The conversation with my parents was…thought-provoking to
say the very least.
Snuffles crashing the feast at the end wasn’t even the most
surprising part of it. Though Hel seemed…upset
that he chose to enter through the one wall that as still standing after the
fight. Literally through it, as in there
are now no walls standing. So yeah…I don’t
think she’s going to be his biggest fan.
I’m also fairly certain that they did not, in fact, secretly
betroth me to anyone. Which is certainly
something of a relief. Though Hel did
rather specifically deny having a list of “several fascinating potentials lined
up for me to glance over at my whim to see if alliances could be brokered.” Not that she’d tell me who any of them were,
of course.
But the part that truly caught me off guard came
earlier. Both my parents need
heirs. And though I’m not either of
their only, or eldest, child I am the only one born of two Death Gods. Which, as Vayu put it, gives me the unique
ability to resonate as the ruler of an Underworld someday. And that’s what they both need in an heir. Of course, I can’t exactly inherit both of
their Underworlds. And it might seem
like which one I’ll be in line for is set in stone due to my ichor marking me
as one of the Æsir.
But here’s the kicker.
A Scion can choose to align himself with whatever Pantheon
he chooses upon his or her Apotheosis.
That’s the
revelation that really blindsided me.
There’s more to it than just picking and choosing, of
course. But since both Yazata and Æsir
ichor runs through me I can switch between the two of those relatively
easily. Which means that I’m going to
have to make a choice, perhaps the most important one I’ll ever make. The Yazata or the Æsir. Helheim or Mord Keshvar. The Pantheon that holds me in contempt
because of my blood or the one that I’ve done almost nothing but clash with so
far.
Everything…just seems to grow ever more complicated...
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