On the edge of the Wild Dark a proud warrior race stood
awaiting their fates.
Two young princes watched as the sky cracked open, blue
bleeding into reds and purple, an ugly scar across the sky.
“Are you ready brother?” The larger of the brothers
asked, hand clenched around his war hammer.
The first of the Demons came through, swiftly felled by a
blast of fire.
The Darker brother nodded, “Let them blunt their teeth on
Asgard’s might.” He responded with a blood thirsty barring of teeth.
The Blond brother laughed, a great booming sound, and the
warriors surrounding them took heart from the sound.
The sky cracked open.
Hundreds, nay thousands of demons flooded through the
gap.
“To Battle!” The blond proclaimed, swinging his hammer
and summoning the storm.
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