RAGNAROK IS COMING
Gemini Twins
The King looked down on his two sons in utter disgust.
They were small with fat, little, round, blue fists that bobbed and bashed, too much of an infant to control themselves. In fact, they were so new in this world of nightmares, that their mother still panted and wept in pain and joy; minutes after giving life.
She closed her eyes- only for a moment, but then never seemed able to open them again.
The King did not approve of his sons, for they looked nothing like him and there were two of them, two too many. And yet, ignorant as they should be, the babes looked up and smiled and cooed.
The King frowned.
And when the babes became toddlers, learning to run because walking meant their siblings could catch them, the King never looked at them at all really. Not until one screamed in such a temper, he shattered the very walls of the King's castle; something a one-year-old usually could not do.
Punishment for a child seems unnecessary, at least one beyond a slight slap of the wrist. Yet the King- horrified that his most bastard of sons could wield such power, threw them out of his castle and condemned them to death on the streets of Jotunheim.
Suffice to say no one expected the young children to live. Though they did and they grew up mighty.
Strong and resilient to withstand the most perverted and evil of beings in the big world. Untrusting and weary for they had been let down and taken advantage of far too many times to count. Creatures of a realm they could own and yet owned by it in more ways than blood. Twins forged by a mother with untold wealth and power and a king that hurt and betrayed them at every corner.
It makes for a healthy dose of hate.
Their father grew weary and ordered his other fourteen sons to get rid of the twins in whatever way possible.
They could not.
So, frustrated and dignity dishevelled, the King invited the twins back to the palace.
As if he expected them to come.
Although the second invitation came with a letter of assurance. A decree from the ruler of the city that their arrival and stay at the palace warrants utter safety on the King's part.
Reluctantly and out of sheer curiosity, the pair went burnished with as many weapons as they had been able to afford and thieve over the years. The magic they were born with was only a fraction of what lay on in their adult years.
And when the sons stood at the bottom of the King's throne he looked down on them in utter disgust.
They were tall and strong, dressed in elegance they should not have been able to afford or keep. They stood composed and not even a little frightened that they may have walked into a dragon's den.
"Why summon us? After years of neglect and enough assasians to fill this castle, do you deem us safe in a place we have no wish to be?"
The King sighed from his black throne as if he was bored. "Banishment."
Perhaps it was the worst thing that could have happened. Maybe the best, but the twins left Jotunheim disowned by their father.
They became death on shadows. Riding on the beat of cruelty and dishonesty they had been created and moulded by. Those who saw them coming cowered in fear for the glance of these twins meant you became prey and these panthers never missed. It was a disastrous idea to throw the most powerful giants in the cold and not expect their hearts to freeze.
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Got to be the fastest upload of my entire career, I had this one prepared and ready to go though. Pretty sure the same can be said with the next chap but no promises. Anyway, this is one of the chapters in between the main ones that will make sense eventually but I have to say they are much more fun to write.