I must confess I feel like a monster.

Aldrif pulled herself from her thoughts when Amora had finally shown up. Rising from the throne she made her way over to the thunder goddess. “Hogun’s been murdered to put it lightly.” which was an understatement but it got the point across. “By a wolf and the only one I haven’t been able to question is Sif. Who I want you to find and bring back here.” she rubbed her forehead before speaking again “I’d go myself but people will be waking up soon and word will spread about what happened. I need to stay here and keep people from panicking or doing stupid things.”

“I know where she went.” Heimdall said having already heard the news about Hogun. “Where?” Aldrif asked looking at guarding of the bifrost. “She’s gone home. Vanaheim to kill our parents.” This caused the All-Mother to raise an eyebrow “My father didn’t treat her very kindly knowing what she was. Mother wasn’t much better with her.” he explained “You don’t seem very bothered by this.” she questioned. “I have no love for them because of what they did to her. But I will get Amora close to the house so she can bring Sif back.” with that he left heading back to his post waiting for Amora so he could teleport her to Vanaheim. "Bring her back as soon as you can." Aldrif told her before letting her go.

“You would have prefered I tell you he was ripped apart like a stuffed animal in a dog’s mouth? What I said earlier was putting it lightly.” Aldrif stated to the shocked goddess as she herself began thinking of what she would need to do in order to keep the other two warrior’s from going off and causing more problems. That’s why she wanted Amora to deal with this on her own.

“I may sound cold but I’m not heartless Amora. I will give them answers to what I know. But I will not allow them to go off in a rage filled rampage across the realms looking for Sif.” That also meant Amora shouldn’t do the same thing either. She didn’t want all the rulers from the realms showing up at her door angry over the mess made by an mad thunder goddess.

“Yes. But I don’t think her actions are her own. We both know Sif would never kill Hogun and there has been a abnormal time when my sight has been blocked when I’ve tried to find her.” He hadn’t reported it because it had happened so fast she was there then disappeared then reappeared again. But he thought it was worth telling now if it kept his sister from being killed.

It wouldn’t be hard for Amora to find Sif all she would have to do was follow the screams of pain coming from a man in the woods nearby. The man was chained between two trees by his arms stripped naked and bloody. His body was covered in lash marks and his mouth was just as bloody if not more so. He hadn’t been hit in the face all the blood was from having his teeth ripped out. Sif too was naked and covered in blood none of it was hers and none of her clothes were there. Reaching out she grabbed her father by his hair pulling his head up to look at her “What’s the matter father? Got nothing to stay now?” she reached in and pulled out another tooth causing him to scream once more.

Sif circled her father trying to decide what to do to him next she had so many ideas it was hard to chose just one. She stopped near a pile of things grabbing a bag she opened it and looked inside. A smile spread across her face before looking up at the chained man. “Oh you're going to love this one.” she walked over to stand in front of him “What was that saying Midguardings had…?” she pretended to think for a bit before answering “Ah, I know! Like rubbing salt in an open wound!” She her hand out of the bag that was full of salt and shoved the salt into his mouth digging her nails into his face to keep him for spitting the salt out as he thrashed about in pain.

Sif frowned when she heard the voice of someone interrupting her fun. All black eyes gazed on the blonde woman “Disagreement? Us? Far from it. I’m just showing my daddy what it was like for me when he did these things to me when I was a little girl. That’s all.” she walked back over to the pile and put the bag down “Okay so the salt is a new thing I wanted to try out.” she walked over to where her father was and hit him in the head so hard it knocked his head clean off his shoulders. “Don’t waste your time worrying about this.” She moved over to the blonde getting rather close no she wasn’t going to attack her. “I have a question for you. One you need to think hard on. You have the chance to save one soul.” She cocked her head to the side “Whose will it be? the parent’s or the warriors?”

“The Sif you know is long gone and never coming back.” She told the blonde woman who didn’t seem all that happy that she had done such things to her own father. “Do you really think she would never do such things to her father if given the chance? Everything I’ve done here was pulled from her mind not mine.” She explained apparently she didn’t know Sif as well as she thought she did. She sneared “I have no name not everything needs to have one. The black sheep is easy pickings. She was so weak it was easy to claim her.” that was it because Sif was an outcast of outcasts.

“Is that such a hard thing to do?” Sif asked wondering if that was to hard a thing for Amora to do. Too much thinking apparently. “Her soul will be free!” The Angelus said as she landed near them. “It took me a long time to get a read on you you sneaky little bastard.” Sif hissed in reply before jumping at her only to get impaled in the chest by a sword of light causing her to scream in such pain before going limp with the sword still in her chest she fell to the ground unmoving.

She ran. That was all the woman could do. It was purely by chance that she had seen her opportunity to escape from the Frost Giants, but she doubted it would be a long-lived one. Their bellows of rage and surprise were loud in her ears as she slipped from her chains and cell, running hellbent out of the castle, across the snowy plains, and into the nearby woods. Her clothes were tattered and torn; a simple green shift and boots that were meant for the summer and orchards of Asgard, not the winters on Jotunheim. But she did not dare to stop or hesitate to look back, knowing that they were likely right on her heels. Thiazi would not lose such a prize as her so easily. Thankfully, though the giants were fast, their size was their downfall. The woman, Idunn, was smaller than most Asgardians, allowing her to slip through the trees, while the giants had to smash their way through. Even then they had to be careful; she was only worth retrieving if she were brought alive. Yes, she would likely be punished and starved when they caught her, but perhaps by then Thor would arrive and rescue her.

Perhaps her foot slipped or the embankment she was on gave way, but the next thing Idunn knew, she was falling, tumbling through snow and air. She landed hard on the ground next to a man staring unseeing at her. It took her a moment to focus and realise that it was just a man's head, his mouth bloody and lacking teeth. She screamed, scrambling up and away. This was not Jotunheim. It was a forest, true, but everything was green and wild, as in late summer. One of the other nine realms, perhaps, but which one she did not know.

Still backpedaling from the gruesome display, Idunn fell into a clearing occupied by three women and a headless body tied to the trees. Had she been in a lesser state of shock, she would have likely been able to describe them all, but for now all she saw was two gathered around a naked woman covered in blood, a sword running through her belly. Hand flying to her mouth, Idunn squeezed her eyes shut, fighting to keep from retching. She should have never run. She should have stayed with the frost giants. At least then she would have stayed alive. Now she would likely be killed, carved up, and eaten. The fear was finally too much as the young goddess broke down into tears.

"Is there anyway to prevent being possessed by this thing?" Amora asked. Anyone could be its next victim. "Or at the very least tell me there is a way, aside from the voice change and black eyes, to tell if the person has fallen victim to the Darkness' creature." She would rather there be a sort of early warning system instead of walking in on the thing having a bit of fun with its victims. Amora's gaze followed the Angelus' to the headless corpse. Sif may not have been on good terms with her father, but Amora didn't know how she would react to such a death.

Hearing the crying, the thunder goddess briefly turned towards the sound. The woman looked worse for wear in clothing that barely covered her ample chest. By the way she was dressed, Amora would have thought her to be a slave or perhaps a concubine, and the way she wept? Perhaps she would ask Sif if her father kept consorts in their home. How else would her amount of tears be explained, weeping over a dead man like that. Feeling Sif stir in her arms, Amora smiled. "Perhaps you are. Perhaps when you are healed we will spar and see who is more of a warrior. I promise to go easy on you." She checked her injury, finding it healing well. "You don't remember? We… You were not yourself, Sif. There has been…" Amora did not know how to break it lightly to Sif. "There have been murders. Hogun and your father. You were possessed and not of your right mind. The Angelus saved you though the wound she inflicted was grave. You are in my arms because I healed you."

Removing her cape, Amora gently wrapped it around Sif, giving her an improvised toga look. But, knowing she would not like it, Amora waved her hand, causing the blood to disappear and the cape to become something more to Sif's liking. "It is not my place to say what to do regarding that, but I suggest that we burn or bury the body."