Chapter-22 Meeting.

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Chapter-22 Meeting.

When the last dark elf died, Nanna, whose face was stained with blood, looked at the sea of ​​bodies with a complicated look.

In the middle of this sea of ​​bodies and rivers of blood, a standing figure caught her attention.

While looking up with closed eyes, he held the sword in his hand firmly. Merric was covered in black blood, the armor once gilded was now dark and deep. The red cloak dragged on the dark blood on the floor.

The air was heavy, the smell of death and despair wafted along with the breeze from the cold, indifferent wind of Svartalfheim.

The crows and giant vultures that inhabited Svartalfheim, ate the bodies of the dark elves with joy, it seemed a sumptuous dinner for them.

Merric looked at the dark clouds and took a deep breath. He liked that smell and environment, the smell of war, and death together.

The cold blood on his face and the bodies around him left Merric with a feeling of being a god, a being who can take the life of another being as he sees fit. A being who doesn't care about morals, just follows his own desires.

Regaining clarity, Merri looked at the bodies around him and smiled. Stepping on the dead bodies, he walked towards Nanna who looked at him in silence.

The blood-stained red cloak crawled on the floor covered with corpses and blood, creating a lonely, cold look.

"Nanna, retrieve the bodies of our brave warriors, everyone must receive a dignified funeral." Merric spoke looking at the bodies of the Asgardians with a little sadness.

"I will see to that, my prince." Nanna spoke with a serious face. Her pretty face still had blood on her cheek, but it didn't interfere with her look, on the contrary, it increased the charm of the moon goddess.

Merric nodded nonchalantly and looked at the rest of the living Asgardians, each showed a numb face, some showed sadness, others regret.

"Asgardian warriors, do you dare show these pathetic faces to the souls of your companions who gave their lives for Asgard !?" Merric spoke coolly, then he continued: "I know you must be sad, some are in pain at the loss of a friend or relative. But death on the battlefield fighting for your home or family is an honorable and glorious death, which only, true warriors can appreciate in this life. "

"So, I ask you, are you real warriors?" Merric asked, but no one answered.

"ASGARDIAN WARRIORS! I ASKED, IF YOU ARE TRUE WARRIORS !!!" This time, Merric roared loudly.

"I AM!"

"I AM!"

"I AM A TRUE WARRIOR!"

"I am…"

One by one, everyone shouted with strength and determination.

"So, stop mourning the death of these brave warriors, for death on a battlefield is a happy place for an Asgardian to go to the world of the dead. Remember, that honor no being will take away from you." Merric opened a gap in the void and entered it, leaving the young Asgardians full of determination and strength.

Seeing the scene, Nanna let out a breath full of admiration. Before, she had only heard about Merric's achievements, but today she personally testified that the rumors were not exaggerated, but the purest truth.

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At the Asgard fortress in Svartalfheim.

A dark slit opened in space and thousands of red eyes looked in all directions.

From the dark crack came a young man bathed in blood. He exuded a heavy, suffocating aura. The pale green eyes looked strangely phosphorescent.

"Dear!?" Hearing the sweet, soft voice that sounded like the most beautiful melody in the universe. Merric's temper changed instantly, the cold and indifference melted like ice under the scorching sun.

Although he still looked intimidating because of all the blood on him, he looked warmer and more serene.

Merric looked ahead and saw Freyja wearing a black dress with embroidery done in silver and gold. She looked more beautiful than ever, the most perfect goddess in Merric's eyes.

"Come on, let's take a shower." Without asking anything, Freyja took Merric's hand and said it in a soft tone.

Merric nodded and let himself be guided by his wife.

…

In the bathroom, Freyja threw his golden sword on the floor and slowly took off Merric's armor.

After taking off Merric's armor.

"Come on." Caring nothing but him, Freyja dived with Merric into the crystal-clear pool.

Moments later, the water took on a faint black tint, Freyja didn't care about that and cleaned Merric with a serious look.

She saw every scar and burn spread across Merric's body. She could see who made the scar and feel what Merric felt at that moment.

Freyja wanted to cry, but stopped and cleaned her husband's body with dedication and seriousness.

Minutes later, seeing his body completely clean of blood, Freyja snapped his fingers and the dirty water was clean again in moments.

While running her hand over Merric's long silky white hair, Freya spoke in a soft tone: "How was the war?"

"I killed many beings and war was won, but it is still far from over, probably in a few months the final battle will begin." Merric snuggled into Freyja's arms and said while keeping his eyes closed.

"How many did you kill?" Freyja asked with a calm look.

"5,346 black elves." Merric responded very easily. All the life he took from someone, he never forgot, it will always be engraved in the depth of his soul. It was a burden that any being who took a life must carry for eternity.

"Did you enjoy killing?" Kissing Merric's cheek, Freyja asked with a happy smile.

"Yes." Merric answered sincerely.

"How did it feel to kill all these dark elves?" Freyja's smile grew even more with Merric's response.

"I have never felt so vivid. The blood bathing my body and their lives draining by my sword is something I will never forget. It was pleasant." Merric whispered calmly while keeping his eyes closed. That was his nature, on the battlefield a monster without emotion, just following orders to kill and exterminate. It was how Borr created him, an emotionless sword.

"But Freyja, I feel that if I continue like this, I will lose myself on this path, so, in addition to being the woman I love, be my light that will illuminate my dark and lifeless path." Merric spoke, slowly opening his eyes. He looked at Freyja as if she were the only person in this universe.

"I will be your light, but you will be my darkness. Just like that eternal vow we made. Until the end of time together." Freyja spoke as she stroked Merric's beautiful face, who smiled at his wife's words.