In am conflicted between 2 titles of my Camp NaNoWriMo Novel.
Endask Til: To Bring An End?
walked alongside the River Styx and longed to cross, cross to find
oblivion or peace, even pain, anything to end this immortal boredom.
When my sisters became the Norse deities Future, Fate, and Present I was
forced to become Sister Death. I call Gjöll the River Styx to piss of
the other Norse deities. After all I am the Sister Death. Sister to the
Fates, To Life. While Freya is worshiped, the Fates known as Skuld,
Uror, and Veroandi, are revered and
respected. People forget that they gave me a power all of my own. Even
Hel forgets that she is not the Queen of the Dead. I am the judge of the
dead, the true Queen, I choose where the souls of all of the nine
realms go. From Asgard to Midgard. They just call me Sister Death. But I
once had a name. Though even I am forgetful of it sometimes. Nowadays I
just answer to Death. And even through all my manipulations I gain more
and more power… power I never wanted, never desired, and for sure never
asked for. I tried many things to destroy myself. And I shall at least
destroy those who have cursed me to become Sister Death…