Imminent death. The constant lust for blood, the need to sink teeth like a predator. All these urges that the god was sensing made him rather perturbed, unaware that he had made himself into a bleak and desolate part of the city where the vampire coven reigned supreme. Freyr knew he could overpower the, but these were much different creatures, quite evil in origin and he knew as little about them as much as he knew about Elves.
There was a man, who seemed familiar for some reason. He can remember that three hundred years back in Sweden, he met a human being named Axel, and with his sharp memory he can make the connection that he looked like an identical copy. He was king then, and he still was to a degree but nowadays human beings do not think he is real anymore.
But human beings cannot last 300 years. Nor could they look the same after even a mere 30 years. Was he mistaken then? Was Axel actually something more evil, more immortal?
Did he even remember his old king? Even though both of them looked as though no time had passed in all those years?
“Axel?” He spoke his name, approaching the man with curiosity.
As the man in front of him spoke his name he raised an eyebrow and looked at him slightly confused for a moment before realising it was his old king before him.
He bowed his head and Knelt before him. “Freyr.” He said softly as he looked up at him before standing and hugging him tightly, embracing him like they were old friends. “You have not aged one bit.”
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