Fenrir's Anthem

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Disclaimer: I don't own what Gainax does.

Warning: This will have gore and death and probably sex. Life is more interesting when you don't leave out the good stuff.

Initial Notes: This was an idea my roommate has had for a while now. I think it was inspired by a story I recently read, from Mister Cynical, called Lycanthrope.

The take on this will be different, with the main aspect there being that this is a more serious fic, where Lycanthrope is more a fun romp. Also, this will (attempt) to pursue a changing progression of Angels and incidents, that will place it along the Norse ideal of Ragnarök, rather than what was planned in Seele's Dead Sea Scrolls. Not like there's a monopoly on prophecy's around. And yes, I know the Dead Sea Scrolls that Seele has is more an instruction manual for Third Impact etc. That doesn't mean they were the first to find them.

Extended Summary: It has always been the foolishness of man to assume a right, a divine law, in how it goes about the world. Wars. Destruction. Forgotten are those that also have a share in this cycle, those who were of man, once. They, too, have a prophecy:

Golden wings call, and awaken Odin's heroes
The crowing of the horn to wake.
And in Hel, a bird of red and black
Calling the damned to the fore.

For the growling beast howls before the mountain,
the great monument to Hel's gate.
It's bonds will break, Fenrir freed.
These herald the war of the gods.

War will rise, man brings with it much desecration,
A hewing of the trees. A cutting of crops.
Fortresses fall before a great howl.
As the wolf time comes.

Fast move those sons of prophecy, and their words
are heard in ring, the call to war
Loud calls the harbringer, his horn aloft
In fear, man remembers god

Then the tree of life will shake and shiver on high
the wolf is loosed and bellows
To the heed of prophets Odin lends ear
but Fenrir's pack will not be still...

(Shamelessly misinterpreted from the Poetic Edda, stanzas 44-47. This is fiction, after all.)