Wraeth Of The Gods
A Praey For The Gods Fanfiction
Chapter 3
Warning: this chapter gets very dark.
I do not own Praey For The Gods
"It'll be fine!"
"Gong!"
"The Satyr God!"
"Gong!"
"The winter will end!"
"Gong!"
"Beware the Wolf."
"GONG!"
Her eyes snapped open as she jolted awake, startled by the waterfall of words in her mind. What had happened? She remembered falling off the dying god, and then… She slowly looked around. She was in a large temple, with small trees stretching up to the open sky above. On the wall nearby her was a large mural, depicting the remaining Gods.
Was she dead? She didn't feel any pain. Was this Valhalla? She walked over and punched one of the trees as hard as she could. It hurt. She let loose a string of curse words, and realized she was still alive.
She noticed an ethereal blue glow at the edge of her vision, and turned to look. The image of the Satyr God on the mural was glowing. As she watched, it burst into particles of light that floated up into the sky. They gathered in the distance, and formed a large pillar of light.
"The next God…" she murmured. Her voice was dry and raspy. She needed water. She checked the pouches of her clothing, and found a small canteen. She looked for more useful tools as she drank, but found nothing.
She looked at the mural again, and saw the image of another god was glowing. It looked like a flower, was that the word? It had been so long since she had seen a flower. She stared at the image a bit more, and was struck by a memory.
The Feast Of The Devourer was one of the most anticipated and feared celebrations. It celebrated The Devourer, the god of the dead in Hel and the earth. People would gather to thank The Devourer for the food they were given, then eat. After the meal, they would repay The Devourer with a sacrifice.
"No! Stop!" She watched from outside her body as a younger version of her struggled against the adults. At the front of the crowd, she saw a young man being held by some of the village elders. The chief elder raised a knife above the child.
"O' Great Devourer, bringer of the harvest, god of the dead and lost souls," the elder chanted.
"Stop! Please!"
"I offer you this sacrifice. Absorb his blood so you may provide for another year."
"No! Don't do it!"
"And let blood rein."
"And let blood rein." The crowd echoed. The knife stabbed down.
She snapped back to the present, and retched. She fell on her back, and watched the trees stretch up into the open sky. And, like a wolf, she let out a mournful howl.
"Brother!"
After composing herself, she exited the temple. At the entrance, a man frozen to death and covered with snow held a small cloth. It flapped in the breeze, and she knew she could use it to glide. She glided down into the main courtyard.
It was an expansive training ground, with places to grapple on the walls of the temple that surrounded it. To her left, there was an archery range, with arrows still in the targets. The entire area was filled with snow-covered corpses.
She walked up to the targets and pulled out the arrows, then went towards a bow on the ground. It might be useful against one of the gods.
Suddenly, one of the bodies was surrounded by golden light and rose up. She took a step back as the body was covered in golden patterns. She tensed, waiting for a fight, but the corpse just knelt and sobbed. When she saw that the corpse meant no harm, she sat and sobbed too, for the ones she had lost, and, unknowingly, the ones she would lose.
After what felt like hours, she stood up and composed herself. That was it. No more crying. The gods had destroyed her home, and she surely would hate them more the more she remembered. She stood up and walked to the cliff at the temple's edge, and saw a series of pillars leading to the mainland that rose from the sea. She jumped and sailed down.
Into a frozen and desolate world. A world of pain and suffering. The Isle Of The Gods. And this is how her legend began.
So… remember how I said I would finish the Devourer fight in this chapter? Yeah… I had to cut this chapter short to get it out before I go to Maine this weekend, and me spontaneously deciding to rewrite my first fic instead of finishing this didn't help. Sorry. But anyway, the "main character has a dead brother" trope wasn't just for fun, it will have effects later on. So pls no be mean. See you next chapter. I should have it finished by around 2067.