He screamed curses at them as they chained him down on a cold stone slab at the peak of the mountain. Snotlout whipped the blood from the fresh claw marks on his face. "Hold him down!" Stoick ordered. "Release me!" He screamed. "Don't let those chains weaken! Gobber! Get Gothi here! Now!"
Suddenly, his back arched as though he was in incredible amounts of pain. He screamed in agony and spewed curses in another language. Gothi came up with Gobber, her hand outstretched, muttering in an unknown tongue.
"Release me you, Horrible Witch!" He screamed, writhing on the slab, his chains rattling as he tried to pull himself free. "I will watch with joy as your blood turns the snow red! I will listen with glee as you scream in agony! I will smile as I tear you apart, piece by piece as you still live to feel every single tear and rip of your skin! I will laugh as I bathe in rivers of your blood!" They all winced. Gothi ignored him, her chanting becoming louder. It slowly turned into Norse.
"Demon of the Night, Demon you shall die,
On this day forth, not a soul will feel your smite.
Demon of the night, you shall die.
On this hour forth, I shall hear your cry.
Demon of the Night, you shall die.
Leave him at once, and never return alive.
Demon of the Night, you shall die.
Leave this place at once, and be banished till the end of all light!"
He screamed in annoyance and agony as his body began to lightly smoke. "Gothi! It's working!"
She continued to chant. The smoke was the Demon's presence, but if she wasn't careful, said Demon could latch onto his life, and pull him away too.
"All of you are beneath me, you petty Humans!" He scream "Release me and I will feel pity. I may keep you as a pet! You don't, and I will destroy this boy's life!"
Gothi didn't stop chanting. Her voice grew louder. Her words changed.
"Begon with yee, whom has corrupted this poor soul.
Begon with yee, begon from our home, our lives so dear.
Begon with yee, never return to threaten us again.
Begon with yee, be banished to the darkest Hel, and never return"
He started to laugh as the smoke increased.
"This boy is gone! You hear me? Gone! His soul is destroyed, his will broken. My nightmares have corrupted him, far worse than I am. I am almost gone, very true, but so is he. The moment I am gone, his breath will halt, and his chest with lay still. No blood will pump through his veins, and no light with be within his eyes. He is gone, and so am I…."
And with that, he suddenly arched his back, screamed in pain, and fell back down, motionless. The smoke cleared as Gothi waved her hand, and they inched towards him carefully.
"Hello?" Snotlout whispered feebly. "Hey, come on. Wake up. You're stronger than this. You can survive. You're a survivor. We all know you are.."
No answer from him. HIs chest lay still. When Stoick put his ear to it, he heard no beat. Felt no movement. He pulled back and tears welled in his eyes.
Astrid buried her face in her mother's chest. "I know sweetheart," She whispered, soothing her daughter "I know…"
Slowly, one by one, they left the shrine. Finally, only Alvin and Daugr remained. "You know…" Daugr whispered. "All my life, I've just wanted him dead… but now… I just want to see him smile again." "I know what yee mean." Alvin said sadly. "All me years of killin', and now look at me. Cryin' over a dead boy's body."
They soon left themselves.
Warm, yet cold. Melted yet frozen. Dead, yet alive...
