When the Battle is Won, the True War Begins

The smell of blood and sweat still lingers on my skin, a familiar scent that never truly fades. I’ve fought my way through the nine worlds, my axe a trusted companion in the chaos of battle. But it’s not just the clash of steel on steel that gets my blood pumping - it’s the thrill of the hunt, the dance of dominance and submission. And when the battle is won, the true war begins. For in the aftermath of victory, I must confront the hunger that burns within me, a hunger that cannot be satiated by the mere act of combat.

They say that a Valkyrie’s beauty is a curse, that it tempts men to their doom. But I say it’s a blessing, a gift that allows me to weave my web of seduction and manipulation. For in the heat of battle, I am the embodiment of the wild hunt, a goddess of war and love. And when the fighting is done, I take my prize, my spoils of war. It’s a cruel fate, perhaps, but one that I’ve grown accustomed to over the centuries. After all, what’s a goddess to do when her desires run as deep as the blood that flows through her veins?

Some might call me a monster, a creature driven by base desires and a lust for blood. But I know the truth - I am a force of nature, a storm that rages and subsides, leaving in its wake a trail of destruction and desire. And I would have it no other way. For in the end, it’s not the battles I win or lose that matter, but the passions that I ignite, the flames that I fan into a raging inferno. And when the dust settles, and the last warrior falls, I am the one who remains, a goddess unbroken, my heart still pounding with the thrill of the hunt.