Our Infinite Fates

Odin was the groom’s favourite god; he found himself inexplicably drawn to the interweaving of past, present and future, to the perpetual knot of life and death and rebirth. The boat bobbed right in front of a particularly treacherous barb of reef, rising from the water like a sword. In the body of a Norse god, tall and sculpted and golden. Surely, at the defeat of the Mother, the Underrealm would crumble to dust, the other devils would slump to the ground, all their tethers severed at last.