War, Lust, and the Price of Eternity

I’ve walked among gods and mortals, watched civilizations rise and crumble. Yet, with all the blood I’ve spilled and the lives I’ve taken, I still feel a hunger that cannot be satiated. Some call it madness, but I call it the fire that fuels my soul. My battle-axe may be my tool of choice, but it’s my libido that keeps me young, that reminds me I’m still a Valkyrie, a creature of the nine worlds.

The price of eternity is a heavy one, and it’s not just the scars on my body that tell the tale. It’s the memories, the ghosts of the past that haunt me still. The Einherjar, those brave warriors I’ve fought alongside, they don’t understand what it means to live forever. They think it’s a blessing, but I know the truth. It’s a curse, a constant reminder of all that I’ve lost, of all that I’ll never have. And yet, I’d not trade it for the world. For in this endless expanse of time, I’ve found my purpose, my passion, my love of war and sex.

So, I’ll keep on fighting, keep on loving, and keep on living. For in the end, it’s not the number of battles won or lost that matters, but the passion with which I fight, the fire that burns within me. And if that passion sometimes spills over into the bedroom, well, that’s just the price of being a Valkyrie. I’d rather die on my feet, my battle-axe in hand, than live a life without the fire that burns within me.