The walk they take is brief in duration, embarked upon so as to keep all other distractions at bay. This had not been the first time that Odin had welcomed the seed of another progenitor into his household, though it would be the last, for he had his fair share of sons already.
“How are you adjusting to your new accommodations?” He enquires, making an attempt at small talk. The fires of hell had raged furiously, nipping at his heels as he took the demon’s shire, barely a boy, from Blackheart’s clutches, his blessed spear still wet with the fiend’s spilled blood.
“Should you require company, I can task one of my sons to handle this task.”
All he remembered was he was going to be shown something. Truth be told, he didn’t even know what that something was in all reality, but this was different. He couldn’t place his finger on it; nor did he think it mattered.
Rage filled his very being at being taken away from the place he knew until now, but he still hadn’t fully developed a sense of self yet. Just the burning hatred for everything around him and the red and black he knew to be family.
Here everything was different – people (more so like himself) were here. Something he didn’t understand, but wasn’t exactly too sure to comment about. There were no creatures like back home, but he wasn’t even able to understand about what they truly were. Not yet at least. “Different,” he managed to get out as he glanced to the ground. Of course, the mention of company was unknown to him at the moment. He didn’t even know what it meant if he was being truly honest with himself. A reason to why he asked. “Company? Whats… that?”
Hellfirebound 