chest, his hardness still inside her. She began kissing his chest and neck, finally kissing him.

"I love you Logain. Forever and always, as long as you'll have me."

Logain gave his beauty a happy smile. He had never cared for anyone but his brothers before, never cared for their feelings or how they viewed him. But now, now he had someone he would kill or die for, just to make them smile one more time. Kissing her deeply, he smiled again in surprise when she began rolling her hips again.

"Good thing I plan on keeping you forever my love."

Aria fairly glowed at his words, and began to ride him once again. They made love at least 4 more times that night, and as she fell asleep laying on top of Logain with him still inside of her, she mused that she would need to get the sheets and blankets, not to mention the bed furs. If Logain was to be believed, and oh how she wanted to believe him, then he loved her already. And would never leave her, just as she would never leave him.

Logain curled his arm around his lover, musing on the recent events. He had a beautiful woman who loved him. What more could he ask for? He fell asleep finally as the suns first rays hit the hall of Wotan.