Book III: Fictional Edification

Chapter IX: Kriemhild's Madness

Dimension: Wulf-Edda/Jötunheim/Gálgviðr/Cavern

Sitting opposite each other, Loki and Kriemhild huddled close to a campfire. Loki had just finished sharing his life's story about his brotherly relations with Odin, his Asgardian life, and his bloodline connection with his father Vé.

"I hast shared my storied life to thee. Why not tell me about thy relations with Grímhildr? Thou reveal she is thy mother, is she not?"

Kriemhild stared quietly at the campfire. An awkward silence came about between the two.

"Kriemhild?"

With a sly grin on her face, Kriemhild chuckled. "What's there to tell? Yes, Grímhildr was my mother. I didn't know her too well, but the dark forces told me everything there was to know about her. She was the infamous Unmoralisch. Gunnar and I are her children."

"I never wouldst hast ever imagine a creature as vile as her given birth to children. It is surreal."

"Based on your tone, you abhorred my mother."

Loki sighed. "Sorry, but she caused suffering to many and nearly destroyed Asgard. I will never forget my brother, Odin, and Frigg fought her in bloody conflicts. Grímhildr was a creature among vile creatures."

Expecting Kriemhild to take offense, she instead laughed. "Oh, don't hold back on my account, Loki. I don't have any love for someone who I've barely interacted with in my life. As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a mother. Although, I do have some admiration for Grímhildr." She shoved a stick into the fire. "Based on what I was told and shown by the dark entities, Grímhildr commanded a massive army and had a realm that rivaled Asgard. But, what if I were to tell you, Loki, that the Unmoralisch wasn't always a divine being? And what if I told you she acquired her power and status by inheriting a grimoire?"

The trickster raised his brows, expressing curiosity. "A grimoire? Where didst she find one?"

"Hmm, does the name Völva jog any memories?"

"No, but tell me."

"Of course, Grímhildr's origins are traced back to a grimoire that once belonged to Völva. This grimoire was called the Galdrabók."

Upon hearing this, Loki dropped a stick and his mouth widened. "...I-I hast vaguely heard of that grimoire, but it was banished from Asgard ages ago! Odin thought it to be troublesome in the wrong hands!"

"Indeed, she was the original possessor of that grimoire," Kriemhild waved her glowing right hand over the fire, which turned green and expanded, startling Loki. "She was born Fulla, a young shaman who lived in Asgard. You wouldn't have known her too well since you weren't around then."

The green flames formed a human-like shape. A tall woman with long, back-length platinum blonde hair and malachite eyes appeared floating over the burning green flames. The woman had on a dark green sleeveless gown with an ivory necklace and white heels. She had on her right hand a two-sided colored mask; white on the left and dark green on the right. The mask had slanted black lifeless eyes and a curved evil grin shaped like a crescent moon.

"This is the woman who would become the infamous Völva, the predecessor of Grímhildr and myself."

"Yes, I hast seen that face in the forbidden texts. She hadst brought misery and cursed those who wronged her!"

"Correct. If I remember, she was bullied by her fellow Asgardians and treated like an outcast. One day, a young woman from a noble class tormented poor Fulla. It came to a point when Fulla had enough and cast a spell to burn that noble woman's hair. That fool had it coming, but Fulla was punished for it. Not one to take her punishment well, Fulla changed her name to Völva, became a shaman, and used Galdrabók to practice some devious and dangerous witchcraft. With time, her power became dangerous. It came to a point where Asgard couldn't sit by and let Völva become a threat to the Nine Realms. Odin and Asgard fought and defeated Völva."

"And that was it?"

"Oh no, you see Völva found means to cheat death by advancing her witchcraft. She used Galdrabók to reincarnate herself. She used the spell known as theFour Seasons of Reincarnation, allowing her to transfer her soul from her previous body and create another vessel to house her spirit. She used a total of four cycles. Having just used her first cycle, Völva entered her second: Gullveig."

The Völva image in the fire took out a grimoire and invoked a spell, transferring a glowing purple orb of light, which was her soul. The orb entered the second vessel of the reincarnation cycle: the same platinum blonde-haired woman but this vessel had on a violet sleeveless gown with an emerald necklace and lavender heels. She put on a Noh-like mask. Gullveig was then shown casting dangerous spells that ravaged Asgardian villages and fought Odin's forces.

"As Gullveig, her presence sparked the Æsir–Vanir War."

Loki's eyes darkened as he watched the bloodshed from this war. Seeing the grisly images of slain warriors and war that tore landscapes apart brought horrifying memories.

"I was a young lad then, but I remember that war too well. So, she was responsible?"

Kriemhild smirked. "Odin never told you, I see. Your brother liked keeping secrets from you, didn't he?" She got no response from Loki and waved her hands over the flames. "After Gullveig was destroyed, Völva shifted into her third cycle: Heiðr."

When Gullveig vanished, another platinum blonde-haired woman appeared wearing a dark sleeveless red dress with a yellow necklace and black heels. She had on a rose-schemed mask with black eyes and red lips.

"This reincarnation didn't last long and then came Völva's fourth and last cycle: Seiðkona."

As Heiðr faded, a fourth platinum-haired woman in a cobalt sleeveless gown appeared. She had on an ivory necklace and black heels. She held a distinguishing two-sided mask; blue on the left and white on the right. The mask had slanted black eyes and an upside-down frown.

"This would be Völva's most formidable reincarnated cycle. She amassed enough power to garner Odin's attention, but she was soundly defeated by the Allfather. To prevent Völva from reincarnating into her next cycle, he cast her soul to Helheim. Deeming the grimoire dangerous, the Allfather banished it to Migard, completely out of Asgard's sight and reach. In hopes no one would ever find it and use it for ill deeds."

"And since Völva was no more, she required a successor."

"Yes, and the one who found Völva's grimoire was my mother Grímhildr."

The flames displayed a clear image of hundreds of years gone by. It showed a group of bandits pillaging a royal home.

"As she grew up a peasant, Grímhildr loathed the spoiled and entitled slobs that marred the social systems. She and her cohorts took matters into their own hands and slaughtered a royal home. Once raiding that home, Grímhildr found a grimoire. She found it didn't contain normal text. After reading the first page, she didn't put it down. Every night, she read a single page. She found it incredibly difficult to comprehend the text, but a translator helped her convert the text. Over time, she was able to conjure the most basic dark magic. As she continued to utilize this dark magic, her fellow bandits started losing trust in their leader. They grew fearful and planned to steal the grimoire.

Having achieved some enlightenment from the book, Grímhildr was already preparing to cut her losses. She wanted to move on from the bandit life and explore more horizons. She sought more knowledge of the dark arts. But, first things first, she ended relations with the lowly bandits."

One swift slash from a drawn blade slew an old bandit and a youthful man. The one responsible for this heinous action was the bandit leader, Grímhildr. As the bandit leader, she was a fairly attractive young woman with long back-length russet hair. She wore ragged clothing made from deer hide and a vest made from a brown bear's fur. Adorning her right shoulder is a piece of metal. She wore straw sandals and had a scimitar hanging on her right hip. For a woman, her physique was decently built as a result of physical training and frequent bandit ventures. She gazed over the corpses of the slain men, her sharp-edged yellow eyes had a detached glare to them.

"I hast made it clear. Fight among thyselves to decide the new leader!" Grímhildr declared, holding the grimoire under her left arm.

"Thou art not leaving until thou gave us the grimoire!" One of the bandits demanded, brandishing a spear.

"Quick before she conjures a dark spell! She is using spells on our fellow men!" Another bandit roared.

"Yes, that explains the sudden disappearance of ten of our men!"

All turned their suspicions on Grímhildr. The female bandit sighed out of exasperation. Realizing these greedy men couldn't be reasoned with, she opened the grimoire.

"Stop her!" Another old bandit yelled out.

As the bandits rushed her, Grímhildr's smile widened into an evil grin. "I hast grown tired of being associated with filthy swine like thyselves! Now be gone!" With that, a bright green aura shot out of the grimoire like a beam and enveloped the user. Bathed in the green light, Grímhildr cackled incessantly and fired a green wave that melted the bandits down into piles of bones.

Stepping over the remains of her subordinates, she crushed the skull of the old man.

"I hast severe ties with lowly thieves like thyselves." She closed the grimoire and felt the intense mystic powers coursing through her. With time, these mystic powers would change her outlook on the world. She would also ascend into a higher being above any lowly mortals.

"With the grimoire, the more power she gathered, the less human she became. Being a human was limiting. She opted to increase her knowledge of the world beyond humans. Eventually, she learned of the existence of the divine beings that created and watched the mortal realm. Grímhildr would learn the grimoire once belonged to Völva. And through Völva's text, she was willing to continue her plot to destroy the Æsir. By learning forbidden spells, Grímhildr increased her power from a lowly sorceress into a divine entity. To achieve this, she had to extend her lifespan by any means necessary. To do this, she required human sacrifices. Human souls became her nourishment. After consuming enough human souls, she extended her life by a couple of years. She would later consume hundreds, extending her life beyond decades. This was to ensure she'd learn every known spell Völva and her reincarnations created."

Inside an abandoned church, Grímhildr sat on a chair. Her yellow eyes scanned the bodies of victims, including some women and children. She pulled her hood down, revealing her ageless appearance. Even after a hundred years had passed, she still had the same face and russet hair. However, she wasn't the same lowly and uneducated bandit from a century ago. She now possessed a wealth of dark magic knowledge. When she removed her gray robe, she unveiled a green dress. Her physique was less built for combat as she hadn't required physical battle since relying exclusively on dark magic. However, her chest was slightly more endowed after experimenting on her body with dark magic. She used her new 'sensual charm' to lure men out and extract their souls with a kiss.

"This will dost. I will not need to feed on any souls for a while," Grímhildr murmured, her lips curving outward into a fiendish smile. It has been so long since the concept of age and death frightened her. Even wounds she received from confrontations, including a recent scuffle with a barbarian were nothing to her. She watched her wound heal up as skin regenerated over the open cut. "My body hast become divine. Not even illnesses can plague me. However, I must continue to consume enough souls to halt the ravages of time. I must continue to defy death."

"Grímhildr became far too powerful for the mortal world. Another few centuries would pass and she would ascend further. The gods of the Nine Realms started to take notice. Acting with extreme caution, Grímhildr ceased feasting on souls. However, she had accumulated enough souls. If there was anything Grímhildr learned, it was that with patience one would receive great rewards. And that reward came in the form of immortality.

Grímhildr had gained divine power and made herself known to the Æsir and the gods of the other Realms. The Unmoralisch arose."

Standing outside the balcony of his palace, Odin confronted Asgard's unwanted guest. The Allfather was joined by a woman with long, straight back-length argent hair that went down near the waist and silver eyes. She wore a white gown with a white embroidered necklace. Loki, Heimdallr, and a group of women garbed in Valkyrie armor joined them.

The guest turned out to be Grímhildr, whose outward appearance changed since going into hiding. Once a lowly bandit, Grímhildr achieved divinity. Now taller than before standing 6'1 feet tall, Grímhildr's imposing presence brought a dreadful vibe. Her now milky white hair was shaped into a crown resembling two devil's horns. Long strands of her milky hair cascaded over her back. She had on a silver dress and high heels. A white necklace adorned her neck collar. She wore silver arm and wrist bracelets. Tufts of shimmering and white long feathers spread outward in the manner of a peacock's tail feathers. In her right hand was a long silver staff coupled with a yellow magical orb inside the staff. This was her trusted staff, Unmoralteinn.

Loudly tapping Unmoralteinn in the air, Grímhildr made herself known to Asgard's king and his loyal cohorts. "Allfather, I come here to meet thee and announce my sovereignty of a new kingdom. A dominion pledging its allegiance under me, Grímhildr the Unmoralisch!"

"A new kingdom?" Frigg asked. "Who art thou to claim thee can create a realm for thyself?!"

Grímhildr chortled calmly. "Oh, I hast now. My kingdom is called Unmoralheim. My followers and I hast opened access to people Asgard hath shunned away." She gave a scornful glare toward Odin. "Thy tyrannical ways hast created hostility among thy people, Allfather. Unlike thou, I hast granted people from all realms access to establish homes in Unmoralheim. Anyone may live in Unmoralheim. Asgardians who hast been wronged by Allfather art more than welcome."

"Thou hast nerve to come here and tell me this, witch! No one just requests with myself!" The Allfather snarled as he lifted Gungnir.

Preparing to defend herself with Unmoralteinn, Grímhildr smirked ever coolly. "Look at thyself, Allfather. Is that paranoia I sense in thee? Art thou afraid Unmoralheim will pose a threat? Well, thou shouldst hast destroyed the grimoire when thee hadst the chance."

Once the grimoire was brought to his attention, Odin was taken aback. "Thou dost not mean…?! Thou found Völva's grimoire?!"

The Unmoralisch laughed loudly. "Indeed I hast! I found it back when I was a lowly bandit, who sought any worthwhile item I couldst find."

"Where is it?!"

"As if I wouldst tell thee, Allfather. It is somewhere where thou will never find it."

"Thou hast the nerve to come and challenge my authority?!"

"Perhaps, I hast. I intend to finish Völva's conflict with Asgard. I hast obtained a greater wealth of knowledge thanks to her. Galdrabók changed my life for the better and granted me a greater perspective of the world beyond the mortal realm. I hast since abandoned Midgard and intend to firmly establish my dominion. One that surpasses Asgard!"

"Then, thou hast declared war on Asgard!" Allfather bellowed.

"If that is how thou see it, then so be it. I intend to protect my people from thy tyrannical hands, Allfather." As she raised her staff, she summoned her subjects.

A massive obsidian dragon with a 55-foot-long body and a wingspan of 20 meters in length soared high over Allfather's castle. Dreki-Andvari descended next to Grímhildr and allowed her to sit on his back.

"Thank thee, Andvari. Högni and Saul come forth!"

Also present on Dreki-Andvari's back were two men. On Grímhildr's right is a moderate-built man garbed. The man wore dark gray body armor and a helmet coupled with a long-sleeved gray shirt underneath the body armor, light blue pants, and black boots. He has short neck-length dark blue hair, spiky at the front, and blue eyes.

"Thou summoned me, Högni, Lady Grímhildr?" He responded in a ruffian tone.

On her left is a taller and muscular man with short, neck-length groomed reddish brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a simple long-sleeved olive green shirt, light blue pants, and brown shoes.

"And I, Saul, am here to serve thee." He addressed in a deep and subdued tone.

"It appears we may hast some future conflict with Asgard, my subjects," Grímhildr furrowed her brows, scornfully glaring at Allfather and his subjects.

Casting an intense glare at Grímhildr, Frigg fiercely snarled. "Odin, allow me and my Valkyries to personally deal with her."

Nodding, the Allfather complied. "Permission granted, but be careful. There is no telling how much power she hath obtained from the grimoire."

Frigg whipped around and faced the Valkyries. This was the First Generation Valkyries comprising Freyja, Hel, Vör, Skaði, and Jörð. There was another Valkyrie among them.

Turning toward the sixth member, Frigg nodded. "Sváfa."

The aforementioned woman had neck-length platinum blonde hair. Her bronze eyes stared fondly into Frigg's eyes. This Valkyrie wore golden body armor, golden armored gloves & boots, and a purple helmet. Her helmet's carapace pieces have three orange feathers jutting outward on both sides.

A smile adorned this Valkyrie's friendly features. "Dost not worry, Frigg. I, Sváfa the Light Valkyrie, will not fail thee, my friend. We, the Valkyries, will ride together and defend Asgard from this witch!"

Frigg smiled. "Indeed we will."

"When Grímhildr made herself public to the Nine Realms, she made a name for herself. Establishing Unmoralheim was a good first step. Although a treacherous witch when confronted by her enemies, Grímhildr cared for the people of Unmoralheim and vowed to protect them from the Allfather's tyrannical reach. Reacting in a disgruntled manner, Odin abhorred Grímhildr and sought to destroy her by any means. However, rather than take matters into his own hands, he gave Frigg a chance to reform her Valkyries. The First Generation Valkyries formed during the Æsir–Vanir War. This new conflict with Grímhildr would become personal when Grímhildr once tried to seduce Odin to appease and convince him to cease conflicts between them.

Heh, Grímhildr got more than she bargained for and Frigg came to Odin's rescue. This further prompted the grudge between Frigg and Grímhildr. To better combat Frigg and her Valkyries, Grímhildr recruited five powerful witches, all of whom were practitioners of Seiðr, the legacy of Völva's magic. Grímhildr named these five witches, the Völva Fimm."

Having amassed her Valkyries, Frigg emerged in a full-bodied white armor with gold and silver trim. She put on armored elbow-length gloves and thigh-length boots. The carapace of her helmet had white feathers poking through the sides.

Sváfa, Freyja, Hel, Vör, Skaði, and Jörð assembled around Frigg, who looked up and faced the advancing enemy forces heading near Valaskjálf.

Leading the Unmoralisch's ground forces was Saul, who came in another form suited for warfare.

Becoming a dark red-armored behemoth, Saul took on a menacing outward appearance that inspired fear among his cohorts and enemies. He wore shoulder plating shaped like skulls, silver armored elbow-length gloves, silver shin guards with embellished skull emblems, black boots, a silver helmet with long, curved horns, and four sets of spikes lined across the crown of his head. His hair was black, shoulder-length, and disheveled. His eyes became an unsettling lime green.

Since becoming the Über-Kobold Captain in leading an army of Kobolds, Saul was a formidable enemy. Hundreds of Asgardians fell to this giant's might.

Joining their captain, the army of Kobolds bellowed and rallied in unison. Among these Kobolds are humanoids with draconic and Dwarven features. Resembling reptilian Dwarves with tails, there were variants each with differentiating features. Many have beards that are sentient snake-like beards like Drei Snakô's. Some have armored, spiky scales like Rüstung Wyrm's. Other variants have wings like Gehörnt Wivern's. These abominations are the result of blood samples from the Great Drekar. Grímhildr achieved this by utilizing mosquito drones.

Besides normal Kobolds, Grímhildr conjured stronger, more human-like variants. They are grotesque-looking with dark gray complexion and dark, stringy hair. Known as Über-Kobolds, these variants amassed and rallied behind their leader and captain Saul.

Among the other mooks are feather-winged female humanoids called Verðir. These harpy-like creatures soared high into the air and hovered over Saul's forces. Also, a part of Grímhildr's forces are grotesque, olive green-skinned, lump-nosed hags known as Mara.

Additionally, an army of black skeleton-like beings called Obsidian Skeletons appeared from out of the ground, many wielding jagged swords and expelling crimson smoke from their ghastly faces. Their skeletal bodies retained remnants of their former human life, including dead skin, torn clothing, and rusted armor.

Backing Saul and the Unmoralisch's armies were the Unmoralisch's five minor commanders.

A pair of twin sisters stood over a few slain Asgardian soldiers. The sister on the left had light orange skin, silver short neck-length hair with two braided bangs hanging down the sides of her face, and red eyes. She had on a short purple top with a hole in the center, a short purple skirt, a silver armband on her right tricep, and a torn thigh-length purple legging covering the right leg.

The twin sister on the right had a lilac complexion, brown eyes, and a similar hairstyle but was lavender. She had on a short sea-green top with a slit exposing her cleavage, a short sea-green skirt, a silver armband on her left tricep, and a torn thigh-length sea-green legging covering her left leg.

Both also wore silver shoulder armor and waist belts. Their common notable feature is their cow tails, making them part-animal.

Högni appeared in front of the twins and addressed them. "Commanders Skogsrå and Råndan, the other commanders need our help!"

Skogsrå nodded. "Lead the way."

Råndan added. "And we shalt follow."

They passed by and noticed a pale-skinned woman with Mimi pink features and a well-endowed chest. She had shoulder-length dark green hair coupled with longer strands hanging down the back of her spine. Her bold black eyes scanned the corpse of an Asgardian man she drained the life from. She wore a crimson sleeveless dress and high heels. A pair of white wings are folded behind her back.

When she heard Högni and the twins's approach, the woman stood up.

"Askafroa, we art ready to advance," Högni stated. "Where is Sjörå?"

"Right here, Master Högni," came a seductive voice, directly from a pale-skinned, red-eyed woman with long back-length dark teal hair, and a full-bodied, sleeveless dark blue bodysuit. She wore red lip gloss. When she opened her mouth to speak, it was normal lips, but her teeth were sharp.

"We art ready to continue the slaughter, Master Högni," Askafroa bowed.

"We art meant to serve and please thee," Sjörå submitted to him.

"Four of thou art present, but there only remains one."

The sound of a cat and bells was heard as a light purple-furred woman appeared. She had neck-length black hair, unkempt at the top sections of the head. She wore a white dress with black and orange polka dots and yellow cat bells on her wrists. When she opened her eyes, they were red with yellow slit pupils.

"I am getting tired. Merow. Can I hast my nap now, Master Högni?" The cat-woman questioned him while dragging the corpse of an Asgardian soldier.

"Kostbera, this is no time to be fooling around. Lady Grímhildr expects us to clear these sections. Dost thou want to incur her fury because thou want a nap?"

Dropping the corpse, Kostbera sighed, yawning. "Ok, fine. Merow!"

"Good. Now, come, my pretty horur. Let us slaughter more Asgardians!"

"Yes!" The ladies shouted in unison.

"As you can see, Loki, my mother had quite a… weird bunch of followers. Almost comical, except the Saul guy. But, they weren't her only loyal subjects."

"We art ready, Frigg," Sváfa firmly stated.

Nodding, Frigg focused on the forthcoming enemy. "I, Frigg the Light Valkyrie, command thee to protect my husband, the Allfather, and all of Asgard!"

The Valkyries cried passionately in unison and glided upward to meet the Unmoralisch's forces. Elsewhere, Asgard's ground forces contended with Grímhildr's commanders' armies.

The Völva Fimm, Grímhildr's main commanders, descended and halted the Valkyries's path.

"Well, look at we hast here. Odin sends his Valkyries to fight our lady. Sorry, but thou must asketh for an appointment to seek an audience with Lady Grímhildr!" Boasted a tall woman who is a two-headed conjoined twin in one body. Their clothing and hair color were evenly divided. The conjoined witch's left head had shoulder-length light red with ebony streaks and the right head was light blue with ivory streaks. Their hair was styled with a bun and braided knots. The witch wore a black sleeveless dress coupled with an underskirt and dark boots. The entire clothing was color-coded and split to distinguish the conjoined twin's personalities; the left side had red on the dress, and underskirt, and the left-sided boot was dark red while the right side had blue on the dress, underskirt, and right-sided boot was dark blue. Her left eye is red and her left eye is blue. The conjoined twin wore golden bracelets over the wrists and ankles. The right, blue-haired head spoke out. "Because I, Hlaðguðr svanhvít, hast been personally picked to deal with thee, Frigg!"

The left, red-haired head added. "Be sure to leave me some of her, Hervör alvitr, dearest sister."

Eyeing the two-headed, conjoined witch, Frigg was taken aback. "But, thou were King Hlödvér's daughter?"

Hlaðguðr chortled and shrugged. "Oh, I was, but that man and my former kingdom shunned me out for being an 'abomination'. Lady Grímhildr opened the door for me to join her."

Hervör added coyly. "Yes, and she passed on Völva's teachings to us. Our power grew strong and enough to destroy our former kingdom."

The two heads then cried out together. "And we hast been made leader of the Völva Fimm! We art the Yin-Yang Völva! And as thou can see, my colleagues here art ready to deal some divine punishment to thee, Valkyries!" Utilizing her commanding presence, the two-headed witch raised her staff and summoned her colleagues.

With that, four other women dressed in similar black clothing appeared next to their two-headed, conjoined leader.

"Greetings, I am Thrima the Lightning Völva!" A young woman with curly, neck-length goldenrod hair and maize eyes announced. Being the youngest, Thrima had the appearance of a late-teenager. She wore a similar uniform sleeveless black dress like the Yin-Yang Völva but had on a yellow skirt and black leggings. Yellow feathers adorned the top of a silver tiara. She also wore yellow earrings. She took out her staff decorated with electrical bolts.

"A displeasure to meet thee, Valkyries. I am Svipul the Glacial Völva!" A young adult woman with straight shoulder length ghost white hair and frost blue eyes announced. Her skin tone had a distinct creamy look with palish pink tones. She had on a dark blue and black mosaic-style dress with dark blue leggings. She had on light blue wristbands, dark blue feathers atop a light blue hat, and dark blue earrings. She produced her staff, decorated with icicles.

"I, Ráðgríðr the Infernal Völva, shalt burn thee into cinders!" A young adult woman with long back-length scarlet hair called out in a haughty tone. Her hair was styled with twin tails at the back that hung loosely over her shoulders. She had on a dark red sleeveless crop top, a red short skirt, long black leggings, and bright red heels. She also had on red earrings and yellow wrist & ankle bracelets. She carried a staff decorated with flames.

"And I am Sanngriðr the Deadroot Völva!" A young adult woman with moss green hair tied into two buns with longer hair strands hanging loose at the bottom. Her eyes matched her hair color. She wore a black dress with thin threads criss-crossed over her bosom. She also had on dark green and black leggings as well as golden wrist and ankle bracelets. She produced a staff decorated with vines.

"Together the Völva Fimm cannot be defeated! Not even Odin's Valkyries hath a chance!" The two-headed, conjoined witch declared.

The Valkyries took no chances and engaged the Völva Fimm.

"The first series of battles between Odin and Grímhildr usually ended with casualties, but neither side could defeat the other. However, the Völva Fimm proved more than capable of handling Frigg and the First Generation Valkyries. They could not decisively defeat the Völva Fimm, even suffering a humiliating loss during their first encounter. This prompted Frigg and her Valkyries to recruit new blood into the Valkyrie rankings. To contend with the Völva Fimm, younger maidens with latent and powerful potentials were needed.

Some time passed. This is where the Second Generation Valkyries, alternatively known as the Valkyrie Fimm, led by Sigrdrífa entered the picture. Their contributions proved enough to turn the tide of the war."

As Frigg was caught in a barrage of explosive orbs, Hlaðguðr and Hervör blasted her with armor-piercing beams of light and darkness energies. The two-headed witch's maniacal laughter matched the manic look on her face. As Frigg prepared to blast her with a light beam, the two-headed witch was interceded by a volley of sharp, metal blades heading her way. The Völva Fimm leader narrowly dodged and spotted the perpetrator.

"Who dares to attack me?!" The Yin-Yang Völva shouted.

A smile smeared on Frigg's face as her savior arrived. The Valkyrie Fimm leader appeared to be a spitting image of Brynhildr. Her golden eyes were the same as Brynhildr's. Even her hair was black much like the Blood Valkyrie's, but this Valkyrie's hair was longer and shoulder-length with two braid-like wavy pigtails on the front side. This Valkyrie wore full-bodied dark navy blue armor, including armored gloves, long-heeled boots, and a helmet. Golden bracelets adorned the end of the gloves. Golden trim aligned across certain undisclosed areas of the armor, namely the chest and boots. She had on a long white skirt fashioned out of thick linen that went down past the thighs. Symbols, resembling rune shapes with wings, were emblazoned on the center breastplate and helmet. Three long white feathers protrude outward through the sides of her helmet.

"Who art thou?!" The two-headed Völva Fimm leader shouted at the newcomer.

"Sigrdrífa, thank Asgard thou hast come," Frigg smiled with relief.

With a heroic smile, Sigrdrífa took out a golden sword guard and pulled out her sword Zweihänder. "Fear not, Lady Frigg. The Valkyrie Fimm art here to stop these witches!"

"Valkyrie Fimm?!" The Yin-Yang Völva spat out as she noticed her colleagues being attacked by new Valkyries.

Coming to Sváfa's rescue was a Valkyrie with shoulder-length rose-gold hair and garbed in semi-revealing yellow body armor, cutting off above that revealed her midriff, upper back, and bare shoulders. She was slightly taller than Sigrdrífa and wore yellow armored gloves just a few inches from her elbows and silver shin guards. Her yellow knee-length boots are open-toed akin to high-heeled sandals. A long white cape flapped behind her back. A white dress went past her knees with the bottom of the skirt trimmed in orange. She had on a yellow helmet with white trim. Three feathers poked out of the carapace areas of her helmet. On the front of the helmet was a rune shaped like two wings. Her hazel eyes, matching her fierce warrior prowess, glared at Thrima.

"Art thou ok, Sváfa?" The Valkyrie asked her while countering Thrima's staff with her knightly sword. She also managed to neutralize the Lightning Völva's yellow lightning with her shield that had a two-winged rune on it.

"I am now. Thank thee, Reginleif!"

Having been frozen by Svipul's ice magic, Vör and Skaði were broken free by another member of the Valkyrie Fimm. Their rescuer used specialized threads to cut through the ice.

They and Svipul were met by a modest-sized Valkyrie. She had back length wavy glaucous hair and gray eyes. She had on a semi-revealing cerulean body armor, which showed off her bare shoulders and back. The Valkyrie also had on elbow-length armored gloves, knee-length boots with navy blue trim lined around them, and a helmet. She wore a cerulean cape. A white dress went down a few inches near her ankles. The bottom of the skirt is trimmed in cerulean. The Valkyrie's helmet has carapace pieces with three blue wings poking out of the sides. A similar two-wing rune was emblazoned on the front helmet side.

"Thou made it, Skalmöld!" Vör happily cried out.

"Couldst hast thou arrived sooner?" Skaði scoffed.

"My apologies, but Grímhildr's forces got in our way," Skalmöld politely replied. She readied her threads and faced Svipul. "Dost not worry, I hast figured out this witch's weak points."

Hel was spared a fiery death by Ráðgríðr's flames. A wall of magma formed out of nowhere and absorbed the Infernal Völva's attack. The Underworld Valkyrie watched as a Valkyrie newcomer blocked her way and had a hand out over the magma wall.

This Valkyrie had shoulder-length russet hair with two front braids and a single back braid. She had on full-body red armor coupled with elbow-length armored gloves, knee-length boots, and a helmet. Her red armor was trimmed with golden yellow over undisclosed areas, notably around the helmet, boots, gloves, and front side of the chest armor. She also wore a white battle dress that is several inches above the knees. Fluttering behind her back is a white cape. The Valkyrie wore a yellow waist belt carrying paper seals with winged runes embellished on them. Three similar white feathers jutted through the carapaces of her helmet. Embellished on her helmet is a golden two-winged rune. Her vermilion eyes glared daggers into the enemy.

The Valkyrie conjured a claymore. "We art here now to fight in thy place, Lady Hel."

"Yes, thank thee, Herfjötur!" The Underworld Valkyrie genuinely responded.

A cloud materialized and downpoured an acidic rain that melted a 25-foot-tall ravenous Venus flytrap monster, freeing the entangled Jörð and Freyja from its vine tendrils. The Earthshaker and Love Valkyries were relieved as their savior appeared.

This savior is a Valkyrie with straight shoulder-length celadon hair tied in a ponytail. She had on dark violet upper body armor, elbow-length armored gloves, and knee-length boots. Her eyes are bright like amber. Coupled with her dark armor, she wore a full-body dark green armor mesh underneath. Her dark violet armor and helmet. had silver trim along undisclosed areas. Unlike the other Valkyrie Fimm members, she wore no skirt or dress of any kind but instead had on black leggings with violet armor covering her waist and knees. Her helmet's carapaces have three white feathers poking outward. On the front of her helmet is a silver two-winged rune emblem. The Valkyrie had a pair of seax readily drawn for battle with Sanngriðr.

"Róta, thou hast come!" Jörð graciously called to her.

Freyja scoffed and cried out with tears. "Róta! My sister, thou art here to save me!"

Róta smiled pitifully at Freyja's overdramatic wailing. "Dry those tears, Freyja. I hast come to save thee all. Our brother, Freyr, and Gullinbursti art fighting against the ground forces as we speak."

Having drawn Zweihänder, Sigrdrífa swiftly clashed with Hervör and Hlaðguðr. The Yin-Yang Völva pushed her staff against Sigrdrífa's sword.

Hlaðguðr growled, uncurling her lips with irritation. "Who art thou to interfere?!"

"I am Sigrdrífa the Blade Valkyrie! Leader of the Valkyrie Fimm!" Upon making her introduction to the two-headed witch, numerous portals opened and a barrage of blades rained down on the Völva leader.

Raising her shield, Reginleif stopped Thrima's lightning magic. "I am Reginleif the Shield Valkyrie! Symbol of courage and idealism!" She swung her sword and knocked Thrima's staff away.

"Curse thee!" Thrima hissed with venom.

Skalmöld and Svipul briefly engaged as the former utilized her threads to break apart the latter's icicles. The Glacial Völva summoned her Lagarfljót Worm, a 15-foot long black and white spectacled worm with a suction mouth full of sharp teeth.

"I am Skalmöld the Trapmaker Valkyrie!" The glaucous-haired Valkyrie twitched her fingers, manipulating longer thread strands to use against Svipul's worm.

"I am not so pleased to meet thy acquaintance!" Svipul scowled.

Herfjötur and Ráðgríðr unleashed flames toward the other. The power of their fiery elements collided seemingly on par with each other.

"Thou may call me Herfjötur the Blacksmith Valkyrie!" She threw her claymore at Ráðgríðr, who narrowly sidestepped the large weapon.

"How art thy flames as strong as mine?!" Ráðgríðr berated her new Valkyrie adversary.

"And I am Róta the Sleet Valkyrie!" The dark violet-armored warrior threw her seax at Sanngriðr.

The Deadroot Völva conjured vines to catch the seax. "Thou dost not scare me!"

Following a powerful sword swing, Sigrdrífa repelled the Yin-Yang Völva. The two-headed witch scowled furiously, expelling light and darkness bolts from her staff. Sigrdrífa stopped the witch's attacks with her sword.

"We art Lord Odin's next Valkyrie line of defense! We shalt protect Asgard from the likes of thee and thy queen!" The Blade Valkyrie openly declared her intentions.

Suddenly, Grímhildr appeared before the Valkyries and the Völva Fimm. Upon seeing their master, the Völva Fimm bowed their heads.

"Intriguing. Thou art Odin's new Valkyries?" Grímhildr coolly addressed the Valkyrie Fimm. "If thou art able to match my Völva Fimm, then this conflict shalt be interesting."

Sigrdrífa fiercely pointed her sword toward Grímhildr. "We hast been summoned to assist Lady Frigg! Grímhildr the Unmoralisch, thou shalt be slain!"

Beckoning the Völva Fimm to her, the Grímhildr chuckled. "Yes, one of us will meet our end, but it shalt not be me, Sigrdrífa. It shalt be thee."

"As the Valkyrie Fimm entered the picture, the war continuously went on. Each time the Valkyrie Fimm and Völva Fimm would constantly try to outdo the other in a series of battles. Until one day, Grímhildr engaged Frigg and Sigrdrífa. Thinking she had accumulated enough power to defeat them both, the Unmoralisch became overconfident. When she dropped her guard, Frigg dealt her a grievous blow. While it didn't kill her, Grímhildr was forced to withdraw and escape into Midgard to heal her injuries. Unmoralheim was left vulnerable without its queen, leaving the Völva Fimm to run the kingdom.

Of course, one loyal servant wasn't there to fight on behalf of his queen as he was supposed to. What was he doing the whole time? Well, he was playing with his queen's low-class commanders."

Having returned from a grueling defeat, the Yin-Yang Völva stormed through the halls of Grímhildr's palace. Her two heads fumed red with fury.

"Högni! Where the fukka art thee?!" Hervör screamed furiously.

Hlaðguðr added, equally as angry as her conjoined sister. "Lady Grímhildr is gone because thou didst not show up to fight! Thou hast deserted thy post!"

The other Völva Fimm members entered their queen's royal chamber. Each bore scars and bodily injuries from the last battle.

"Our Lady Grímhildr is gone!" Thrima wailed, kicking her feet into the air and flailing her arms about like a pouty child.

Healing her broken arm with her ice magic, Svipul remarked. "She didst not die though."

"They shalt pay," Ráðgríðr growled.

"No, Högni will pay dearly for this," Sanngriðr snarled.

"Saul!" The Yin-Yang Völva called forth the Über-Kobold Captain. "We need to find that lazy ruffian! Saul!"

Cut off from the rest, Högni was in his harem chamber with his horur. They were sprawled together on a giant royal purple mattress. All of them were butt naked save for Sjörå, who wore a cerulean kimono-like dress, a pearl necklace, and ivory shoes. She was in her human form. She took on an exotic-looking form, resembling a Midgardian from the Far East. Her black eyes scanned Högni's naked body and became entranced by his handsome features.

"Go on, Sjörå. Take them off."

Nodding in compliance with her master's wishes, Sjörå disrobed her kimono, revealing her pale-skinned naked body. She stuck her feet out, allowing Högni to take her shoes off.

"Thou hast such delicate skin, Sjörå. Come closer. Let us hast some fun."

"As thou wish, Master Högni." With that, Sjörå lay down opposite Askafroa and leaned next to Högni.

Högni had the Huldra sisters, the pale-skinned Unseelie, the water nymph, and the troll cat-woman gathered as his prized harem and servants. He took them in after their native homes discarded them. After saving them, the women pledged their undying loyalty to their master. In return, they willingly gave their bodies for Högni's pleasures.

Högni watched as Råndan & Sjörå and Skogsrå & Askafroa paired off kissing each other. Kostbera snuggled up to Högni, seductively teasing him. The man and the cat-woman then kissed. Kostbera folded her arms around her man's neck and caressed his dick with her tail. Högni felt aroused as his dick started to harden. He held her back with his right arm while caressing her butt with his left hand.

"Oh yes! That feels good!" Högni yelled out, clenching his teeth as he felt his dick being caressed by the troll cat-woman.

The Huldra sisters, Råndan and Skogsrå, then approached their master's bedside. Bearing evil grins, the sisters sat down and used their tails to caress his dick even more. Högni slowly rose as he leaned forward to kiss the sisters. The man and the sisters' lips locked as they licked each other. The Huldra sisters licked his face. As this was going on, Sjörå and Askafroa caressed his body, licked his neck, and even aroused his nipples by licking it. Högni's nipples hardened as his horur pleasured him. They took a step further as they fondled, licked, and sucked his crotch. As the pale Unseelie and water nymph sucked his testicles, the Huldra sisters' tails fondled his hardening member. Kostbera ended up licking his anal opening.

"How dost it feel, master?" The Huldra sisters asked him.

"Yeah, let us keep this up," Högni replied with a mischievous smile.

The Huldra sisters shifted over to the right and left side of their master. Kostbera sat in the middle. The trio proceeded to lick his member. Laying down on the floor, Högni returned the favor and licked the inside of the Huldra sisters's pussies simultaneously. As this was happening, the sisters rubbed their butts on their master's face while Kostbera sat on top of Högni and forced his member inside her. He thrust his dick inside Kostbera, eliciting a loud cat screech from the purple catgirl. The women then leaned in to lock lips with Högni, each trying to see who would kiss their master first. The three ladies's tails wrapped around each other. Finally, the man removed his dick from Kostbera and climaxed. Högni's hardened member pumped out sperm, shooting some into the Huldra sisters' faces. Kostbera licked some of the sexual fluids like the milk she enjoyed drinking, but these romantic fluids had a more delicious taste.

"Mmm, tasty," Kostbera purred with delight, licking some semen from her nose. Her sensitive nostrils smelled the sweet smell of Högni's seed. She wanted more and crawled over to lick some more of the Huldra sisters' faces.

"We art not done yet…" Högni chuckled as he had Skogsrå on all fours while shoving his member inside her anal spot. Råndan was behind her sister with Högni thrusting his dick inside Skogsrå.

Skogsrå let out loud orgasmic pants. As Högni continuously rocked her, Skogsrå's mouth widened and her eyes rolled back. More heavy orgasmic pants came out. Her tongue hung loose. She had a look of sheer pleasure etched on her face. Her breasts jiggled back and forth. Råndan kissed and embraced her sister as Högni continued thrusting them from behind.

After finishing with the Huldra sisters, Askafroa and Sjörå had their turns. Högni leaned behind Askafroa and shoved his member into her rectum. While he thrust himself inside her, he slapped her butt cheeks, his hand sounding like the crack of a whip. Askafroa let out a yelp and erotically panted while he rocked her from behind. Sjörå sat in front of Askafroa, exposing her moist vaginal area. Thirsty for her watery juices, Askafroa licked the water nymph's vaginal spot.

"Hey, make sure to leave me some," Högni insisted to join in with the pale-skinned Unseellie.

Complying, Askafroa made room. Högni assisted Askafroa as they licked and ate Sjörå's moist vaginal area. Sjörå let out faint gasps and felt aroused by them eating inside her. Their tongues met while still eating the water nymph's crotch.

"Getting moist! I am about to spill out! It is coming!" Sjörå panted and erotically cried out as she spilled sex fluids on them. The water nymph didn't stop there. She gave Högni and Askafroa a taste of her 'water fountain' by urinating inside her two lovers' faces and mouths.

The two lovers gleefully drank the water nymph's urine, which tasted like fresh water. A water nymph's urine can restore dead vegetation and heal wounds. For Högni and Askafroa, her urine rejuvenated them to continue their love fest.

Högni helped Sjörå to her feet and got in front of her. He initiated a standing intercourse with Sjörå. The water nymph folded her arms over his neck while Högni wrapped his arms over her back. He shoved his hardened member inside Sjörå and kissed her neck. While this went on, Askafroa briefly fingered Sjörå's ass. The man and the female Unseelie had their way with the water nymph, pleasuring her. With her pale cheeks blushing red, the water nymph panted hard as she seemingly enjoyed being submissive to her lovers.

Following the intercourse, the pale-skinned Unseelie had Högni and Sjörå face her. She shook her large breasts and invited them to suck her breasts. Not one to turn down their lover's invite, Högni and Sjörå returned the favor. As they sucked on her massive breasts, the Unseelie grabbed the back of their heads and enticed them to suck her mammaries harder. Högni and Sjörå shifted their mouths from her breasts and shared a kiss. The trio kissed and lip-locked as they sensually panted and moaned. During the passionate threeway kiss, Sjörå felt wet again.

"Oh fukka, getting wet again!" Sjörå cried out.

"I want to drink thou again," Askafroa sensually licked her lips.

"I thinkest we art both thirsty," Högni said as they heard watery sexual fluids spill from the water nymph. "Not to worry, we shalt clean up for thee."

The water nymph blushed, but not from humility. The blush was based on how genuinely affectionate she was for her master and the ladies. They gave her a place to feel more at home. Sjörå was most grateful to have a friend and a love partner like Askafroa. Someone whom she can share her secrets with and her love for Högni. And both went out of their way to pleasure him.

By the end of nightfall, Högni lay on his mattress with his five ladies. Askafroa and Sjörå slept peacefully next to him. Opening his eyes, he fondly looked at the two. He heard the angry outbursts from Yin-Yang Völva and Saul, but he willingly ignored them to be with his beautiful, loyal partner.

"Yes, like I said, Mother had a weird bunch of loyal subjects, but a few of them weren't fully committed to their line of work. And that ended up costing Grímhildr as she was forced to retreat. During her time on Midgard, she went into hiding to heal her wounds. During that healing process, guess who Grímhildr ended up meeting? The man who would end up being my father, King Gjúki."

"Pardon. Who art thou?" A man interjected and caused Grímhildr to defensively spin around.

Grímhildr quickly conjured a lime green magic dagger. She prepared to hit a man with neck-length unkempt sandy blonde hair. She noted the gray body armor coupled with a royal purple robe and gray armored gloves & boots. He was roughly close to her height, approximately 6'0 feet tall.

Her fierce, steely gaze met his purple eyes. The man cautiously approached her.

"Easy now. I hast not come to harm thee, maiden."

Grímhildr scowled. "Get back!" All while she gave a threatening posture, she had her right hand covering a left shoulder wound fresh from Frigg's attack.

The man noticed her wound. "Thou art hurt."

"Get back I sayeth!" She tossed the green dagger, which flew past him.

"Let me look at that wound."

As he approached her, Grímhildr backed off and hissed. Even injured, she could so easily butcher this man alive if she wanted. However, he exposed no hostility toward her. He seemed genuinely concerned. When he cautiously got near her, Grímhildr conceded and showed him her wound.

"My magic is getting weaker. I hast used up most of my power healing my other wounds. I need to rest to get back my power."

"That is fine. We can hast that wound treated. Um, what is thy name, maiden?"

"Grímhildr."

"I am King Gjúki. Come, this way, Grímhildr."

As he offered a helping hand to her, the witch hesitated. When he waited for a response, she took his hand. Gjúki summoned knights to escort them to the medic.

"Why art thou being generous with a stranger such as I?"

"It is the most I can do for a lady as beautiful as thee."

Upon hearing this compliment, Grímhildr evilly smirked. "But, dost not know I am a monster?"

"Thou dost not look like any monster I wouldst fear."

"Maybe thou shouldst be afraid of me?"

Gjúki chuckled modestly. "Thou art being funny. All I see is a beautiful maiden in need of medical treatment. How didst thou get that wound?"

"I hadst a fight with another king's wife."

"And that king be?"

She chose to withhold Odin's name. "Someone tyrannical."

"Well, thou art safe here in my castle. Once we treat thy wound, thou can rest. Thou art hungry? We hast a big feast prepared."

The Unmoralisch didn't know how to react to this king's genuine kindness. Every one of her subjects either conveyed fear or respected her power. With her strength crippled by Frigg, Grímhildr lost the bulk of her power and required time to recover her magic. She was shown to a doctor and had her wound treated. When Gjúki brought Grímhildr to the guest quarters, he sat to listen to her life story. He was shocked to learn she was a queen of her own kingdom.

"So, thou hadst a kingdom?"

"I still dost. At some point, I must return there…"

"Of course, but take thy time to heal here. I will make sure thou feel welcome here."

"Thou art a kind man, Gjúki. Too kind. My subjects often fear me out of respect."

Gjúki smiled. "Well, thou dost not frighten me, Grímhildr. I hope thou can stay longer." He looked at Grímhildr's hand.

Reflecting on her current affairs, Grímhildr wondered how her kingdom was holding without her presence. How long could they be able to keep Unmoralheim stabilized without her? She thought.

"Yes, perhaps I shouldst stay a while." Grímhildr turned and smirked at Gjúki.

"That is how the Unmoralisch and my father met. A chance encounter? Perhaps, but their union is what later conceived me and my brother Gunnar. What was supposed to be a couple of days ended up being weeks? What ended up being weeks became months. For the longest time, Grímhildr had developed an icy disposition to anyone who got close to her. She was betrayed back when she was a lowly bandit. She had severe trust issues and invoked fear in her subjects. None brought the mention of a potential lover to help her bear a successor.

Gjúki's kindness melted the Unmoralisch's cold heart. This was the first time she ever loved a man. He didn't shun or judge her character. She learned a valuable lesson after trying to steal Odin from Frigg. She learned forceful love was not a way to win someone's heart. She let go of those suppressed human emotions she had. She once sacrificed her humanity to become the Unmoralisch. Thanks to Gjúki, she experienced the joys of Midgard. Opting to delay her return to her kingdom, Grímhildr married Gjúki and became his queen. It didn't take long for the gods to discover Grímhildr's whereabouts, but they opted to leave her knowing she would no longer be a threat to the Nine Realms. However, Unmoralheim dearly missed their queen.

One evening, the wedded couple had quite an all-nighter, which would eventually lead to my and Gunnar's eventual births."

Shortly after their wedding, Grímhildr and Gjúki initiated sexual intercourse to cap off their celebration. Both lay under a royal purple sheet. Having stripped herself down butt naked, Grímhildr lay on the bed with Gjúki's member inside her. He straddled his newlywed wife and thrust himself inside her. The Unmoralisch let out a loud orgasmic cry.

"Oh, oh fukka! Keep going harder, Gjúki! HARDER!" Grímhildr demanded, taking all her husband could give her. Even he was surprised by her fortitude.

When he turned his wife around, Gjúki kept his dick inside her and massaged her large breasts. The Unmoralisch's face was covered with sweat and her cheeks were full red. Gjúki climaxed as his royal fluids filled her from the inside. The couple lip-locked and passionately kissed.

"Yes, and it was during that intercourse when the king impregnated the Unmoralisch. His royal seeds would develop inside her body. Nine fateful months would pass and our births happened."

Laying on a bed, Grímhildr went into labor as her pained screams filled the entire medic's chamber. Two nurses were next to the Unmoralisch urging her to push.

"AH! FUKKA IT HURTS! NOTHING IN MY WHOLE EXISTENCE DOST ANYTHING COMPARE TO THIS PAIN! AUGH!"

Gjúki grabbed his wife's hand. "Thou can dost this, my love! Push with all thy might!"

"I SWEAR ON MY NAME, I SHALT KILL THEE WHEN THIS IS OVER!"

"Oh, I am sure thou wouldst like to, Grímhildr," the king chuckled, unfazed by her baseless threat.

Grímhildr gritted her teeth and let out another pained cry. "OH FUKKA! MAKE IT STOP!"

"Hahahah! Oh my god, now this was hilarious! Isn't it funny how of all things to make the feared Unmoralisch cower, it was enduring the pains of labor? It's every woman's worst moment for pain. What's worse is she had to go through extreme pain to give birth to twins! Oh, I can just see the look on that pathetic witch's face now! At least, I can smile knowing I gave Grímhildr the worst pain in her life. Frigg's critical blow has nothing on me giving Grímhildr unbearable agony. And so, Gunnar and I were born. I came out shortly after Gunnar did."

Gjúki held the two crying newborns. A boy in his left arm and a girl on his right.

"They will not stop crying, Grímhildr! What am I supposed to dost?!" The king panicked as Grímhildr beckoned him to give her the newborns. He complied and handed them over.

Grímhildr held her newborns and they immediately ceased crying altogether.

"Thank goodness. But, dost we need to give them names?"

"I hast decided."

"I see. So, what hast thou named them?"

"The boy shalt be Gunnar and the girl shalt be Gudrun. Our children art beautiful, art they, Gjúki?" she smiled and lay down with her newborns.

"Indeed," he clasped his hands and muttered a prayer.

Gazing into her children's eyes, Grímhildr kissed them both. "Perhaps Unmoralheim dost not need their queen anymore. I hast decided to stay here and retire."

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but… nah, bad shit is about to ruin Grímhildr's happily ever after ending! And ugh, how can I forget that woman had the nerve to kiss me? Please. Although Gudrun wasn't a bad name I suppose. Now, what came next?

When news spread throughout the Nine Realms about Grímhildr's activities, Asgard caught wind of this. With nothing left to lose, the tyrannical and petulant Allfather sought this as an opportunity to expand Asgard by decimating the vulnerable Unmoralheim.

One day, a messenger from Unmoralheim found Grímhildr and warned her of Odin's intention to destroy her realm, including all of its inhabitants."

"What?! That monster intends to destroy my people?!" Grímhildr shouted with fury, which terrified Gjúki, who hadn't seen his wife this furious before.

Svipul nodded. "But, it is true, my queen! We need thee!"

"Yes, but…" Grímhildr turned to Gjúki and their infants. She walked up to her husband. "Listen…"

"So, is it true that tyrannical king is the Allfather?"

"Yes, and he is intent on decimating my kingdom, including its inhabitants. There are helpless people there I must protect. Men, women, children, and the elderly. I am their queen! I hast failed them by abandoning them!"

"Dost thou hast to go back?" Gjúki queried to his wife.

"I must. I am sorry, Gjúki." She touched Gunnar and Gudrun's faces. "Please take care of our children."

"Thou sayeth like thou art going to die."

"It is possible, but if I do survive and destroy the Allfather, I shalt return and bring all three to live in Unmoralheim." She kissed Gjúki first and then their children's foreheads. "Thank thee for giving me a home here. I love thee all."

With that, Grímhildr invoked her magic to restore her former royal battle wardrobe. Her staff returned to her right hand.

"Let us go, Svipul."

"At once, my queen!"

As Grímhildr and Svipul used flight magic to leave, Gjúki and the twins watched them leave. Gunnar wailed for his mother. Gudrun opened her eyes, awakened by her brother's incessant crying.

"I didn't remember my mother's departure because I was just a baby. However, after making contact with the dark matter, I learned my mother ruled a dominion that was on the verge of collapse with the Allfather and his forces closing in. Grímhildr returned to fight with her forces and made their final stand against Asgard."

Riding Dreki-Andvari, Grímhildr engaged Frigg and Sigrdrífa.

Soaring through for an aerial battle, Sigrdrífa rode on her noble steed, a white horse with a matching pale tail and mane. The equine's eyes are blue and have the wings and the horn of an alicorn.

"Hófvarpnir! We must not let up and defeat this witch!" Sigrdrífa shouted, steering her alicorn around. Readying Zweihänder in hand, the Blade Valkyrie swung forward and slashed Dreki-Andvari's torso.

Throwing a white wave of light, Frigg forcefully collided with Grímhildr. The Unmoralisch invoked a green magic barrier to deflect Frigg's attack. Neither one was willing to give out to the other.

Contending against Thrima, Reginleif and Sváfa worked together to wear down the Lightning Völva. This was partly thanks to Reginleif's steed, a royal yellow unicorn with a pink mane & tail and green eyes. Its yellow horn flashed a bright light and blasted Thrima.

The unicorn's attack forced the Lightning Völva to transform. Her body quivered violently and exploded into a swarm of flying electrical arthropod-like creatures. Individually, they had round heads and bodies along with antennae like trilobites with hornet wings and stingers. This was Thrima's Unmoralisch Heljar Kyn form.

"This couldst be trouble!" Sváfa exclaimed.

"Glær, let us purge these foul abominations!" Reginleif declared as she and her unicorn glided around wiping out half of the flying arthropods.

Sváfa conjured rings from her light aura and tossed them at the creatures. Several tried to bite and sting her, but Reginleif used her shield to push the insects away. Swinging her knightly sword, the Shield Valkyrie skewered the remaining electrical arthropods.

"That is the end of that witch. Well done, Reginleif!" The Light Valkyrie praised her.

Just then, a behemoth collided with her and Glær. Startled by this, Sváfa turned and faced a large gray and brown-furred hyena-like beast. A mane of black raven feathers lined across its back. The beast towered over Reginleif's unicorn. Snarling, the hyena beast's golden eyes scanned Reginleif and Glær.

"Well done, shield maiden. Now thou and Sváfa contend with me and my steed, Adora the Unmoral Hyäne!" Saul announced, now in his Über-Kobold Captain form. He dismounted his companion and marched toward Reginleif, but Sváfa interceded his path. "Thou wish to die first, Light Valkyrie?!"

"No, I shalt contend with him, Sváfa!" Reginleif stood brandishing her sword and shield. "Go aid Sigrdrífa and Frigg!"

"But, art thou sure…?"

"I shalt be fine," Reginleif stormed at Saul and dodged a devastating blow.

While the Shield Valkyrie kept Saul occupied, Sváfa flew up to aid Sigrdrífa and Frigg.

As Reginleif and Saul's duel continued, it was a contest between power vs. technique and speed. Being the smaller of the two combatants, Reginleif used her nimble speed to her advantage, outpacing Saul's slower blows. Unlike his colleagues, Saul was never one to mince words and taunt his opponents. He hoped to finish the Shield Valkyrie in one blow.

At one point Saul crushed and lifted the terrain with a fist. Reginleif quickly ran up and mounted Saul's left shoulder. Looking to stab his neck with her sword, Adora headbutted Saul from behind and knocked Reginleif off. Saving her rider, Adora mounted Reginleif and lowered her maw to crush the Shield Valkyrie in her bone-crushing jaws. The hyena let out laughter that left Reginleif paralyzed and drove her mind to the brink of madness.

"Ehehe, any last words Valkyrie?!" Adora cackled, closing her jaws over the Shield Valkyrie.

A beam of golden light pierced through Adora's hide. Having blown a hole into Adora, Glær killed the hyena beast and saved the shield maiden.

"Thank thee, Glær!" Reginleif called out.

"Adora! Thou steed shalt pay for this, Valkyrie!" Saul roared as he rushed toward Reginleif with a head full of steam. Building up momentum, he looked to crush Reginleif.

"Remember thy training, Reginleif!" The Shield Valkyrie said as she swiftly dodged Saul's advance and threw her shield, sending it hurtling at the back of Saul's right leg and slicing it off.

Having removed Saul's right leg, the behemoth collapsed as his torn leg started bleeding out. Reginleif mounted Saul's back. Saul tried grabbing at and pulling her off. Reginleif swiftly drove her knightly sword through Saul's neck, instantly slaying the Über-Kobold Captain. Saul's body collapsed face first as blood spilled from his neck and tainted the earth.

Sinking to her knees, Reginleif leaned against her knightly sword with heavy pants. "Ingenuity conquers strength." As she nearly collapsed, Glær caught the Shield Valkyrie.

As she climbed on her unicorn, Reginleif briefly witnessed Vör and Skaði assist Skalmöld destroy Svipul's icy defenses. Using her threads, the Trapmaker Valkyrie cut through Svipul's ice barriers. Skaði danced and summoned a gust of wind that halted Svipul's Lagarfljót Worm. Jumping the giant glacial worm from behind, Vör mounted Svipul's guardian creature and unloaded devastating punches with armored, spiked knuckles. Each blow from the spiked knuckles crushed the sides of the worm's head. After a final blow, the Beast-tamer Valkyrie killed the worm.

Driven mad by her guardian worm's death, Svipul screamed with fury. A snow-white aura surrounded her as she underwent a metamorphosis. Her body extended into a slim long worm-like body. She became a white caecilian with metallic-looking magical scraps constantly rotating around her neck. The caecilian let out a ferocious screech as it launched toward the three Valkyries. Vör tried pushing it back using her brute strength, but Svipul went on the offense and knocked her back. Skaði tried to freeze Svipul, but the giant caecilian's metal scraps nullified the Frost Valkyrie's attacks. When Skalmöld tried to use her threads, the caecilian swung its tail and knocked Skalmöld back.

Just then, a silver chariot pushed by two horses swooped down to catch Skalmöld. Skalmöld was relieved upon seeing her steeds. Formerly the horses of Dagr and Nótt, they were passed over to Skalmöld.

"Thank thee, my friends," Skalmöld gently caressed her steeds's faces.

The horse on the left was Dagr's horse, Skinfaxi, a white horse with a golden mane and tail. On the right was Nótt's horse, Hrímfaxi, a black horse with a silver mane and tail. Both have the same violet eyes and are roughly equal in size.

"Now, let us finish this creature!" Skalmöld declared, directing the horses toward Svipul.

As Svipul's mouth expelled cold air, Skalmöld swerved her horses and chariot away from the frozen breath. She jumped off the chariot and tossed a thread string at the base of Svipul's baseline. Seizing the string she held, Skalmöld tugged and pulled. Svipul tried to rear back and pull the Thread Valkyrie forward. Then, Skalmöld's eyes faced the ground. She pulled on her thread, activating a trap she had planted earlier. She pulled over a pile of dirt, revealing spikes that shot forth and pierced the caecilian's body. Svipul screeched in pain, causing Skalmöld to bisect Svipul with her threads and slice the creature into pieces.

Having slain Svipul, Skalmöld landed with grace. She looked up, witnessing Herfjötur and Hel engage Ráðgríðr in an aerial battle.

Evading Ráðgríðr's flamed magic, Herfjötur rode her own chariot with two horses. Formerly Sól's steeds, Árvakr and Alsviðr were handed down to Herfjötur. Both amber-eyed horses had reddish-orange burning bodies, making them literal horses covered in flames. Their tails and manes are reddish orange. They are roughly the same sizes as Skinfaxi and Hrímfaxi.

"We hast her where we want her, Herfjötur!" Hel called out as she and the Blacksmith Valkyrie blasted the Infernal Völva. Árvakr and Alsviðr assisted as they released flames and blasted Ráðgríðr.

Their combined fire attacks overpowered Ráðgríðr's flamed barrier. Ráðgríðr screamed with anger as the flames burned away her skin, unveiling her Unmoralisch Heljar Kyn form. Ráðgríðr emerged resembling a large cone snail with jellyfish tendrils poking out of her shell. The creature shot its venomous tendrils at the Valkyries. Both managed to dodge, but the creature spat a fiery venom that hit Hel.

"Lady Hel!" Herfjötur called out and drove her chariot to catch her.

"No! Forget me and slay the monster!" The Underworld Valkyrie beckoned her.

Turning back to the cone snail, Herfjötur readied her claymore and drove her chariot toward Ráðgríðr. The creature spat fiery venom at Herfjötur and her horses. Herfjötur turned her chariot around, avoiding the venom. She then jumped off and cracked the creature's shell with her claymore. Upon fracturing Ráðgríðr's defenses, Herfjötur saw an opening and produced her paper seals. Muttering a ritualistic incantation, the runes on the paper seals glowed with life. She threw the seals on the creature's soft body as they exploded and ignited the creature into flames. Scorched in flames, Ráðgríðr screeched and fell to her fiery demise.

After slaying the creature, Herfjötur tended to Hel and used a paper seal to nullify the venom inside the Underworld Valkyrie. The Blacksmith Valkyrie watched her colleague, Róta, aiding Jörð and Freyja against Sanngriðr.

Having destroyed two of her giant Venus flytrap behemoths, the Valkyries set their sights on Sanngriðr. Coming forward, Róta rode on her steed.

"Art thou ready to finish this, Svaðilfari?" Róta asked her black and white striped horse, the appearance akin to a zebra. Svaðilfari had a black mane & tail and hazel eyes. Svaðilfari neighed in response to the Sleet Valkyrie.

Sanngriðr quickly shot tentacled vines from her hands, ensnaring Jörð and Freyja. The Earthshaker Valkyrie tried earth bending, but Sanngriðr tightened her hold and moved Jörð from the nearest earth. Freyja failed to break loose. In fact, both Valkyries felt their energies being drained by Sanngriðr. Róta and Svaðilfari swiftly moved in to save them, but Sanngriðr formed a petaled barrier that absorbed Róta's mist. Having absorbed her enemies's raw energies, Sanngriðr's transformation was initiated. She unveiled her Unmoralisch Heljar Kyn form. She turned into a Jinmenju humanoid creature. Her arms and legs grotesquely morphed with brown skin with rosette-forming carnivorous sundew plant. Her hair extended and turned into Venus flytrap hair strands.

Sanngriðr charged at Róta and Svaðilfari. Before Róta can attack, the Deadroot Völva's Venus flytrap hair launched forward and grabbed the Sleet Valkyrie. As she started draining the Valkyrie's energy, Svaðilfari charged and headbutted Sanngriðr from behind.

"Fukka beast!" Sanngriðr snarled as she shot flytrap her to grab Svaðilfari.

"No!" Róta shouted as she instinctively summoned some sleet that covered Sanngriðr.

Once neutralizing the Deadroot Völva, Róta broke loose from her bindings and threw a seax through Sanngriðr's chest. Then, Róta rained acidic mist that melted Sanngriðr. Róta produced another seax to cut off Svaðilfari's bindings.

"Thou art ok now, my friend. Thank thee." Róta patted Sanngriðr's face.

"Sister, please remove these bindings off me this instant!" Freyja pleaded, still tied up by the Deadroot Völva's vines.

"Sorry, dear sister." Róta headed over to cut the vines holding her sister and Jörð. She turned to the sky where a bigger battle ensued.

Frigg, Sváfa, and Sigrdrífa fought with Grímhildr, Dreki-Andvari, and Hlaðguðr & Hervör. Insisting on defeating Grímhildr on her own, Frigg pushed herself to defeat the witch and the dragon. Sváfa and Sigrdrífa were tasked to slay the Yin-Yang Völva.

Needless to say, the conjoined twins proved more than a match for the Light and Blade Valkyries. Every time Sigrdrífa would summon blades, the Yin-Yang Völva easily countered with her light and dark magic spells. As Sváfa attempted a light beam, Hlaðguðr & Hervör nullified with a light spell and then cast a dark spell, forming a dark ring around Sváfa's waist. The Yin-Yang Völva completed her dark spell as the ring infused a mind control spell, filling Sváfa's mind with negative thoughts.

"Hehe, let us see thou fight thy friend to the death!" Cackled Hlaðguðr.

"All the Light Valkyrie sees now is an enemy to kill!" Hervör taunted Sigrdrífa.

As Sváfa's eyes turned dark red, she turned to attack Sigrdrífa. The Blade Valkyrie quickly evaded the mind-controlled Valkyrie's punches.

"Sváfa! Stop! It is me, Sigrdrífa! Thy closest friend!"

"She cannot hear thee!" The Yin-Yang Völva laughed.

Witnessing her colleague being turned against the Blade Valkyrie, Frigg was mortified.

"Dost thou see how easily we can take control of thy maidens, Frigg?" Grímhildr smirked. "This is what thou get for daring to declare war on my kingdom!"

"I didst not decide to attack your realm, Grímhildr! My husband…"

Grímhildr scowed. "Yes, the Allfather decided to destroy my realm! Well, thou hast a chance to go against the Allfather's word. Even thou must know the tyrant he hath become! He intends to kill the inhabitants of my realm, too!"

"But, thou servants hast already killed many of our own, Grímhildr. As much as I think Odin hast become power-mad, he is still my husband."

"I suppose thou cannot sever ties with thy husband. I understand…" The witch sighed and muttered. "...I understand what it is like to care for thy husband and protect thy children."

"What?"

Grímhildr scoffed and fired a blast from her staff, which the White Valkyrie stopped. Grímhildr and Frigg were locked in a power struggle until Grímhildr's magic was too great for Frigg to overcome. She quickly blasted Frigg down.

"Lady Frigg!" Sigrdrífa cried out. When Sváfa attacked her, the Blade Valkyrie hit her with Zweihänder. "I know one way to neutralize this spell!" She quickly turned to the Yin-Yang Völva and guided Hófvarpnir toward her.

"We will not let thee!" Hervör shouted.

"Come, sister. Let us finish this meddlesome Valkyrie bikkje once and for all!" Hlaðguðr roared.

The Yin-Yang Völva invoked their last resort magic spell. Initiating their transformation spell, the conjoined twins revealed their Unmoralisch Heljar Kyn form: a 30-foot tall, 50-foot long two-headed purple spider with red and blue markings on its abdomen. Its mouth has sharp teeth along with its venomous fangs. Its long slender eight legs sprouted from its body. The faces of the sisters appeared on the spider's two heads and laughed in synch.

"Now let us kill them, Hervör!"

"Thou couldst not hast said it any better, Hlaðguðr!"

The two-headed spider launched itself toward Sigrdrífa and Hófvarpnir. It spun and shot webbing from its abdomen, attempting to catch the Blade Valkyrie and her steed. They narrowly moved away. Sigrdrífa hopped off her horse's back and mounted the giant two-headed spider. She shoved her sword through the creature's back. The two-headed spider screeched and tried shaking the Valkyrie off its back.

"Hey, get off!" The twins angrily shouted.

When Sváfa tried to stop Sigrdrífa, Frigg came from behind and restrained her.

"Stop! Sigrdrífa is on our side! She is thy friend!" Frigg reasoned with her.

As an open opportunity presented itself, Grímhildr eyed Frigg and Sváfa.

"There is no perfect opportunity to take out two Valkyries than now, Lady Grímhildr," Dreki-Andvari suggested.

Clenching her staff, Grímhildr lowered it and prepared to blast them, but then a thunderous bolt blasted Dreki-Andvari from behind. The force nearly tore through the dragon and knocked him around. Taken by surprise, Grímhildr turned up and her face conveyed contempt.

"It is thee! Allfather!" Grímhildr hissed loudly as she glared down Odin, who came with Sleipnir.

"Today it ends for thee, witch!" Odin snarled, his own fury knew no bounds.

Quickly distracted by Odin's presence, the conjoined twins dropped their defenses. This allowed Sigrdrífa to pierce her sword through the spider's two heads. The twins' faces contorted in pain as their lives were quickly snuffed out. Then, Sigrdrífa summoned a hundred portals. From these portals, hundreds of blades rained down on the spider. Sigrdrífa flew up and rode on her steed. The blades pierced throughout the spider's body and skewered it into pieces.

With the Yin-Yang Völva spider slain, the mind control spell over Sváfa wore off.

"Wh-What hast happened?" Sváfa asked, feeling light-headed.

"Those twins mind controlled thee with dark magic, but Sigrdrífa has thankfully slain them," Frigg said. "Come. Lord Odin hath arrived!"

"Lord Odin…!" Before Sváfa can finish, a beam of light and darkness blasted through her.

"Sváfa!" Frigg cried out.

Upon seeing her friend being shot, Sigrdrífa gasped in horror. Her steed pointed her to the culprit: the floating heads of the conjoined twins. Blinded with fury, the Blade Valkyrie flew at the Yin-Yang Völva heads and unleashed a wave of light that wiped them out for good.

"Sváfa, please! Stay with us! Sváfa!" Frigg pleaded.

Sigrdrífa quickly headed over to Frigg and Sváfa. They both held Sváfa's hands.

"Well done, Hlaðguðr & Hervör. Now we cannot have a dying warrior involved in this," Grímhildr pointed her staff to take out the three Valkyries, but in a final desperate act, Sváfa threw herself in front of Frigg and Sigrdrífa. She took the most of Grímhildr's blast and was vaporized before everyone's eyes.

Having witnessed her friend killed, Sigrdrífa let out a pained and hysterical cry. Frigg fell in shock over her friend and teammate's death.

Following Sváfa's sacrifice, the final phase of the war took stage. Odin, Frigg, Sigrdrífa, the First Generation Valkyries, and the Valkyrie Fimm fought the Unmoralisch in a life-and-death battle. When the battle moved closer to Grímhildr's realm, the Allfather used this opportunity to destroy Unmoralheim and all of its inhabitants. Innocent lives were sacrificed all in the Allfather's campaign to expand Asgard. Men, women, children, and the elderly were wiped out. Also among the casualties were Högni and his harem, who along with their armies were Unmoralheim's last line of defense.

Witnessing her kingdom wiped out before her eyes, the Unmoralisch broke down. Her mind had become erratic. All she could think about was spilling Asgardian blood. In a last desperate act, Grímhildr raised her staff as lime green energies came out to envelop her and Dreki-Andvari. The immense power from their combined energies pushed Odin and the Valkyries away.

When the two finally combined, Grímhildr appeared with combined features of herself and Dreki-Andvari. She grew taller, reaching a terrifying height of 9'10 feet tall. Her hair became milk white, unkempt, and loose, shaping into a mane worn on a lion. The hair was so long reached back lengths. When she opened her eyes, they were amber. Her entire body armor was based on Dreki-Andvari's dragon hide. 10-foot long obsidian blood eagle armored wings popped out from her back. Her back spine seemingly meshed with her armor. A horned helmet materialized, covering her amber eyes.

"For destroying Unmoralheim and my people, I shalt spill every last drop of Asgardian blood. For I, the Unmoralisch Demiurg, will make thy deaths agonizingly painful!" Grímhildr threatened in a deepened tone from her normal voice. She let out a dragon's roar and dove down, quickly making short work of the First Generation Valkyries and Valkyrie Fimm.

Turning her sights on Odin, Frigg, and Sigrdrífa, the Unmoralisch Demiurg opened her wings and summoned dark red orbs. She launched these orbs in succession. Odin fired a magical bolt from Gungnir, but a few orbs managed to impact and explode all over the Allfather. Frigg and Sigrdrífa fought Grímhildr. Their team efforts weren't enough to match Grímhildr, whose power rivaled Odin's. She conjured a red spear and struck Frigg with it. Sigrdrífa summoned hundreds of blades as they rained down on the Unmoralisch Demiurg. Grímhildr countered and forged hundreds of red blood orbs to nullify Sigrdrífa's blades.

"Thy power cannot hope to match mine, Valkyrie," Grímhildr remarked and punched Sigrdrífa's abdomen, knocking the wind out of the Blade Valkyrie. She watched Sigrdrífa fall to her knees. "Tell me, is it worth avenging thy friend by massacring my entire kingdom? Well? ISN'T IT?!" She quickly grabbed Sigrdrífa's neck and effortlessly lifted her. "I hast lost everything because thou Asgardian trash!"

"I-I didst not destroy thy kingdom…!" The Blade Valkyrie choked out.

"Yes, thou art correct. It is thy petty king," Grímhildr looked past her shoulder and saw Odin rising with Gungnir glowing with immense power. "Since thy took my kingdom, I shalt take a life that belongs to thee!" She turned around and discarded Sigrdrífa. She flew at Odin with her long nails extending into blood-red talons. She intended to gut Odin with them, but Frigg threw herself in her husband's way and took Grímhildr's claws through the chest.

Sigrdrífa witnessed yet another tragedy. First, Sváfa and now Frigg. When Frigg fell, the White Valkyrie's blood spilled on the floor. Odin held his dying wife.

"Frigg!" Odin called out to her. His voice nearly cracked as he screamed her name.

Frigg touched Odin's face. "...thou must live to continue Asgard's reign."

"But, not without my queen!"

"No, thou hast shown capable without me. May Asgard continue to reign with a bright future. And make sure Sigrdrífa helps bring goodwill to our kingdom."

"Lady Frigg!" Sigrdrífa cried out to her.

With her dying breath, Frigg passed away in her husband's arms. The Allfather cried over his now-deceased wife.

"Now dost thou see, Allfather? Thou taketh my kingdom and its people away, I taketh thy beloved," Grímhildr frowned. "But, not to worry, thou shalt join Frigg."

Suddenly, a barrage of blades struck Grímhildr's back. The Unmoralisch Demiurg whirled around and was struck with Gungnir through her gut. Sigrdrífa had picked up Odin's spear and stabbed Grímhildr with it.

"No, thou shalt be the one to go!" The Blade Valkyrie rebuked, invoking Gungnir's power as magical bolts electrocuted and blasted Grímhildr.

Grasping the spear, Grímhildr pushed it out and stumbled forward.

"THOU BIKKJE!" Grímhildr roared a dragon's bellow and grabbed Sigrdrífa, who rolled out of her reach.

Recalling Gungnir to his hand, Odin had a look of murderous intent. He raised his spear, summoning a massive bolt, and blasted Grímhildr with it. The Unmoralisch Demiurg screamed in pain. He repeated this six more times. Each time the bolts broke her armor and tore off her left arm. Following the last magical bolt, Odin stepped away to recover.

However, a bloodied and grievously injured Grímhildr furiously lunged at the Allfather. Her red claws aimed for his throat, but one blow through her chest by Sigrdrífa's sword dealt the final blow. Grímhildr stumbled forward and looked Odin dead in his eyes.

"...so, it is over. Allfather, I hope thou art happy. Thou slaughtered my people like animals and destroyed my kingdom. All in thy petty campaign to expand thy territory… more blood to be shed all in the name of Asgard." She turned to Sigrdrífa. "Well done, Valkyrie. Now, thou can live knowing… thou art the one who killed me." She raised her head as her body started crumbling. An essence of Andvari left her. "Andvari, be free… thou hast served me well." She cast one last scornful gaze at Odin. "All thy crimes thou committed will come back to haunt thee. Hist'ry shalt remember this." Green flames burst from her body. The flames burned her body down to its bones. The bones turned to ash and were scattered away by the winds.

The war had ended. The Unmoralisch and her kingdom were no more.

"Grímhildr met her end. And with her death, her former kingdom was rebuilt as another part of Asgard's growing empire. Sigrdrífa was hailed as the hero that slew the witch and because of that, she was given a high position as Odin's advisor. As for Frigg and Sváfa, they among others were honored. Later on, these two would be reincarnated into Eir and Sigrún.

My father felt shock in his heart. It's like he knew Grímhildr was gone and wouldn't return. Father ended up taking care of me and my brother. He had no idea he was caring for the spawn of a powerful sorceress. As me and my brother reached childhood, we learned to invoke magic like our mother. Being a curious child, I used my magic to commit a few mischievous acts, but nothing too serious. I would create things to scare Gunnar with, which was hilarious in hindsight.

Like I said before, I never knew my mother well. But, that would soon change as my brother and I got older. Our father died in a battle with Attila the Hun. When news reached our kingdom, Gunnar was made king in father's place. Now, you'd expect I'd mourn for my father? Well, not really. He was just another man in my life. Even his jovial nature irked me as a child. Now, Gunnar ruled the seat.

One day, I went for a walk in the forest near the castle. Gunnar warned me never to stray too far due to my curious nature. That is where I made contact with the dark matter that gave me this wealth of knowledge and power I now wield."

Gudrun, now a teenager, stepped into a shapeless void. The void consisted of a shapeless black matter with white specks flickering like lights.

"Gudrun, where art thee?!" Gunnar yelled out as he searched for her far off.

Gudrun curiously prodded the black matter. "What art thou?" She paused and listened to the voices coming from the black matter. "Huh? Thou want me to touch thee? Thou hast knowledge I can possess?"

Without hesitation, she reached and made contact with black matter. Her fingers raked through the black matter. Then, when she least expected it, the black matter entered her body. Her head violently jerked back. She grabbed her head as it pulsated. She saw images of the past involving Grímhildr and the future fill her mind. One future image showed the imminent destruction of Asgard.

Gudrun dropped to her knees and panted heavily. Her eyes widened in horror. "Wh-What was that? Those images…! Art they real?" She looked up at the black matter. "Is this a trick? That woman was my mother, was it?"

No response.

"Who art thee? What art you?!" Gudrun then paused and realized she said a word completely alien to her. "You? What manner of speech is this?" She stared at the black matter. "What did you do to me?" She heard the voices again. "Wait, this isn't a trick?" She covered her mouth. "You're telling me this is the language from the future? So, I have some knowledge of the future?"

The black matter resonated with its essence now growing inside Gudrun. The woman stood as she felt her full powers resurfacing.

"You want me to destroy my brother's kingdom? How?"

The black matter whispered to her.

"Oh, is that so? I can do all that? Use your power to spread a plague to kill the people and resurrect them as creatures. And invoke an illusion spell?" Gudrun asked. An insidious smile adorned her pale features. "That sounds so fucked up, I love it. I'll finally be rid of my foolish brother."

The black matter communicated with her again.

"Right, the visions showed me that two individuals named Sigurd and Brynhildr. They will visit the kingdom. Yes, I will for sure make them feel right at home." Gudrun smirked. "And then after we dispose of them, we can begin the downfall of Asgard where my mother failed."

Kriemhild placed a hand on her throat. "And that is how I'm able to speak this way. This is the language from the future."

"And this black matter gave thee knowledge of everything that wouldst happen to this point?"

"Well, there have been some alterations. I recruited far more people for our cause than what the visions showed me. The visions never showed me who'd actually survive Ragnarök. That part left me completely blind."

Loki frowned. "So, there is no guarantee thou shalt survive?"

"No."

"What about me?"

"It didn't show me your fate either."

"Interesting."

Standing up, Kriemhild invoked her ring's power. With it, she opened a portal, and walking out from it was Völva. Loki bolted up from his seat and glared at Völva.

"Is that…?!"

"Yes, it's Völva. Your daughter was very gracious to let me borrow her for the war."

Völva scanned her surroundings and turned to face Kriemhild. "So, thou art my successor?"

"Indeed, I am yours and Grímhildr's successor. I am Grímhildr's daughter." She introduced herself and took out the grimoire, which Völva quickly recognized.

"That is my grimoire!"

"Yes, and I still intend to make good use of it. Völva, your magic will come to good use when we attack Asgard and bring the Allfather's kingdom to its knees."

"As if I wouldst follow thee…" She found herself paralyzed by several rings of lime energy. "What is this?! Release me!" She demanded.

"Sorry, but I will require your cooperation, Völva. I need all hands on deck when the time comes."

Loki approached Kriemhild. "If she tries anything, I shalt deal with her."

"No need, trickster. She's under my submission now. The time is approaching for us to gather our forces."

"Then, it is time?" He queried.

Kriemhild evilly grinned. "Ragnarök will soon be upon us."

Dimension: Akane-no-Mai/Yggdrasil/Urðarbrunnr

The guests gathered their thoughts on the events highlighting Grímhildr's rise & fall, Gudrun & Gunnar's birth, the storied history of Grímhildr's feud with Asgard, the First & Second Generation Valkyries, and Gudrun's contact with the dark force.

"Well, what dost thou all think? Thou hast seen Grímhildr's entire history and the birth of the one who'd become Kriemhild." Sága asked the Phantom Thieves and the Revenants.

"I can't believe such a feared entity was once just a lowly bandit," Yusuke elaborated on Grímhildr's origins.

"It does tell us not all gods were born with divinity," Jacob said. "Some had to acquire artifacts or steal energy from living things to achieve their godhood."

"It's not often you see a villain's origin story," remarked Kaito.

"It's not like villain origin stories are rare, but this one was an eye-opener," Leonard said.

"She sure proved her hype by giving Odin a run for her money. I mean, shit. She almost got him if that Valkyrie didn't kill her first." Ryuji added.

"I swear this whole thing could be its own limited TV series or streaming," Andrea remarked, commenting on the tale's length.

"I agree, even though there are far longer epics if I recall," Marty stated.

"Including those Greek ones," Hiroshi said.

"Yeah, some of those are considered the longest and oldest literature we've discovered," Makoto said.

"This story we're hearing is just a darker and twisted version of the Norse Mythology. Like my god, all of the sex and violence in this!" Tori exclaimed.

"Well, yes. That is how it all happened. It is the unsanitized version," Skuld said.

"I'm surprised you're ok letting your children hear all of this," Hifumi added.

"Not a problem for us. We can handle it," Fang replied.

"We are not bothered with it. We shouldst learn about our history the way it is meant to be told," Cheza replied while adding some modern dialect to her speech.

"You'll get used to speaking the modern language, Cheza," Baldr II said.

"Geez, Homo Yggr and Asgardian kiddos are hardcore. Not like us Earth wimps," Ryuji remarked with astonishment.

"Tell me about it," Morgana nodded.

"Makes me wish I was living here but the lack of an internet sucks," Futaba said.

"No, getting out more and exploring unknown territories is quite healthy, albeit risky," Yusuke added.

"I'll take my chances with home, Inari, but being able to handle all that porn in a story at a young age is pretty hardcore."

Rachel scoffed. "Frankly, I wouldn't let Owen see all that stuff if he were still little."

Kaito chuckled. "Of course, a momma bear like you would say that, Rachel."

Sumire nodded. "As much as I think the lewd content was too over the top, it didn't bother me. It got me invested in some of the relationships."

Upon hearing their Midgardian guests debate sexual topics, the Homo Yggr adults and their partners chuckled among themselves, fully aware of their proudly smutty behaviors.

"What stood out to me was Grímhildr falling in love with someone and bearing children. Even if one of those children turned out to be a monster," Haru said.

"Ugh, but did we need to see her in labor?" Ann shuddered, not wanting to be reminded of her own labor tonight.

"Yes, I share your pain, Ann," Madeline concurred, who also endured the same experience as Ann did.

"Not only that, but it seems Kriemhild's lineage goes back way before Grímhildr. What also got my attention were those incarnations of Völva," Skyler reminded them of Grímhildr's predecessor.

"Right. Even if they aren't related by blood, Grímhildr inherited Völva's grimoire, which started this whole mess, to begin with," Ren stated.

"Indeed, hadst Odin destroyed the grimoire this wouldst hast solved many of our problems." Skuld plainly said.

"But, that foolish old man didst not go through with the deed," Harald said with a heavy sigh.

"And as a result, Grímhildr acquired the dark power that enabled her ascension into the Unmoralisch," Urðr added.

"And Gudrun wouldn't have ever been born. No Gudrun would mean no Kriemhild." Makoto said.

"Kriemhild is a creepy and crazy lady. Like listening to some voices telling her to do bad things and she seems to like doing them. And she's manipulating these people in the story without any remorse," Aslaug said.

"She's who we call a sociopath, sweetie," Tori added.

"Believe me I've had to arrest one before. They're not the type you want to bargain with or convince. They're difficult to deal with," Makoto stated from prior experience in her line of work.

"And we can confirm for a fact that was the Yami Matter that Gudrun made contact with, enabling her to curse her brother's kingdom," Hifumi pointed out to the anomalous entity that Gudrun interacted with and altered her language. "It even granted her future knowledge. Moreover, she learned to speak a future language, which we know is modern English."

Fang turned to the Thieves and the Revenants. "She was speaking thy manner of speech! The same Baldr II hast been speaking with!"

"Yes, indeed she acquired some knowledge about the future and knew when Ragnarök would occur. It's why she was in a hurry to finish off her brother's kingdom, take the ring from Brynhildr, kill her & Sigurd, free Loki, and recruit all those entities. She had to ensure everything fell into place according to whatever future visions the Yami Matter revealed to her," Io speculated.

"Are you able to tell us how Ragnarök went down?" Ren asked the Persona Vein.

Io answered. "I won't need to since we're all going to see it."

"Oh man, we're going to see the Nore Mythology's apocalypse. That oughta brighten the already dire vibes," Lance sardonically replied.

"Not every tale has a happily ever after ending sadly," Cammy added.

"Just something that crossed my mind, those Valkyries we saw are the First and Second Generation ones?" Hifumi queried to the Asgardian and Homo Yggr folk.

Sága answered. "Yes, and they were quite the heroic figures thee wouldst hast expected. This was most certainly true with Sigrdrífa and the Valkyrie Fimm." The sage then smiled affectionately upon saying her name. "I hast nothing but the love and respect for Lady Sigrdrífa. She was nothing but good to me and my people."

Skuld smiled. "Sigrdrífa helped us where many Asgardians failed."

Upon hearing this account, Samantha replied earnestly. "That is good to know there were good Asgardians who treated others well."

"Yes, my family had some Asgardian friends who did not like Odin and helped us through very rough times," Cheza said.

"Correct, not every Asgardian was annoyingly arrogant nor showed the Homo Yggr hostility," Baldr II stated.

"That's good to know," Huey nodded.

"Yeah, and it's why I can find myself connecting with your people," Samantha addressed the Homo Yggr family in the room.

"Thank thee, young miss," Sága nodded.

"We art glad like-minded indigenous tribes from Midgard understand our dilemma," Skuld said.

"And we art proud to be supportive of the Homo Yggr community," Harald said.

Haru added. "Those previous Valkyries gave me much better impressions than Brynhildr's group."

Futaba scoffed. "Well, yeah! They have much better team dynamics than Brynhildr's!"

Morgana concurred. "They also weren't poisoned by self-serving egos and psychopaths."

Rachel frowned. "I almost find it hard to believe Sigrdrífa is Brynhildr's mother."

Harald nodded. "Hard to believe, yes, but the Blood Valkyrie most certainly didst not inherit empathy after her mother. Appearances yes but not her mother's heart and soul. Other Valkyries gave birth to successors. Mist the Shroud Valkyrie's mother was Róta."

Eric asserted. "And a few of those Valkyries end up reincarnating into members of the Third Generation. For example, Sváfa wouldst reincarnate into Sigrún. Frigg wouldst be reborn as Eir."

Haakon added as well. "Thou didst not see him but Sváfa's husband fought in the war against the Unmoralisch's forces. His name was Helgi Hjörvarðsson. He wouldst die in battle and reincarnate into Helgi Hundingsbane."

Ryuji shook his head. "Man, so many reincarnations and that freaking orgy we just saw. These are some wild fucking times!"

Futaba chuckled. "You think that's crazy? Remember we already saw Víðarr fuck his mom's own reincarnated self."

Skyler shrugged. "I don't think I need to remind y'all how messed mythology can be."

Leonard nodded with a smirk. "Don't try to dwell on it too much on it, my friends."

"Even this is a lot for me to take in," Aslaug remarked.

"Don't worry. Maybe we'll find out who you're related to or reincarnated from," Sumire replied to the young Valkyrie's curiosity.

Hear this, Akechi ironically grinned. "Maybe well, but I think I might have an idea where our dear Aslaug came from."

"What are ya trying to hide, Akechi?" Ryuji asked.

"Yeah, spill it!" Rachel demanded.

"Ok, let's cool our jets, guys," Kaito tried to calm them down.

"Yes, I'd like to know myself as well," Jacob said.

"I don't think it matters until we're done with this story," Tori said while holding Aslaug close to her.

Hifumi turned toward Io. "We're ready to move on with the next part with Ragnarök."

Io then faced the sage. "Yes, it's time."

Hearing this, Sága waved her staff and produced the next series of events. "And here begins the start of the impending apocalypse - Ragnarök."

Chapter Soundtrack
Two Steps From Hell - Lament For The Lonely- The backstory of Völva. The battles against Völva and her reincarnations. The backstory and rise of Grímhildr.
Bear McCreary - Valkyries - God of War OST - The Second Generation Valkyries.
Kill la Kill OST – Blumenkranz - Kriemhild showing the past flashbacks of her mother's reign, meeting her husband, and giving birth to her two children. The orgy scene of Högni and his unholy harem.
Final Fantasy XII: The Zodiac Age OST - 96. Struggle for Freedom- Final battle against Grímhildr the Unmoralisch and her forces.
Game of Thrones Season 5 Soundtrack 03 - House of Black and White- Gudrun's first contact with the Yami Matter. Kriemhild introduces a revived Völva before the apocalypse.

A/N: On top of the forthcoming Ragnarök war, there was Grímhildr's backstory and her storied feud with Asgard.

The Grímhildr backstory was essentially a retelling of a character named Grimhilde, who was a villain in one of my other fanfic works. On top of retelling, I put some new spins and gave Grímhildr some more depth than her predecessor. The Völva Fimm and Valkyrie Fimm were created exclusively for this story. Völva's backstory would've been longer, but I scrapped it to save myself time.

Next time, Ragnarök begins!