The Troll Queen's Bride
No Freida, no Holda, no Skadhi, no Perchta, no Lussi, no Hela, no Sif, no Sunna, no Ran, no Idunna, no Eir.
Just Eleleth, Luciferian king of the Gnostic Aeons.
There was talk, in the far flung corners of Arcadia, Tunis, and Periland, even the Northern Holds, that where Lord Eleleth walked, old gods died, and Magick became corrupt like Eleleth's sickly sweet alchemists and rabid eyed soothsayers and ascetics. Lord Eleleth smited witches and shamans, much like my father did. Already, his light had infected father, giving him a sickly white aureole and having colorless daisies bloom after father's steps and horse tracks that smelled of stale water. When father spoke, his voice now sounded of st
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