Yeah so I had decided to put all Book 3 one shots I might write in the future into one collection. idk thought it would be a good idea I guess.
Anyway, here's a ramble involving Thrasir and a vague headcanon.
Cohort of the Dead
By Bilbo-sama
To Have Silence
The curse's voice became silent as Thrasir returned to the realm of the dead. It had no power over her here. There wasn't anything for miles besides Eir that could count as 'alive.'
It quieted around Eir after the girl's 400th death when Hel ordered her general to kill her. Eir's once useful ability to die and resurrect somehow counted when she was slain by Thrasir's own hands. Thrasir only felt relief that she finally had a world where her mind mostly had just her own voice speaking her thoughts.
It was close to probably what Bruno had wanted for her.
Grief, an emotion Thrasir hadn't felt in a long time, erupted as she recalled her brother's last words.
"I was so close to finding the answer," Bruno had rasped, "a little more time and we would've been free forever."
"Brother..."
"Just promise me," a cooling hand weakly grasped hers, "that you would not fall into despair. That you would not give in."
"I promise, brother," she had said, unaware of what was waiting in store for the world of Zenith in the coming months.
(In a way, Ver- Thrasir didn't despair. Not like how the Askran prince had done, anyway. She hadn't had the same ideals about the world like he once had before Hel cruelly tore them apart.)
Somewhere in the many realities was a Bruno who had found a way to end the generational urge to destroy, to kill, to torment. Once Thrasir finds him, she can-
k͞i͡͡l͞l̶͘ ̧h̢͢i̶m̕̕͜
-ask him about how he resolved it.
a͜ń̷d ̢t͘h̀ȩ̵n͡ ͡tea͝r̵̀ hi̶m̷ ̴ą̶͟p͟͠árt̵
Thrasir quietly cursed. Damn. She had forgotten how thinking about the living would set it off as well.
y͝o̧͢u̶ ͏͠a̴͝ŕ̡͢e̛҉̡ ̢d̡͟e̵̕at̢h͜͝͞'̢ś̵ ́ģe̶͜n͠͝é̶rá͞l aŗ͜e̴ǹ'͘͝ţ͘ ̴͟y͘͡͞oų?́
...Of course that's what the curse would focus on. She sighed.
"We'll give Hel more subjects later."
She felt a twinge of pleased satisfaction that wasn't truly her own. She pushed the feeling aside easily as she once again wished that Bruno never told her about the curse.
Her ignorance would have made her service to Hel much easier.
I dunno, you would think that a bloodline curse than spans generations urging to you to murder everything would be more prominent when you become Hel's minion. *shrugs*