Chapter Text
It is said that this story starts, not from the beginning, but the end.
For the apocalypse was on its way, long foretold and put into action by higher powers. The end of the world was nigh, and nothing could be done.
The world destined to be slaughtered in the name of heaven and hell.
But it starts with two brothers, born mortal. Hunters, the two were. They hunted the monsters and myths that people only dreamed of. They killed, and kept the world safe without any thanks.
They had no believers and barely any support.
That is, until that website appeared.
No one knew where it first came from, or who made it. Not even our gods knew then, but it appeared.
And fate was changed because of it.
It spoke of their tales, their adventures, their woes. It spoke of them hunting, how the older was steadfast, the other kind. How both heaven and hell learned to fear the steady rumbling approaching in the distance.
It spoke of their kindness, how they would not hurt those who didn’t deserve it, be it monster or man.
It spoke of their rages and tempers, how the foolish and naive were struck down for daring to incur their wraith.
It spoke of how inseparable they were, how you would never find one without the other, how anything one knew, the other would know as well.
It spoke of how they saved the world, thwarted destiny and fate through their own stubbornness and will.
It spoke of how they would come for those in need, how their chariot’s rumbling would reach the ears of the fearful and they would know that they would be saved.
It spoke of the wolf and the moose, of sharp teeth and crowned antlers, of soft hide and steady hooves.
It spoke of how two brothers became gods.
And that is how this story starts.