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This is purely a work of fiction. Not meant to offend or incite, but to entertain and maybe inspire.

GREEN POWER!

The day turned to dusk. The fires of war had been replaced with campfires. The stars gilltered in the night skies, the full moon shined overhead giving the field a calm serene atmosphere. That was if you could ignore the dried blood and entrails.

It wasn't that hard to do with beer in your hands. Funeral pyres were erected across the battlefield. The dead bodies of brave warriors who had lost their lives today laid across the gigantic lumber alters. I could almost see smiles across the faces of the dead, they seemed pleased. The atmosphere wasn't as solemn as you'd expect it to be, it had a more peaceful vibe to it.

The valkyries had come earlier to perform some rituals and logistics.

Now that everyone was gathered the main valkyries took the stage.

The dark haired Rasgrid stood silently beside the Valkyrie Reginlief.

The one that stepped up was the golden-haired Reginleif.

She stepped onto the platform, facing the warriors her kind gaze roaming the battlefield, she raised her sword skywards and yelled, “Exalted warriors! We attained victory once again because of your courage and efforts! You have continued to defend Asgard and the nine realms!”

“Uaaa!”

“Odin!”

“Thor!”

The warriors cheered. Besides Odin and Thor, the names of other gods were also called.

Reginleif waited for the cheering to cease and continued, “The losses we suffered today weren’t low, but our enemies suffered even more. Take pride in your accomplishments today. Do not fear or worry for the souls of your brethren, for their brave souls will remain by our sides!”

Boom!

The flag men that were in front of the warriors hit the ground with the flags that had the symbols of the gods engraved on them. The booming noise made them stand in attention.

“Warriors, we will remember your stories. We will remember your names.”

The Valkyries blew the horn trumpets. The sounds reached high to the sky, the vibrations spread through the hearts of those standing.

Reginleif smiled. She slowly raised her head and gazed at the night sky, the milky brilliance of mooling clung to her and those who stood by her, giving them a pure, holistic feel.

“The exalted Odin will lead the souls of the warriors and they will be reborn anew as steel warriors. They will stand up shoulder to shoulder on a new battlefield!”

“Odin!”

“All-Father!”

The warriors yelled together.

“Light them on fire! Let Freya, who rides the night sky on her chariot see the bright path!”

The Valkyries lit the altars on fire. The roaring flames shone in mutiple colors, as though they were made of rainbows. I saw the souls rise and head on over the horizon to a bright place. It looked like heaven, but it was a never ending perpetual hell. They would be remade as war golems. Maybe to them it wasn't hell, meybe they saw it as one of the great honors. I did not share in such thoughts.

“Warriors! Let’s toast for our brethren! Let’s toast for ourselves who live on to fight in greater battles!”

“Valhalla!”

“For Asgard and the nine realms!”

The warriors raised their pints of beer that were made of horns high. And in that moment, within the fire of the altar that had turned the corpses to ash in an instant, light surged up. In a wave of golden glory, the pyres dispersed in brilliant showers of glowing dust that rose to high heavens.

They were the souls of the warriors. They were heading back to Valhalla.

“Warriors! Enjoy this night! The ones who achieved victory have that right!”

“Beautiful Reginleif!”

“Valhalla!”

The ritual ended. The celebratory mood kicked in, the warriors grilled their meats drank their fill of ALCOHOL. The cobalt salty scent of blood and tears no longer lingered over the battlefield, it was instead replaced by the sweet fragrance of crispy golden mead and the aroma of juicy roasted meat.

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“Warrior Hulk” a serenely calm female voice called out, approaching me was the black haired valkyrie. Her gait was constantly steady and elegant, as though she herself was not a warrior walking the battlefield, but a princess walking the red carpet. Akin to a deadly blade expertly hidden in a sheath decorated with intricate patterns adornments, with priceless jewels and treasures, all to hide its lethality.

“Valkyrie Rasgrid” I answered.

“You have accomplished very great feats in this battlefield. Your peculiar might, unwavering valor and untamable bravery immensely impresses me” she stood next to me, staring ahead at the starry horizon.

‘Is she flirting with me or is it just a compliment?’ I asked myself.

“I appreciate your praises”

“They are but facts. I have no doubt that you will receive a great promotion upon our return to asgard.”

“I was hoping on that”

“I could tell of your intent to fight in greater battles. It would be quite satisfying to fight side by side with you.” she gazed sideways, her eyes on mine.

“I would feel the same. With such an otherworldly beauty such as yourself by my side, I could very well slay the gods” I said in reply. Her eyes momentarily widened when she heard the last part of my sentence. Why wouldn't they? What I just said was heretical and blasphemous, but the context I said it in made her surprised.

The side of her lips tugged upwards, a small smile beamed on her face. She tried placing her hand on my shoulder but due to the height difference between us, it instead landed on my biceps.

“Why don't you let me be your guide when we get back? I do happen to know of some very exotic places, it's not called Valhalla for no reason”. She spoke, an undertone of desire laced in her voice. Her soft palm moving down my arm, her fingers evidently feeling the outstanding musculature. It seemed like an innocent curiosity, an act of pure fascination, but I knew better than that.

These women were elite warriors, they had no reason to be shy of their wants and want nots. When you constantly live on the edge, not knowing when it'll be your turn to die on the battlefield, you become honest to yourself and your feelings.

“I fervently look forward to it, most radiant Rasgrid.”

“It would be my pleasure, mighty warrior Hulk”

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Ola mon amigos! Hope you're all doing wonderful my amazing people.

This chapter was the bridge I needed to begin another even greater exposition.

*Wink*wink* Hulk’s gonna get some. A new enemy is on the horizon, guess who it'll be.

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