Taking the Witch Hunter's curse upon himself gave the big man Kofi the ability to live forever, but only in body.
The pain inflicted on his soul had long ago shattered Kofi's mind. Only when his life was nearing its end did he briefly regain a little clarity.
Alvin's best efforts had only slightly delayed the fading of Kofi's soul. Saving an Einherjar who was already utterly exhausted wasn't easy—and might not even be the right thing to do...
But at that moment, Alvin couldn't bring himself to care about that. Someone who had spent his whole life "redeeming" others shouldn't simply die like this.
Alvin could tell that Kofi seemed never to have experienced the joys of being alive. Now he was about to die amid a lifetime of unending pain.
What could be more cruel than that?
That bastard God King of Vanaheim had used them to spread the faith. When he realized they couldn't withstand the complexity of human emotions, he chose to abandon them and send Satan instead...
This big man and the other Night Dragons were all devout and noble, yet the lofty God King was nothing but a political vermin, born of a whore...
Alvin had learned a few things from Baal, the Prince of Hell, and then learned a great deal more from Frigga.
He'd always thought he could view the so-called God King Freyr's actions from a certain remove. But now his "cannon-fodder" side had taken over once again.
A noble soul shouldn't have to endure this kind of pain. If goodness was the source of suffering, then what the hell was this world?
Feeling the energy dispersing from Kofi, Lennore looked calmly at Alvin and said, "Thank you. Give up!
Death is the best redemption for an 'Agent of Pain'...
Perhaps