...Alright, I'll answer your questions, just stop trying to hound me about it! Damnable women, just what did I do to deserve this punishment...?
Let's go to the basics first. What's the difference between the gods of the Nordic pantheon and the rest? It's the concept of mortality. Should've been a big clue there, but it seemed like everyone missed it. As per usual. Now you see, back in those days after angsting over being unable go back to the simple job of blacksmithing, I began to travel around the World, mapping it out like a cartographer. Yes Gaia, I know that I had a death wish, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight.
You know, being a Magician and enduring.
Anyways, I headed north, aiming to discover what was beyond the mountains of my home, and I encountered a frozen wasteland, filled with beasts that I killed a long time ago for being too disgusting to come from a Phantasmal Beast. Yes, I had no idea that I was facing True Demons back then, but it explained why I always got bodied after the fights. Good thing I didn't die though, since I wouldn't have met Frea or be talking to you guys otherwise.
Along the way, I met a few travelers, escaping a few villages that had been razed down by Demons, and I found myself traveling with them for the better part of a millennium. Each of them had lost something important– their homes, their families, and their vestiges of humanity as well. Seeing a True Demon while having a perfectly normal mind makes for...bad situations.
Since it was in the days where I wasn't as versed with the First as I am today, I knew that I wouldn't survive much longer if I struck out alone. That thought made me stick with the travelers, learning about their lives from the stories they told over a campfire. I taught them what little I knew about my Sorcery, thinking that it could be shared amongst other people, and I got mixed results. The best that they were able to achieve was by using the First to use magic without the need for a god's blessing, and the worst was that...well, I'm sure you know what happens.
In a sense, they were my first apprentices, and probably the last ones that I would teach as well. Using the First, we managed to build up a kingdom in the north, consolidating the various humans left, and slowly expanded our holdings.
We knew that it wouldn't last, however. The Demons running around the north would soon attack the settlements that we were able to build, and so we spread the word, aiming to be cautious against forces beyond our control.
Considering that me and my disciples were technically the de-facto leaders of a budding kingdom, all it did was spread fear and panic– ironically spawning Demons right in the middle of the settlements.
Let it be known that we were just travelers, and not exactly-leader material. So we fought a defensive battle, razing settlements one after the other, while I searched for a way to drive them back.
Mimir said that he knew a way, and asked me to do a few little favors for him. You know what happened– at least, that's what they got right, after all these years. Hurts like a bitch, up until today, you know? Turned out, he was a True Demon too, and interrogated me about the whereabouts of the other humans. Killed him right where he stood, but he just came back as a dragon. Turned out he was a Divine Spirit, and spawned the Demons due to his hatred for the tiny little insects known as humanity. Paid him back in kind though, but the bastard fled along with the rest when the Age of Gods came to an end.
An eye for an eye. Ancient Babylonian, scholars say, but it's much older than that. Where do you think I got my nifty new eye? Hurts like a bastard every time I use it though, so I use it sparingly. Tried to take over my soul for every time I used it, but I managed to take care of it after a while.
Mystic Eyes of Concept Manipulation, is what I'd call them if I were one of those stuck-up Magi that always needs a term for everything. The portals that I make consists of me stringing together the concepts 'doorway', 'Reverse World', and 'connection'. It's a bastardized version of the Fourth, but it gets the job done nevertheless. Even though I've been used to its presence in a long time, it still hurts whenever I use it for an extended amount of time, which is why I got the eyepatch to help me deal with it.
In any case, when I returned from my encounter with that bastard Mimir, I was rewarded with a kingdom razed to the ground, my disciples dead and rendered to ash. It was a chilling thought, your companions dying while you were away, and it was enough to make me go berserk for a few centuries, slaughtering every Demon that I came across.
When I took care of Göetia, the guy recognized me as one who weakened most of his subordinates and allowed them to be sealed inside Solomon's book. It was funny, seeing the guy just rant about you, but it soon got annoying so I just shot him until he was dead.
And I'm sure you guys don't mind me using the Counter Force just to give my gun a little bit more oomph. Right?
...Right?
...You're scaring me with those stares...
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- Bree, explaining his identity as Odin to Gaia, Alaya, and Frea (under imminent duress)
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I tell you, these women have no mercy. Currently, I'm hiding in Avalon, keeping myself silent amidst the vast fields of grass that covered the place, all the while distributing familiars all over the place to check for their arrival.
At the rate this is going, I'm bound to be safe...
...Damn it, I shouldn't have said that. "Why hello, Bree."
I kept silent. They couldn't know that I was here. They're trying to bait me into figuring out my position. It's why I must be silent, to be one with the knolls of golden wheat. Because I don't know what they'll do to me if I get caught.
A hand placed itself on my shoulder, its owner's voice just an inch away from my ear. "Merlin sold you out, idiot. Now take your punishment like a man."
I swear I'll kill that bastard.