Post 7

I believe the moment Odin gave me my own relem that was the moment you could say I felt the most alive. I mean you could say I was alive before, but this time, I had purpose. Meaning of existence. In a way, I'm glad those a cused judgemental gods and goddesses treated me the way they did. If they hadn't, who knows where I'd be.. Probably the God of Thunder or something lame like that. I enjoy not having to put my life into any sort of distress, let alone danger. I enjoy my relem, the beings that roam it, my duties that I attend to daily. I could never possibly thank Odin himself, a merciful God, enough for the chance at life I have been given. Judging the good and the bad, sending those who are bad and watching the fear in their dead eyes as they're sentenced to the furthest pit of hel its self.. Oh my, what a rush. But I do feel nice and warm inside of my cold bones when I get a good soul. Sending that soul to the form of heaven, the bet place they can be. I could never be in any  better of a job.