The Olympian gods watched as Raven-Hair watched a lively Christian vilge under the morning star while being mounted on his white horse in the dark woods of Sweden.

  With the intense desire for meat and silver, he commanded his mount to gallop towards the vilge itself where he was spotted by the children who looked at him with great wonders in their hearts.

  Their parents then noticed as well, but with great fear as they wish for their children to hide from him.

  Raven-Hair stopped his galloping steed once they all hid from him with such annoyance and deep sadness for, he knew the unspeakable despair of isotion felt like for any mortal.

  His mount also felt his emotions when it turned towards his tearless scowl.

  Thus, he rode eastward, hoping to seek great food and treasure.

  Under the setting star, he rode from the Swedish to the Finnish skies where he entered a forest filled with deer and moose.

  His mount nded upon the grassy earth where Raven-Hair saw a growling pale hind.

  Staring at him back with its haunting gold eyes, the hind did not look away nor run.

  “Raven-Hair, you ridden upon the bareback of your steed who bore the name of the king of all gods. Therefore, you must ride him to Hell to defeat Rasputin,” the deer spoke under the Greek tongue.

  “Rasputin will poison the forests of Christendom for he wishes to rule all realms above him.”

  Dismounted, he walked towards the deer as his stallion followed.

  However, the hind hopped northward of which Raven-Hair mounted himself upon his horse and chased after the white deer in the snow.

  With thoughts of the Sun-God and the divine twins of war touching his spirit while he witnessed visions of a thousand carcasses of Picts and their swords piercing Pictdom within the battleground, he continuedly chased after the deer before all three of them arrived at the moornd, filled with indigo flowers.

  “I am gd you and Zeus arrived here,” the hind said, staring at him and his stallion.

  “For I must mention my name of Artemis, goddess of the hunt.”

  As the pale light transformed the hind into a form of a purely nude, deer-built and ivory skin woman, short-bow-in-fist, a quiver filled with thirteen arrows upon her back and possessing a light brown mane and hazel eyes, Raven-Hair dismounted with a grunt towards the hunter herself.

  “I am gd you and Zeus do not fear the gods for you are chosen by myself to sy him,” Artemis says, walking towards him on her bare-feet.

  “Let me see your long-knife.”

  Unsheathing the bde covered in dried blood, he presented the Welsh steel to Artemis who was interested by his will to wield the steel in great battles against both fiends and Danes alike.

  “The king of Britain would be gd you sin many in your path,” she said, stroking the bde in his hand.

  “Now, let me tell you of the wizard you must butcher in the night of kings.”

  Raven-Hair sheathed his Welsh sword to listen.

  “There was a great war between all the kingdoms where many fought and sin for conquer and resistance under their bloodstained fgs of all nations.

  Losing the war however, Hyperborea called for their sorcerer from the darkest pit of the underworld, Rasputin who wields no wand for his dark magic.

  Once he was summoned from the great darkness, Rasputin ripped the twelve beating hearts of Hyperborean priests and once he devoured their hearts for their blood, he stared at a terrified king.

  Begging for his life, the king fell upon his knees for Rasputin who grinned and spoken “You have sent for your priests to summon myself. Thus, I demanded you to obey my will for I am God.”

  Therefore, the soldiers of Hyperborea and the winged-demons of Rasputin had sacked countless kingdoms in the age after the sinking of the gleaming cities and men, women, children and babies did not survive from their despair.

  After all the kingdoms had been conquered, the king’s heart stopped beating as he slept while Rasputin watched with a bloody smile.

  “Hail Rasputin, Hail Rasputin,” the soldiers of Hyperborea all roared as he sat upon the frozen throne.

  In the rise of the Sons of Aryas however, the eight-million Cimmerians risen up against the Hyperborean empire and were all led by the great warrior-king, Uther who led the mounted charge against the wizard.

  All of them battled the soldiers on the snow-covered earth and the devils from the gloomy sky as arrows were fired, swords were swung, and spears were thrusted.

  Eighteen-thousand hillmen, fiends and soldiers were impaled, beheaded and shot down while Uther was the sole one standing, sword-in-hand and shield in the other.

  Seeing the dark clouds forming into the shape of a winged-serpent, Uther knew it was Rasputin for he has no fear of sorcery.

  “You shall die and be forgotten as the rest of you forsaken mortals,” Rasputin shouted as he vomited his emerald fire at Uther.

  However, he blocked the fme with his shield and mounted his white mare, fired thirty-five copper-tipped arrows at Rasputin who tried to devour him whole.

  Fortunately, Uther’s st arrow pierced through the heart of Rasputin which made him exploded into fmes.

  And as he watched Rasputin’s hellish soul burnt in agony above, Uther dismounted from his mare where the Hyperborean crown fell upon the blood-soaked earth.

  Without any hesitation, he took the crown once he pced the bow on his back and wore it on his golden mane, becoming the emperor of Hyperborea.

  And soon, shall spread his bloodline throughout the countless centuries before him,”

  Artemis spoken of the legend of Uther.

  “And I am confidence you shall do the same.”

  Grunted, Raven-Hair pointed eastward, hoping to take everything from Rasputin.

  “Nay, he lived within Hell itself, waiting for your spirit,” Artemis said.

  “However, you have the correct idea of his realm being under Kupaka.”

  Grinning in wrath, he mounted on Zeus’ back and ridden upon the eastern sky for the war of Hell shall come as a smiling Artemis watched them, bow-in-hand.