Young God
“I doubt the soul you seek could be that important.”
He says, "Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends
Grinding my teeth, and taking a deep breath. This is the queen of hell, I can't snap at her. “Haven't I made it here? Isn't that enough to prove my dedication?” I'm growing tired of her, the game is already obvious.
I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven
“I suppose. Then Adhara, I will grant a soul passage back to the realm of the living if you can tame and bring me Fenris.” Like the fucking norse-wolf? The older woman resides just at the edge of my vision but I see her tense up, nearly jerking.
If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
“Fenris? My queen no-” but her plea is cut short with a sharp jab from Hela. I can fight my own battle, old lady, even if we may know each other.
I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight"
This is my war to wage… and win
Win, win, win
And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
“I don't recall asking for your opinion, Sylvie.” Hela sneers, and the woman's shock is clear. It seems there's a tension here, but I have a job to do, boys to bring home.
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds
Where they fucking belong… I'll do whatever challenge she wants, as long as I get to take him home.
But do you feel like a young God?
“May I ask where to find Fenris? Midgardian mythology is only so accurate.” My wise-crack brings a full grin to her gaunt face. Only serving a reminder for what position she holds.
You know the two of us are just young Gods
The two of us may not be Gods, but we can certainly play games.
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
She grins, but not one of happiness, it's the exact opposite. Almost a grin of death, whatever state I find Fenris in isn't going to be good. “I'll take care of that, are you ready to begin your quest?”
And they're running, running, running
There's no stopping the dark chuckle from slipping out, “I've already lost everything, why not start now?”
But do you feel like a young God?
And it's in this very moment that I feel like a god, when I catch her slight retreat, the slight widening of her eyes because I let my walls fall. Letting that smoldering insanity blaze to life.
You know the two of us are just young Gods
“I see,” she looks at me over before flicking her gaze to the old woman and Saint, “You'll have seven days to complete your task or you'll be stuck in this realm.”
Kill Kill Kill
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
They clamor and rage at the set back, now now NOW
She stirs in my veins, pushing back, stretching the muscles in my hands desperately reaching for the blades.
And they're running, running, running again
Her piercing gaze settles back on me, managing to hold the burning of mine without showing discomfort. “Let the games begin, Hela.”
He says, "Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges
That smirk cracks over her features again, distorting her gaunt appearance into something most children would run from, “Oh, Adhara, who said we were playing games?”
I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon
With a flick of her wrist, black floods from her finger tips, and just as soon as it appeared it swarmed my vision. The world fades from me before slamming back, no more blackness. Now bright fucking sunlight blinds me.
There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs
Pushing myself up from the missy ground, the cape folded over my front, I spin in a slow circle. Examining every detail of the forest, both familiar yet distinct.
And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight"
She dropped me into a small clearing, surrounded heavily by trees and other vegetation. Almost as if in the northern woods of Maine, yet there's a distinct lack of snow but the air is chilled.
And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
It seems those tracking skills are going to be more helpful than just hunting down drug dealers or escaped pow’s. Tugging the cape back over my shoulder, odd chirping fills the air and possibly a kind of bird caws.
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds
Where to start? The sun warms my back slightly and then I realize that I can finally breathe. There's less weight on my shoulders
Move, move, move
But do you feel like a young God?
Guess it's time to complete this quest so I can get my own god back…. There's no time to let my other feelings crowd my mind.
You know the two of us are just young Gods
They'll come home or I’ll take the world out with me.
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
The woods are full of life around me. Slowly walking to the edge of the clearing, all kinds of tracks become apparent, nothing resembling a wolf or even something of that size.
And they're running, running, running
Into the woods we go, “Find water, then maybe that'll lead somewhere,” scanning the ground I notice the moss. It grows in one direction. I'm not sure how cardinal directions work in a different realm, but how different can moss be?
But do you feel like a young God?
Quietly my booted feet move through the underbrush, the cape swings gently with my movements as I do, tracking moss through the trees.
You know the two of us are just young Gods
It doesn't take long for the rush of moving water to reach my ears and for the ground to become soft and rocky. Thick vegetation starts to appear as I keep moving.
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
Thump-da-thump, Thump-da-thump,
And they're running, running, running again
I freeze, the screams pausing even at the unnatural heartbeat, though not as unsettling as its beat from the sands. Searching the area, I find it. Looming across the stream, off to my left.
What in the fuck have I gotten myself into?