Gods Before Men

Prologue: The Hunger of GodNiflheim – The Frozen Womb of DreadIt started with a scream that fractured glaciers.In the endless frost of Niflheim, where time coils in on itself and silence devours thought, the god Varnok stood surrounded by his worshipers—ice-formed spirits kneeling in worship, eyes wide with reverence and terror. He felt it first as a tug , like his soul was being pulled through his spine.Then came Israel .He didn't walk, didn't descend. He was the air. He was the frostbite. He was already there, already inside.Varnok tried to summon his frostblade, but his hand had become a spiral of icicles mid-motion, unforming . Azrael's laughter, manic and layered in dissonant harmonies, filled the void with echoes that tasted like rot and perfume."You built a temple in my sandbox," Azrael cooed, splitting into seven versions of himself, all grinning with me…