Present Day - New Orleans, LA

"Erick, we need you." The voice on the other end annoyed him, Erick clenched his phone the cheap plastic protested as his bitter might threatening the disposable machine.

"what do you want?" The changeling, Erik, grumbled. "Your brat need an uncle to tell her a harsh lesson? She showing signs that she is gay?"

Erik's dark laughter sank the heart of the false man, a thing called a fetch that had been parading around filling Erik's place so his loss would never be detected. "She was kidnapped." The Fetch's voice was full of sorrow, and dispar

Growling into the phone Erik, commanded the truth. "what did you get Your family into, my better part." Erik, the changeling, was made into a dragon by the Farie that took him, and in escape he warped himself again blending in the traits of a broad spectrum of fairy creatures called Ogres.

20 years ago - Norway

"Come on Elder, keep up. " Elder Grover called over his shoulder, Erik was by comparison unsteady on his bicycle. his companion was a natural at it. Able to easily jump curbs and maneuver at high speeds. Elder Erik Heller on the other hand, could barely keep his bike from shaking apart at high speeds and constantly had to tell his companion to slow down and wait for him. For a brief second everything seemed fine, and then as it seemed like he was about to finally get the hang of it. Something caused the front wheel of the bike to lock up. And he went flying over the handlebars, and into the darkness. The darkness held him suspended and then a flash of pain, as something was torn from his body. Looking up he saw another him laying in the grass wearing his suit, his clothes, and coming to life as the darkness touched it, placing something into it.

"There...now they will never know you are mine." The darkness backed away, taking shape. A grand shape, lovely to behold. A woman of beauty, and power dressed both in armor, and in gowns fit for a ball. Her armor was made of something that was dark, almost black in appearance, yet shone with a blue tone like the breath of winter.

"Elder Heller? You okay?" His companion. Yes that was who this man was his companion, his fellow apostle. Someone who he needed to work with, to love as a brother, to share the word of god. The words burned in him life a fire, not painful but hot and powerful and they needed to be shared.

"Yeah, I'll be fine Elder." Erik Heller, yes that was who he was, Elder Erik Heller, stood up and dusted himself off. "Let's go." He got on the bicycle and for the first time he could remember he mastered it. He rode off and his companion could not believe the change in him. Before he had been nervous speaking Norwegen barely had a tongue that could master it. Now he spoke it as fluently as he did english. He rode a bicycle like he was born in the saddle. He was a burning beacon of faith. Maybe it was the working of god, the hit to the head, or perhaps he was a new man.

Present Day - Salt Lake City, UT - Home of Erik Heller (the Fetch)

"Please Erik hear me out." Erik, the Fetch pleaded into the phone. They had met once, but Erik the changeling had stayed his hand when he saw the wife and child. The threat was always there, hurt his family and his other would rip him apart and chop him up. Turn him back into whatever it was that he was made of. After all...he was only a part of a man, but what parts of a man he was he loved his family. He loves his daughter. IF he had to give up his life to pay for the other Erik's help to save her...then he'd build the altar to sacrifice himself on. "I uncovered something I shouldn't have. Someone was skimming tithing funds, and trying to hide it. I…"

"HOLD IT!" The roar that came through the phone nearly made the timid fetch drop his phone. Then the voice on the other end turned strangely calm. "So...let me get this strait. You uncovered someone stealing from an organization as big as The Church, and you thought you would tell the authorities. They'd be arrested, excommunicated, and thrown in jail. Right?" The fetch cringed.

"Pretty much." He whimpered. He had a feeling he know what was coming next. There would be hated, swearing, yelling, and maybe if he was lucky the real Erik would come and save his family.

"..." There was silence. The fetch strained his ears to hear. Then the words came. "You'd trust a murderer, a rapist, an oath breaking, apostate bastard with your family's safety." The word's stung but he didn't hesitate.

"No Erik. I Trust you." He said with the power of faith. It was rare for a fetch to love their changeling, but Erick the fetch had been made out of love. Erik's love and his faith. How could he not have faith and love for the man he had been made to be, and out of.

"Alright...For their sake." Their was a coldness trying to hide the warmth. He had softened the ogre's heart.

18 Years Ago … Arcadia, the Domain of Freya the True Fey.

Snow, ice, forest, stone, and sparse grass and berries. Freya's domain was a frozen parody of the world of the Norsemen. It was as if it was carved from public opinion of what Norway was like in the time of the Vikings. It was his prison. He was dressed in leathers, furs, and rough spun fabric, made to look like the image of a viking warrior. He was reforged upon Freya's anvil into an engine of destruction. He saw the goddess of this world standing watching them depart. A runner from her side flew to him with wings like a crow.

"Her ladyship wants to remind you...you owe her. She wants to hear those screams." The runner said not knowing what was meant Assuming his mistress ment in battle. Erik just nodded in response and sent the messenger away. He looked at his fellows they had no problems with it. Perhaps it was because they had been here longer. Been doing this longer. Lived this life longer.

He got on the longboat, and they set sail for the target of their raid the domain of another master. There they would raid...and he would be expected to betray his final oath, and commit another sin against the divine laws he grew up with.

It wasn't the battle that was hard for Erik these days, it wasn't the killing, or the splatter or gore on him. It was the other thing he was asked to do. To take the innocence, chastity, and purity of others, and defile himself in the process. He clutched his fists and unclenched them. He couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He refused. Everything in his soul refused. What remained of his soul that was. It felt withered and blackened. Out there….what was that other him like. How long had he been doing this? 2 years now. It was back home by now, living his life.

"Brother." It was Ivan their leader he knelt by Erik and placed his hand on his shoulder. "You know what will happen if you don't do what she wants." He says looking at the broken man.

"I...I don't know if I can." He looked at Ivan and then away. "I...I haven't even…had a woman I loved. Why would I with a woman who doesn't want me."

"Oh...that's right you were a priest before you became a part of our shield wall." Helga, Ivan's Wife spoke up. "Ivan...I think I know what will help our dear Erik." She leaned back and whispered to her retinue of shield maidens. They giggled, and looked at Erik. Most of them were shaped to be lithe agile warriors. Swift and destructive they could hit a foe and rip them apart before they knew what hit them. They were the shield maidens, viking warrior women who could analyte a target with a savagery equal to any man, with a beauty that would tempt the purest hearts.

Though to call them maidens in the english sense was not correct. Maiden here did not mean virgin, it meant bachelorette. None of them had husbands, but Erik was certain that all of them had slept with at least one man. Astrid was the newest member of the group. She leaned forward. "Hey Erik. We are taking bets."

Erik sighed. Right they would be betting something about his ability to perform in bed. "Oh on what." It wasn't really a question just a way to move this embarrassment forward.

"On what sort of woman turns you on." She smiled as he turned bright red and looked away. Great there was a target on his back now.

After the ships landed. Sven approached him. "Listen, I know this is going to be hard for you. You've been refusing her. I get it. But last time, you refused what did she do to you."

Erik went pale. "She...flayed me alive...wore my skin...and raped a slave while wearing my skin...then cleaned my flesh with salt before putting my skin back on…" Erik shuddered.

"And the time before that?" He prodded.

"She castrated me and forced me to eat my own genitals before growing them back…to her liking." He turned and ran back to the sea to wretch.

"She isn't going to kill you…" Sven pointed out. "She's going to break you. She will make you do what she writes for you to do...and if you don't she'll keep hurting you. We can all hear your screams…" Sven shudders. "Last time you screamed for 2 nights without stopping from the pain. Please...think of us, and your own well being. While there is still a spark in you that is human. Please...give in so you can keep it alive."

"That's why I can't give in...I'm afraid if I do...that last ember of who I was will die." Erik responds washing his mouth out with seawater.