After hours of being stabbed by the creatures of hell the man was able to sleep. The unbearable heat from the flames didn’t bother him as he was too weak to feel anything. His body was damaged enough to force him to sleep. The wounds in his body slowly closed over time and he could feel the heat again. 

He woke up, breathing heavily and with each breath, there was more pain. The air was hot and dry, suffocating. His thirst had not been quenched for years and his stomach was no longer growling as it used his own body to get the little nutrients he needed. His eyes were dry and each blink was painful forcing him to have his eyes closed for most of the time. The chains were wrapped around his arms and legs making his skin burn, was falling apart but was gradually regenerated by the curse of immortality. His whole existence was agony, a punishment that gods gave him to the greatest enemy of “the world”.

The flames that surrounded the island were slowly put out. It was the only moment of peace he could find in hell. While it was time where his body could rest, his mind was strained the most knowing that it was silence before the storm.

He waited with his eyes closed, curled up on the ground. He waited for the loughs of coming gods or loud steps of creatures coming to torture him. He waited in the same position for minutes. Once his body regenerated all the wounds he opened his eyes. 

Realizing that there is no new pain in his body. He looked around for a person, a creature that came to torture him. Sitting in front of him was a dark wolf almost the same size as him. Using all the strength he had he raised his guard and closed his eyes, waiting for the wolf to attack him but the wolf sat there and observed him.

“What has become of a great warrior, the greatest enemy of all gods…” The wolf said with a strong voice. “Are you even sane enough to understand me?” The wolf stood up and got closer to the man. The fearful human crawled away from the wolf but the creature didn’t stop walking toward him. “Speak up!” The wolf growled.

“Yes! I understand you…” The man finally answered.

“Good. Do you remember your name?” The wolf asked as it sat down a few feet away from the man.

“My name is… Asval…” The man answered but wasn’t sure if he said it correctly.

“Asval… I finally found you…” The wolf said with an almost threatening voice. The man began to shiver fearing what the wolf was about to do to him. “I’ve come to make a deal with you.”

“A… Deal?” Asval whispered, not understanding the intentions of the creature.

“Yes. I’ll grant you the thing you desired for years… freedom.” 

“Is this another kind of torture?” He asked not taking the wolf’s word seriously. 

The wolf growled and jumped at Asval, bearing his claws at him. The man looked away but he didn’t feel anything scratching his arm. It felt lighter. The chain on his left arm was shattered on the ground.

“Is that enough of a proof?” The wolf asked, mocking the man.

He moved his finally free hand around, amazed by the sensation. “How do I pay for my freedom?” Asval asked looking straight into the wolf’s eyes.

“In return for your freedom, I want you to slay all the gods.”