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The First Howl
Norway, February 5, 2002
One moonlit night in Oslo, David and Samantha Kilter, a renowned biologist and a master in veterinary science respectively, were walking down the street, pushing a stroller. Their four-year-old son, Adam Kilter, sat contentedly inside. Due to an unfortunate mishap, their regular babysitter was unable to watch Adam, so they had to bring him along. Whether this was a stroke of luck or a twist of fate, this one small action changed not only their lives but also Adam's, setting him on a path destined for greatness. This seemingly ordinary evening would become the beginning of an extraordinary journey, one that would shape Adam's future in ways they could never have imagined.
Asgard, Odin's Chambers
Within the grand throne room of Asgard sat an old man whose long, grey beard nearly touched the ground, his flowing locks cascading like a silver waterfall. His face, etched with the wrinkles of countless years, still bore traces of the youthful spirit he once held. Though he was missing an eye, the remaining one gleamed with profound wisdom and the weight of ages. This was Odin, the All-Father and King of the Norse gods, revered as the all-knowing and all-seeing.
As he sat on his ornate throne, Odin let out a deep sigh, his single eye glancing upwards in frustration.
"So many maidens' garments out there, waiting for my touch, yet here I am, stuck on this infernal throne," he muttered exasperatedly.
"Damn it, Fenrir, of all days, why did you choose this one to break into Midgard?" he grumbled, his voice filled with irritation.
He glanced to his right, seized a bottle of mead, and downed half of it in one long, unbroken gulp.
"I don't know what his reasoning is, but my best guess is that Loki is up to one of his schemes again," he sighed, finishing the rest of the bottle with a resigned tilt of his head.
SLAM!
The doors to the grand hall burst open with a thunderous force, causing Odin to spit out the mead in his mouth.
"What in the name of Asgard, Brunhilde! You made me choke on my drink!" Odin exclaimed, irritation dripping from his words as he wiped the spilled mead from his beard.
Brunhilde, the eldest of the Valkyrie sisters, strode into the hall. A tall, statuesque woman, she could easily be mistaken for someone in the prime of her life. Her long black hair cascaded to her hips, and she wore a white uniform with black accents that hugged her figure. A winged ornament adorned her left ear, symbolizing her status and power.
"Apologies, Lord Odin," she said, her voice calm and steady.
"Bah, if it's you, then it must be urgent news. Out with it, girlie," Odin barked, irritation giving way to curiosity.
"We have located Fenrir, sir. He is currently rampaging through the streets of Oslo," Brunhilde reported, her tone urgent.
Odin shot up from his throne, the wistful and pervy old man replaced by the sharp-eyed strategist and war general.
"Summon the Valkyries immediately! We must capture and return Fenrir before it's too late. Go, NOW!" he commanded, his voice ringing with sudden alertness and authority.
Oslo
The Kilter family was heading back to their hotel room after their moonlit stroll. Adam, sleeping peacefully in his stroller, felt a warm, funny sensation that made him giggle and wake up. David noticed and leaned down to his son.
"Heya kiddo, did you have a good dream?" David asked in a cheery voice.
"I feel warm and tickly, Papa," Adam said, giggling.
"Aww, does my boy want tickles? Well, here you go," Samantha said,tickling her son.
Adam snickered in delight as his mother tickled him. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed through the night, followed by a deep, menacing growl.
They turn around and see a massive wolf with dark fur. It opened its maw to show fangs the size of its arms and sharper than anything they had seen before. 4 golden cuffs with chains adorn its front and hind paws.
The growl resonated through the night air, freezing David and Samantha in their tracks. Fear gripped them, locking their muscles as if ice coursed through their veins. In a desperate bid for courage, David stepped back, inadvertently knocking over the stroller. Adam tumbled out and began to crawl.
The wolf's howl pierced the silence, a chilling warning that escape was futile. But Adam, unfazed, stood up and looked at the hulking beast. Instead of fear, a look of pure delight crossed his face as he toddled towards the wolf, arms outstretched.
"PUPPY!" he exclaimed with innocent joy.
Fenrir POV
Finally free from the cage that had held him for so long, Fenrir descended into Midgard, ready to unleash his desires. As he prowled the streets, he came across a couple with their young child.
He growled, wanting to see them cower in fear before him. "These mortals are the same as ever," he thought, "freezing in fear at the sight of something stronger." To the couple, his growl sounded like a sinister howl.
But then something happened that left Fenrir utterly bewildered. The child knocked over in the commotion, stood up and looked directly at him. Fenrir expected the baby to cry or scream, but instead, the boy smiled and began walking towards him, arms outstretched.
"PUPPY!" the child exclaimed with innocent joy.
Fenrir POV
Fenrir was at a loss. This child, no older than four winters, called him a puppy. Apuppy. He, who gods and mortals alike feared, was being called a cub.
The child kept stumbling towards Fenrir, a dopey grin on his face. Fenrir's instincts screamed that something was amiss; no mere child would approach him this fearlessly. He stood on guard, waiting for the trap to spring.
As the child reached Fenrir's paws, Fenrir could easily have gobbled him up in one bite. But then the boy did something completely unexpected. He hugged Fenrir's leg and giggled.
"Fluffy puppy!" the child exclaimed with pure innocence.
Fenrir was stunned, his fierce exterior momentarily softened by the child's innocent affection.
The child seemed utterly at ease, as though he belonged in the moment with Fenrir.
Fenrir spoke, almost expecting a reply from this unusual child. "Who are you, young cub?" he asked, his curiosity mingled with caution evident on his massive face.
"I'm Adam. What's your name?" Adam replied amidst giggles, hugging the colossal wolf as if it were an ordinary dog.
Stunned that the boy could understand him, Fenrir remained silent, processing the situation over and over in his mind.
Suddenly, Samantha, just realizing her son was hugging the monstrous wolf, screamed at the top of her lungs.
Fenrir turned to her, growling menacingly, commanding her to be silent.
Adam gazed up at Fenrir, his face a mix of confusion and innocence.
"Mama, he's a nice puppy," Adam said, unaware of the true nature of the creature before him.
"I am not a puppy. I am Fenrir, a Wolf child," Fenrir corrected the young boy, his voice carrying a tone that resembled parental guidance.
"Oh," Adam replied simply. "Mama, he's a nice wolf," he stated with the same innocence as before.
David snapped out of his frozen state and cautiously approached the wolf, intent on retrieving his son.
"It's okay, Mr. Wolf. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want my son back, alright?" David spoke calmly, trying to reassure both the wolf and himself.
Fenrir responded with a disapproving grunt, wary of David's intentions.
Meanwhile, Adam poked at the giant wolf's foot, trying to capture its attention.
"Uppies, uppies," Adam pleaded, wanting Fenrir to lift him and let him sit on top.
Fenrir stared down at Adam, completely taken aback by the child who shattered all his expectations, now begging to ride on his back.
"Please, Mr. Wolf, pretty please," Adam pleaded with the legendary creature, his wide eyes pleading.
After scrutinizing the child for any hint of deceit, Fenrir sighed deeply. "Very well, young cub, but only for a little bit," he relented, lowering himself so Adam could climb aboard.
Adam, bubbling with excitement, scrambled onto Fenrir's back, his hands exploring the supposedly ferocious beast's fur.
"You're so FLUFFY!" Adam exclaimed with delight, his innocence and joy infectious even to Fenrir, who sighed heavily, both amused and bewildered by the turn of events.
Just then, the heavens burst open, radiant light streaming down as if turning night into day. Fourteen figures materialized from the light—thirteen women and one man. The Valkyries and Odin himself had descended to Midgard.
"Fenrir, your recent escape has caused considerable trouble. Now, it is time for you to return," Odin declared, his voice carrying the weight of celestial authority.
Adam looked up in awe at the floating figures. "Woah, bird people!" he exclaimed, addressing the Valkyries and Odin with innocent curiosity.
"Sire, Fenrir has a child on his back. What should we do?" Brunhilde asked urgently, concern etched on her face.
Odin surveyed the situation with his mystic eye, sensing there was more to this child than met the eye.
"Boy, I advise you to get off this beast before he harms you or your family," Odin called out to Adam, his tone measured yet firm with paternal concern.
"No! Mr. Wolf is my friend, and he's fluffy!" Adam protested defiantly as if his declaration alone could sway the judgment of the divine procession
Fenrir felt exasperated, grappling with the unexpected emotions stirred by this child who had just moments ago called him a friend. He turned to Adam, his voice tinged with sorrow.
"Adam, please get off my back. These people are right. I am a beast," he pleaded, his tone heavy with regret.
"But, Mr. Wolf, I don't want to," Adam replied stubbornly, his childish defiance evident.
"Just get off me, brat," Fenrir snapped, his patience wearing thin.
Adam lowered his head, and then suddenly, he burst into tears.
"WAAAAAHHH!" Adam cried out, his tears flowing freely as he clung to Fenrir with all his might, staining the wolf's fur with tears and mucus.
"I-I-I don't want you to go," Adam sobbed, his voice choked with emotion, unwilling to let go of the only friend he had found in this strange encounter.
Odin observed the poignant scene unfolding before him, using his mystic eye to peer into the depths of Adam's soul. There, he saw a glimmer of something sacred—a potential destined for the moonlit realms of the supernatural. He sighed deeply, realizing that this child might one day journey through those mystical realms, where Fenrir, the harbinger of Ragnarok, had allowed him not only to approach but also to ride—a sign of unforeseen change, perhaps a twist of fate favoring them in the impending Ragnarok.
"You three, down there," Odin addressed David and Samantha, his voice resonating with ancient wisdom. "I know this may seem peculiar, but would you like to come with us to Asgard as we bring Fenrir back? There, we can explain everything."
David, still reeling from the surreal turn of events, could only manage a stunned agreement, resigning himself to understanding more after a stiff drink or two.
"YAY! We're going with Mr. Wolf!" Adam cheered, oblivious to the shock and confusion he had stirred among all present, his innocent joy a stark contrast to the weighty matters unfolding around them.
The Valkyries, Odin, Fenrir, and the Kilter family all stepped through a Yggdrasil gate, crossing the realms toward Asgard. The air was palpable with the tension present as they traveled through the shimmering portal, Odin, the All-Father, cast a curious glance back at the group.
David and Samantha Kilter gazed around in awe, their eyes wide as they took in the ethereal beauty of the realm between realms. 'Seeing this must have quite an effect on mortals,' Odin mused, a hint of amusement in his ancient eyes.
Adam Kilter, flipping between wakefulness and sleep, still rode atop Fenrir's back. Fenrir's fur was as black as the night, and a chained collar was fastened around his neck as a precaution. Despite his usual ferocity, Fenrir seemed resigned, allowing the child to cling to him.
The Valkyries, vigilant and poised, kept a close watch on all parties, ensuring no threat to Valhalla emerged from this unexpected escort. Their presence was a constant reminder of the seriousness of their journey, yet amidst it all, Adam's innocent presence brought an odd sense of calm to the mighty beast he rode.
Finally, after a brisk journey through realms, the Kilter parents decided to push aside their lingering thoughts and focus on the breathtaking sight before them. They had arrived in Asgard, the realm of the Norse gods. The landscape stretched out vast and magnificent, with tall golden structures towering majestically around them. Aesir from all walks of life roamed about their home, their presence as natural as the air itself.
Odin, the Allfather, raised a hand and summoned two of the valkyries with a gesture. "Thrud, Alvitr, take Fenrir back to his pen. The rest of you, come with me so we can introduce these newcomers to the supernatural world," Odin commanded, his voice imbued with an undeniable authority.
"Aye," the valkyries responded in unison, their precision and discipline evident. Thrud and Alvitr moved toward Fenrir, intent on their task. Thrud reached for Adam, who was slumbering on Fenrir's back, but the great wolf growled as Adam clung to him stubbornly.
"Sir, the boy won't come off. What should we do?" Alvitr asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Odin sighed thoughtfully, gazing at the gigantic wolf before him. "Fenrir, do you intend to harm this boy if we let you keep him for a while?" he asked, his voice carrying both authority and curiosity.
Fenrir shook his massive head, indicating his promise of no harm.
Turning to the parents, Odin inquired, "Will you allow Fenrir to watch over the boy?"
David, glancing at the hulking wolf, took a deep breath. "Please, watch over our son. He seems to be fond of you, and you appear to tolerate him," he said, his voice a mix of hope and trust.
Fenrir nodded in agreement, his eyes showing a surprising gentleness.
"Very well, then," Odin declared, his tone final. "You heard the wolf. Take him and the boy to his pen. It has been a long night, and a growing boy needs his rest."
The valkyries moved swiftly, guiding Fenrir and the still-sleeping Adam towards the pen. As they departed, Odin turned back to the Kilter parents, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Welcome to Asgard," he said. "Your journey into the supernatural has just begun."
David POV
I couldn't believe my eyes. The architecture around us seemed like something out of a dream, with golden spires reaching into the heavens and intricate designs that defied logic. The air was the cleanest I had ever breathed, each breath filling me with a sense of vitality and wonder. It was all so surreal.
We walked alongside a figure I could scarcely believe was real: Odin, the Allfather, an ACTUAL god. He led us to a grand palace, its magnificence overwhelming. Once inside, we were guided to a meeting room, where we sat down—my wife and I on one side, Odin and several of his valkyries on the other.
"So, where to begin," Odin mused, his voice thoughtful and commanding.
"First, let's get this out of the way: all myths and religions are real," he stated as if it were the most common sentence in the world. My mind reeled at the revelation, struggling to grasp the implications.
"Second," Odin continued, his gaze steady and serious, "we believe your son possesses something called a sacred gear, a mystical artifact given by the God of the Bible to random humans at birth. Because of this, your son has a target on his back."
My heart pounded in my chest. Sacred gear? A target? I glanced at my wife, her face mirroring my shock and confusion. Our son was special, that much was clear, but the idea that he was now in danger because of it was terrifying.
Odin's presence was reassuring, his authority undeniable. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, I sensed a deep concern. "We will protect him," Odin said, his voice softening. "But you must understand, this is a dangerous world, filled with beings who would seek to exploit his power."
I nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. Our journey into the supernatural had indeed begun, and there was no turning back.
"You know, I should have realized it back at the zoo," I said, the realization hitting me like a bolt of lightning. "All the animals seemed to be drawn to him like they were transfixed. They were so calm, or they just wanted to play with him. What do we do now?"
Odin nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Your son's connection with animals is likely a manifestation of his sacred gear's power. It's a rare gift, one that can influence not just beasts but possibly more powerful entities."
My mind raced back to that day at the zoo. I remembered the way the lions had purred contentedly at his feet, the monkeys chattered excitedly in his presence, and even the normally aloof eagles had swooped down to perch near him. It was as if he was a magnet for all living creatures.
Odin's voice broke through my thoughts. "First, we must ensure his safety. Asgard will provide sanctuary, but you must be vigilant. Some would seek to use his abilities for their ends."
I felt a surge of determination. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect him," I said, my voice firm. "Just tell us what we need to do."
A Valkyrie stepped forward, her armor gleaming in the light. "Training will be essential," she said. "Both for him and for you. You must understand the forces at play and learn how to navigate this world."
Odin nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Knowledge and preparation are your greatest allies. We will guide you, but the journey is yours to undertake."
As the gravity of our situation settled in, I felt a strange mix of fear and resolve. Our lives had been irrevocably changed, but we would face whatever came our way. For our son's sake, we would embrace this new reality and rise to meet its challenges. "For now, we will prepare some rooms for you, and get some rest I know this is stressful but will do our best to protect and train him."
Fenrir was back in his pen, but this time he had an unexpected companion. Adam, the child, still slumbered peacefully on the wolf's back, blissfully unaware of the location change. Fenrir, careful not to disturb the boy, began to walk in slow, deliberate circles within his enclosure, preparing to settle down for some rest himself. Despite the unusual situation, the mighty wolf seemed to accept his new role as the boy's guardian, at least for the moment.
Dawn of The Next Day
With the first rays of the sun lightly tickling his eyes, Fenrir roused from his slumber. Adam still curled up in his thick fur, stirred slightly but remained asleep. As Fenrir blinked away sleep, the warm sunlight was abruptly blocked by two large shadows. He looked up to see two other giant wolves standing before him.
It was Hati, the wolf who chases the moon, and Skoll, the wolf who chases the sun. Both of Fenrir's sons watched their father with curious eyes, their gazes shifting to the human child nestled against him.
Hati tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Father, why does a human child sleep with you?" he asked his voice a low growl that resonated through the pen.
Skoll sniffed the air, his golden eyes gleaming with interest. "Is he a prisoner or a guest?" he inquired, his tone more playful but still tinged with caution.
Fenrir stretched his massive limbs and shook his fur gently, careful not to disturb Adam. "He is neither," Fenrir replied, his voice deep and resonant. "The boy is under my protection. Odin has entrusted me with his safety."
Hati and Skoll exchanged glances, their curiosity unabated but tempered with respect for their father's decision.
"A human child, protected by the great Fenrir," Hati mused, a hint of a smile curling his lips. "The world is full of surprises."
Skoll nodded in agreement. "Indeed, brother. Let us see how this tale unfolds."
Just then, Adam began to stir, his small body shifting atop the warm, furry bed that was Fenrir. He stretched his arms out with a big yawn, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light of the pen.
"Good morning, Mr. Wolf," Adam said sleepily, his voice full of innocent wonder. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, spotting the two other massive wolves standing nearby.
"More Mr. Wolfs, yay!" Adam exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement. He scrambled to his feet, wobbling slightly as he adjusted to the unfamiliar surroundings.
Hati and Skoll watched with bemused expressions as the tiny human approached them without a hint of fear. Adam reached out to pat Hati's nose, giggling as the wolf's whiskers tickled his hand.
"Who are they, Mr. Wolf?" Adam asked Fenrir, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Fenrir, towering protectively behind Adam, rumbled with amusement. "These are my sons, Hati and Skoll. They chase the moon and sun across the sky."
Adam's eyes grew even wider, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' of amazement. "Wow! That's so cool! Do you guys play tag with the moon and sun?"
Hati chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "In a way, yes. It is our eternal game."
Skoll lowered his massive head to Adam's level, his golden eyes twinkling. "And what about you, little one? Do you like games?"
Adam nodded enthusiastically. "I love games! Maybe we can play together?"
The two wolves exchanged amused glances, their curiosity about this fearless human growing. Fenrir watched the scene unfold with a sense of pride and protectiveness. This child, so full of wonder and innocence, was already forging bonds in the most unlikely of places.
As Adam continued to chatter excitedly with Hati and Skoll, Fenrir couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, this unexpected turn of events would bring about a change none of them had foreseen.
Odin POV
Looking through the eyes of Huginn, one of his wise raven familiars, Odin observed the extraordinary scene unfolding below. The child had not only won over the ferocious Fenrir but also his sons, Hati and Skoll—beasts destined to play pivotal roles in Ragnarok. All three creatures, who were meant to herald the end of days, now frolicked with the young child as if he were one of their own.
"Adam's sacred gear is either powerful or unique," Odin mused quietly to himself. The ability to communicate with animals might not seem formidable at first glance, but Odin knew better than to underestimate such gifts. Throughout history, individuals with seemingly mundane abilities have often wielded unexpected influence, defying the predictions of even the Norns.
"I may need some help figuring out what to do," Odin admitted with a heavy sigh, his gaze lingering on the playful interaction below. "And as much as that winged bastard annoys me, he is knowledgeable on the subject of sacred gears."
Summoning a complex magic circle, Odin focused his will, calling forth Azazel, the enigmatic governor of the Grigori. In moments, the air crackled with energy, and Azazel appeared—a striking figure with hair as dark as tar, streaked with a golden bang, and twelve pairs of wings that shimmered like the night sky. He was dressed in a maroon coat adorned with an excessive number of leather straps, an outfit befitting his eccentric reputation as a self-proclaimed mad scientist and authority on sacred gear research.
Azazel yawned theatrically as he accepted Odin's magical summons, his expression a mix of nonchalance and mild amusement. His eyes, a piercing shade of violet, flickered with curiosity as he regarded Odin with an air of detached interest.
"Well, well, if it isn't Odin, summoning me once again," Azazel drawled lazily, stretching his wings with a dramatic flourish. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Allfather? Another crisis in the realms?"
Odin's brow furrowed slightly at Azazel's casual demeanor, but he kept his tone measured. "It concerns a sacred gear," he began, choosing his words carefully. "One that allows communication with animals. It seems insignificant, but I suspect there is more to it than meets the eye."
Azazel's interest was visibly piqued. "Ah, communication with animals," he mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Fascinating. You're right, Odin, these seemingly minor abilities often hide deeper potentials. Tell me more."
As Odin launched into an explanation, detailing the events involving Adam and the wolves, Azazel listened intently, his mind racing ahead with possibilities. Despite his often unpredictable nature, there was no denying Azazel's brilliance when it came to unraveling the mysteries of sacred gears.
As their discussion unfolded, Odin couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for the fallen angel's intellect, even as he braced himself for the inevitable eccentricities that always accompanied dealings with Azazel.
"So, a kid tamed Fenrir and his two brats, huh?" Azazel remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as he processed the intriguing information. He leaned back casually, his wings folding behind him in a display of relaxed confidence. After a moment of contemplation, he tapped into his vast records with a flick of his fingers, his expression turning thoughtful.
"I just searched my records, and there doesn't seem to be any sacred gear that specifically allows the user to communicate solely with animals," Azazel continued, his violet eyes scanning invisible screens of information. "This could be a new manifestation, a sub-species of an existing gear, or perhaps something entirely unprecedented."
Azazel's tone shifted to one of genuine curiosity. "How about I pop over and take a look at the kid myself? It's been a while since I've had a firsthand look at a potential new sacred gear manifestation. Who knows, Odin? This could be groundbreaking."
Odin considered Azazel's proposal carefully, weighing the risks and benefits. Dealing with the Grigori leader always came with its own set of complications, but Azazel's expertise could prove invaluable in unraveling the mysteries surrounding Adam's abilities.
"Very well," Odin agreed finally, his voice carrying a hint of reluctant acceptance. "But tread lightly, Azazel. The child's safety is paramount."
Azazel grinned mischievously, his wings twitching with anticipation. "Of course, Odin. I'll be as gentle as a feather."
With a nod from Odin, Azazel vanished in a flash of light, leaving Odin to ponder the implications of Adam's newfound connection with the beasts of Asgard. Whatever lay ahead, Odin knew that the arrival of Azazel heralded both opportunity and uncertainty in equal measure.
Adam was a whirlwind of laughter and energy, playing with Hati and Skoll in the pen while Fenrir watched protectively from the side. The brother wolves darted around, their massive forms moving with surprising grace as they chased each other, their playful growls echoing through the air. Adam's giggles were infectious, filling the space with a joyous sound that seemed almost magical. Nearby, David and Samantha approached, drawn by the heartwarming spectacle.
David Kilter was a tall and lean man with a thin chinstrap beard, scruffy and charming. His jovial black hair was spiked wildly, with one particularly rebellious spike jutting out near his face, giving him an air of casual confidence. His eyes sparkled with amusement and pride as he watched his son interact with the legendary wolves.
Samantha Kilter, on the other hand, was a striking figure. Her toned and well-endowed form, accented by a sizable bust and small, visible fangs, exuded a blend of strength and allure. Her wild red hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing her face with a fierce beauty. As she watched Adam play, her expression softened, her fierce exterior melting into a look of maternal affection.
"Look at him," David said, his voice filled with awe. "He's completely at ease with them."
Samantha nodded, her eyes never leaving their son. "It's like he belongs here," she murmured a hint of wonder.
As they drew closer, Adam noticed his parents and waved excitedly. "Mom! Dad! Look, I'm playing with the wolves!" he shouted, his face glowing with happiness.
David chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "We see that, buddy. You're doing great!"
Samantha smiled, her heart swelling with pride. "Be careful, sweetie," she called out, though she knew in her heart that the wolves wouldn't let any harm come to him.
David goes up to Fenrir as he sits by him to talk to the massive wolf of legend.
"Thank you for taking care of my son Fenrir sir, Being thrust into this world is quite a shock. Knowing that my son has some magical superpower that he may be targeted for is terrifying but it is good to know he made some friends to help him," he says to the wolf gratefully. Fenrir barks in agreement signifying he understands.
Just then, a shimmering portal opened nearby, and Azazel stepped through with a flourish. His dark hair and golden streak gleamed under the Asgardian sun, and his twelve wings fluttered as he surveyed the scene with keen interest. The sight of Adam playing with Hati and Skoll brought a genuine smile to his face.
"Well, this is quite the sight," Azazel remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "A child who tames the wolves of Ragnarok. I must say, Odin, you've outdone yourself this time."
Odin appeared beside David and Samantha, his presence commanding yet calm. "Indeed," he replied. "Let's see what insights you can offer, Azazel."
Azazel nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's get to work then. This boy might just hold the key to something extraordinary."
David eyed Azazel cautiously. "Sir Odin, who is this man?" he asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"This, young man, is Azazel," Odin replied. "One of the highest authorities on sacred gears. And I promise you, no harm will befall young Adam here. Isn't that right, Azazel?" Odin's voice carried a subtle edge near the end, making it clear that he expected compliance.
Azazel swallowed hard, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "Y-Y-Yeah, I promise you, Dr. David, I won't harm your boy in any way, shape, or form."
David's eyes widened in surprise. "You know of me?"
"Of course," Azazel said, his tone shifting to one of admiration. "I know of Dr. David Kilter. I've read many of your papers on animal behavior. Your work is quite impressive."
David felt a mixture of pride and unease. The mention of his professional achievements was flattering, but the stakes were high. "Thank you," he said, still cautious. "I appreciate your expertise, but my son's safety is paramount."
Azazel nodded earnestly. "Understood. I'll do everything in my power to ensure Adam is safe and to understand the true nature of his sacred gear."
With that, the atmosphere eased slightly, though the tension of the unknown still lingered. David remained vigilant, determined to protect his son as they ventured further into this mystical world.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Azazel brought out a sacred gear scanner and pointed it at Adam. The device buzzed to life, emitting a soft hum as it scanned the boy and quickly checked through the Grigori's extensive database for any matches.
Azazel's eyes lit up with excitement. "I thought there would be no exact match, but there is a major similarity to another common gear," he said, a note of mirth in his voice.
Odin's curiosity was piqued. "What gear is it, then?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.
Azazel grinned. "The closest match we have is to 'All Voice,' a sacred gear that allows the user to translate all known human languages. It seems this subspecies not only lets him understand human languages but also communicate with any sentient animal."
David and Samantha exchanged looks of amazement. Odin nodded thoughtfully. "An impressive variation indeed," he mused. "And potentially very powerful."
Azazel's grin widened. "Indeed. With training, Adam could become a bridge between humans and the animal world, understanding and mediating in ways we can only begin to imagine."
David felt a surge of pride and a touch of apprehension. "What kind of training does he need?" he asked, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him.
"We'll start with basic control and understanding of his abilities," Azazel explained. "We'll teach him to harness his powers safely and effectively."
Samantha stepped closer, her eyes filled with determination. "We want to help him in any way we can. Just tell us what we need to do."
Azazel nodded, his expression serious. "We'll need to work together closely. This is uncharted territory, but with our combined efforts, I believe Adam can master his abilities and unlock their full potential."
"But first," Azazel continued a gleam of excitement in his eyes, "we need a name for this specific sub-species of sacred gear. How about 'Boundless Converse'? It captures the essence of his unique ability to bridge the divide between humans and animals."
Odin nodded appreciatively. "A fitting name," he agreed. "It reflects both the limitless potential and the profound connection Adam has with the animal world."
David looked at his son, who was still playing with the wolves, unaware of the monumental discussion happening around him. "Boundless Converse," he repeated, testing the words. "It sounds perfect."
Samantha smiled, her eyes bright with pride. "It suits him. Adam has always had a special connection with animals, even before all of this."
Azazel grinned, clearly pleased with the unanimous approval. "Excellent! With the name settled, we can move forward with his training. Boundless Converse is a rare and powerful gift, and with the right guidance, Adam can achieve great things."
Odin placed a reassuring hand on David's shoulder. "We'll ensure he receives the best training possible. He's in good hands."
David nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope. "Thank you, all of you. We just want what's best for him."
Azazel clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright then! Let's not waste any more time. We'll start with some basic exercises to help Adam understand and control his abilities."