Post 9

In the story of myself becoming who I am. I start off in Giantland with my siblings before willingly going along with some gods and goddesses who were sent by Odin himself. They took me and my siblings, Fenrir and Iormungard, away from Giantland. The place where most of our youth had been well spent. We were taken to a new place known as "Asgaard". This releam was ruled by Odin, the God who called for our presence. When we arrived apparently I didn't get the memo that no other God had been born with bones on the outside of half of their body. Due to this physical asspect the other gods found me appauling to look at. This alone made me generally feel very awkward. They even were awkward around me. This bugged me to the point where I took it up with Oden himself. I went up to him loud and abrupt. I pretty much told him all my troubles and complants. Oden can be a great listener because i swear my mouth ran for centeries but thank the gods that wasn't what actually happened. In the end Oden felt so merciful that he gave me my own releam. This came with responsobilieties only I had to daily attend to. It was and is great. All I had to do in return is care for the souls of people who had died from sickness or old age, and for the souls of any other people whose deaths had not occurred through violence or in battle. I have the ability to judge them. I am able to decide whether their souls are good or evil, and to what exact degree. Then, right after I have made my own assessment, I give each soul its rightful and well deserved reward. Depending upon how they have been judged in my eye, the souls of the dead are sent into one of the nine levels of Helheim, which does rang from what might be seen as a form of "heaven" and then goes all the way down to the dark horrors of Neostrand (Naströnd)