#bruhilde

Rsputin the "Mad Monk"

Jiaozi the Dragon Princess Of The Underworld

Ponyo loves Sōsuke! I will be a human too!

What if valkyries were humans who died that ascended to heaven. Like reborn or something as a god. Demigod is what they called Heracles who was a human who became a god. Maybe that's the same case with the valkyries.

In Norse mythology, valkyries can be both human or mythical creatures (I think correct me if I'm wrong) that was chosen to serve heaven.

Imagine that the valkyries were actually just a group of disposable fighters for heaven. Because they're just puny ex-humans anyway, why not use them?

What if there where more than 13 valkyries before, from different race and time and they just kept on dying with every task given to them?

Could you imagine a small and young Bruhilde, eyes opening for the first time after her death realizing that she's a child again. Imagine her looking up to other stone faced warriors murmuring among themselves that a new one arrived.

Try imagining the horror in her eyes as she watch corpse upon corpse of other women being brought back to be buried after their mission. Imagine her kneeling and crying her eyes as she pathetically wailed about their trivial deaths. But one valkyrie looked at her with distaste and said,

"Dry your tears. They aren't family. We are warriors for the gods. Chooser of the slain. In our line of work there is no need for emotions."

Try imagining that's why she's always so stoic and bold because she has seen do many deaths already. That's why she didn't even flinch when the blood of that incubus spluttered on her because she had held countless bloodied bodies against hers. She would whisper assurances and comfort as she futilely presses on the wound to save them.

But she knew, she knew that they were not going to make it.

They're all going to die

Could you imagine despite how they thought her not to have emotions she made bonds with Hrist and Prudr. Imagine her smiling for the first time, the laughter they shared. Calling them sisters as they promise that no matter what they'll come back. magine her worry everytime they have to leave for battle and the panic on her eyes frantically searching for their faces in the sea of wounded valkyries. The hammer in her chest as the cold bodies of fallen valkyries strolled, wishing, begging that neither of them lie underneath those white sheets.

Imagine the things the facade she put on upon hearing the news.

She was the oldest one left. Everyone has died.

Imagine the anger and vile that clenches her throat as she curses every divinity she knew.

The gods did not care.

They did not care for their misery. Not their lives.

She hated them.

She loathed every single one of them.

And try to imagine the things she did to keep her sisters alive.

Sisters.

They are her sisters. And she will do everything to protect them.

Thirteen.

There where only thirteen of them left. Insignificant to them but for Bruhilde, this is what she has left.

They're number did not lower. It will never lower, she promised. She made them strong, powerful, she did everything to make sure they survive. And they did.

The 13 Valkyrie Sisters that is what they call them now. Many have forgotten that there was so many of them. Eyes blind from the miseries and death that they caused.

But Bruhilde remembers everything. Their names and their faces. Every voice, every laughter, every cry. The same ones that haunt her dreams at night.

Imagine her meeting Heracles for the first time. His awkwardly large body hitting every furniture he walks by. Can you see how his positivity and pure heart made her smile for the briefest of moments? How he managed to befriend all her sisters and even called him their brother? Try to imagine Bruhilde curious eyes as Heracles kept on telling about humanity, something that she have forgotten from all the battles she fought.

Humans

They were just like them. Played dirty by the gods. They loved watching them fail and suffer. Yet looking at the demigod in front of her, she could only smile.

They still love despite the pain. They laughed even through lost.

Humans are wonderful creatures.

They felt like family to her.

And no one will hurt her family.

Never again.

This was supposed to be a headcannon only but my mind was like

"you can write this"

"I have work to do and I'm just taking a break-"

"write it now before I make it disappear."

"can't you just save it for later?"

"you wish bitch. Now write."

Also Buddha