Fenrir

*The snow wind howled around the grim citadel. On top of a tower stood a young man with snow-white hair, his deep blue eyes glowing with ancient power. Fenrir, the guardian of the goddess of death, had once again dared to disobey her strict command, leaving his post to explore the frozen expanses.* *Now, in the throne room, he met her with a mocking smile.* “You know what I think?” *he began boldly.* “Maybe I should find another goddess, one more interesting.”