Fugitive From Hel
Human And Divine Justice
" I would like to beat you to death slowly, but the blood eagle is a much more painful way to die ! " Lofarr told his prisoner.
Serkr spit on the ground.
" In a fair fight I would easily kill you, Lofarr of Holmestrand ! " Serkr told the chieftain sarcastically.
Lofarr was incensed by the audacity of this piece of human trash !
" Fair ! How dare you use that word ! Was it fair that my wife and son had to die ?! Was it fair that you burned down my great hall ?! Was it fair when you stole my wealth ?! " he screamed at his prisoner.
" Is it fair that someone as weak as yourself has so much wealth and comfort while someone as strong as myself has none ? No ! This world belongs to the strongest, and the most cunning ! Your wife and son died because they were weak ! " he replied bitterly.
Lofarr grabbed hold of the top of his prisoner's shirt and ripped it off of his back with a force so violent that it lifted Serkr off of the ground for a moment.
" That may well be, evil one, but you are neither strong or cunning . If you were you would not be tied to this tree about to die ! " he yelled at Serkr.
Lofarr kneeled down on one knee and pulled out his sharp seax knife. He gently ran the knife over Serkr's neck mockingly.
" It is time for you to die for your crimes ! " he whispered loudly into the killer's ear.
Serkr turned his head as far as he could and asked :
" Do you not even want to know my name before you kill me ? " he asked with a grin.
It was Lofarr's turn to laugh sarcastically.
" It is of little matter. When asked I will simply refer to you as the dead man. " he replied.
" Serkr ! My name is Serkr ! " he replied realizing finally that he was about to die.
Lofarr did not respond when the prisoner gave his name.
" Hold him ! " Lofarr commanded his warriors loudly.
Lofarr plunged the knife slowly into Serkr's back just below the backbone on the left side of the spine, and slowly cut through each of the ribs down to his loin, severing them from the spinal column. Lofarr enjoyed very much listening to the screams and pleading of the man who had killed his wife and child, and who had destroyed everything he owned. Despite feeling fully justified in his actions the man's terrifying screams still made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.
When he finished on the left side of the ribs he did the same to the right side of the ribs. Occasionally Lofarr had to use his seax to saw through the tough tissue that held the ribs to the spine. When he had severed the last rib the chieftain placed his bloody knife on the ground, reached into the open wounds, and pulled open the ribs exposing the lungs which still inflated and deflated with every breath the murderer took.
" If I had some salt with me I would sprinkle it in your open wounds you horrible bastard ! " Lofarr yelled at the barely conscious man.
Serkr did not hear the words that the chieftain was speaking. His screams reverberated through his head blocking out all other sounds. But even at this final juncture, caught between life and death, Serkr was not sorry for anything that he had done. He did not want forgiveness..... he wanted revenge !
Suddenly the pained stopped, and Serkr was surrounded by a bright white light. He was no longer tied to a tree, but was instead held down on his knees by two very strong, and very large beings. As his eyes adjusted to the light he realized that he was in a great hall made of pure white marble, trimmed in gold. When he stared straight ahead he saw perched up on a majestic looking high seat an imposing figure.
The being looked down at him with an expression devoid of all emotion. It was almost as though this being was studying him..... or judging him. Then the silence was shattered by a resounding voice.
" Syn ! Please read off the charges against this human ! " it commanded.
A powerful looking woman stepped forward, and unrolled a large scroll.
" My lord Forseti, this human, who is known in the realm of Midgard as Serkr, has committed the following atrocities ! " she answered, and then paused.
" One ! Seventeen counts of murder ! Two ! Eight cases of rape ! Three ! Twenty seven instances of theft ! .... And far too many cases of maliciousness to list here great Forseti ! " she told the Lord of Justice.
Serkr looked into the eyes of the being who would ultimately judge him. He was puzzled by what he saw there. In them he could see what he could only surmise was a stern fairness.
" I should test this ' Forseti's ' resolve ! " he thought to himself.
" My lord ! Will no one defend me ? " Serkr asked in an innocent tone.
The one known as Forseti did not acknowledge him, but the female called Syn, who stood beside him, grabbed him by the hair with an iron grip, and turned his head towards her.
" Not even I can refute these hideous charges ! " she told him angrily.
Serkr watched warily as the being Forseti rose up off of his high seat and pointed his finger at the guards who held him down.
" The human is hereby remanded to the will of Helblindi who will guide him to the hall that stands apart from the sun on the Dead Body Shore. " he told the guards.
Then Forseti looked the human in the eyes.
" In Nastrond, where the doors face north, and venom drips from a ceiling of woven serpents, you will be forever be tormented by the great dragon Nidhogg, who will tear your flesh from your bones, and suck the blood from your body everyday for an eternity. This is my judgement, and my word is the final law ! " he told the condemned man.
Forseti said no more . The God turned and left the great marble hall. Syn followed shortly thereafter. Serkr pleaded at first, and then cursed those who had sentenced him when they they did not take pity on him. Serkr immediately decided that he was not about to accept an eternity of torture and misery. He would make his escape from these guards who held him and make his way back to Midgard to take his revenge on Lofarr. Serkr, however, had greatly misjudged the strength of the Gods who had him tightly in their grasp. No matter how hard he struggled Serkr could not break free.
The guards dragged their prisoner out of the marble hall, and over a matter of days took him out of Asgard to the outskirts of the realm of Niflheim. Here the guards threw him on the ground in front of a dark figure who had no eyes set in the empty sockets in his head. In a hollow voice the hooded figure spoke.
" My name is Helblindi . Many millennium ago I gave up my eyes so that the condemned, through me, could find their way in the thick mist of Niflheim to the Corpse Shore. Now they will show you the way as well. " he told the human corpse in a monotone voice.
Helblindi, with the strength of many humans, placed his hands on Serkr's head and lifted him off of the ground. Serkr struggled, but he could not break free. He began to scream when he realized what was about to happen ! Helblindi slowly pressed his thumbs over Serkr's eyes, and thrust them deep into his eye sockets, removing both eyes along with his sight.
" Now you are mine . My will is your will . You will do as I say, and go where I guide you . You will now begin your long journey to Nastrond ! " he commanded the human.
Serkr felt his legs slowly move forward, and to his horror he was powerless to stop them. He had now lost something more important than life itself. He had lost his free will. And with that he had truly become the blind being led by the blind !
- End Chapter 6
- Next : Chapter 7 : Serkr's Revenge !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.