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(Disturbing and kind of sick post incoming. I feel really strange myself for writing this actually...)

Valkyrie didn't like waiting. Such a disgrace! She was the Matriarch of one of the mightiest clans of Skyrim and they had her waiting!

''Fucking Cave-Bears... ''

After waiting for almost an hour a guard signaled to the clanmembers of Clan Ghost-Wolf that they could approach the administrator by his desk.

The thin man didn't look up from his documents. "What can we help lady Ghost-Wolf with this day?" he muttered as he appeared to be counting something on the papers in front of him.

Presumably how many lycanthropes they have butchered this month, she speculated.

Valkyrie slammed her fist into the table of the administrator, disrupting his thinking. "My brother and my sister. Where are they?"

Torsdolk put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Easy, lass."

"You have kept them hidden here, haven't you? Cave-Bear loyalist! For fourteen years you have kept them behind bars! And I am here to get them out..."

The administrator looked at her unamused. He then glared with unease as he saw the gauntlet on her left hand moving about as if it struggled to keep itself from bashing his teeth out.

"It... can take some time before we can allow them their freedom", he said.

"Time?!" growled Torsdolk through his beard. "They have been locked up for fourteen years, for fuck sake! Enough time! You bring them out and you bring them out now!"

"You don't seem to understand the complications of this matter, Ghost-Wolves. They were imprisoned here under the order of Sturkas Cave-Bear. To... overcome that order and decision there will have to be some paperwork required and some discussion..."

Valkyrie had had it with waiting. She suddenly leaned over the table and grabbed the grubby little man by the collar and pulled him up close to her face.

"... with the clanmembers of Clan Cave-Bears", he said as he choked.

"Listen to me now", she growled lowly. "Don't you fucking dare to play games with me! I know exactly what this place is! This is where you have captured several of my kin for centuries and exposed them to only-the-Gods-know for kind of monstrous torture!"

He smiled shyly. "Monstrous torture fit for monsters", he replied. "Lycanthropes are a thing of evil, and evil is what we in Clan Cave-Bear always have fought against."

"A monster am I?" said Valkyrie as her eyes glimmered with a restrained animalistic lust for this flesh. "Then perhaps you should overcome the imprisonment order a bit faster... because this monster is getting restless... and hungry..."

Valkyrie released him forcefully as she tossed him back into his chair. "I will have those imprisonment orders nullified, or heads will roll!" she snapped. "Understand?! Where is Hemming and Lilja?! And don't you fucking dare to lie to me! I know that you know where they are, even if I can't prove it. But don't force me to storm into that dungeon behind you, killing anyone in my path in order to find the answers, because I will! If that's what it takes!"

The administrator wrinkled his nose in disgust and discomfort and adjusted his coat. "Taking orders from a bloody werewolf", he muttered. "As you wish, lady Ghost-Wolf. We will agree to the release of one of your siblings."

"One?!" snarled Valkyrie and clutched the hilt of Frostbite tightly. "You will release both of them here and now, or else I will make sure that you and your clan will become nothing more than some vague dust in my history books!"

"We will release one", spat the administrator. "And that will be Hemming Ghost-Wolf as he was the only one brought here since... well... the Wolf Trap. Captain!" he shouted and made a gesture with his hand.

"My lord?" asked a bearded and armored man appearing in the hallway of the underground fort.

"Please, release Hemming Ghost-Wolf from his bondings."

"Hemming Ghost-Wolf?" the captain said in an asking tone. "But, my lord, Hemming is..."

"Just do as I say", said the administrator. "Lady Ghost-Wolf here wishes to see her brother, so bring him up from the storage."

The captain shot a worried glare at Valkyrie before he bowed slightly. "Uhm, y-yes my lord."

The administrator then sat back and rolled his thumbs on the desk.

"I don't get it", said Valkyrie. "Why have you been keeping him in the storage? Don't you have any cells available?"

"Oh, we have", replied the administrator. "It's just that... Hemming Ghost-Wolf found himself a more fitting spot."

Valkyrie didn't like the sound of this at all, but she chose to wait for the captain to bring her brother to the surface. She wondered what Hemming looked like now. She hadn't seen him for nearly a decade. He had been just a boy the last time she saw him. She feared what he would look like now, being imprisoned for so long. She expected him to be nothing more than skin and bones, having a long beard and unkempt hair.

After several minutes of waiting, a group of guards arrived with the captain at the front. They were carrying something amongst them which looked like a small, white blanket. They put it on the administrator's desk.

Torsdolk and the Ghost-Wolf warriors shot suspicious glares at the soldiers and put readied hands on the hilt of their weapons.

Valkyrie approached them. "Is this some kind of bad joke? Where is Hemming? I asked for my brother and not some dirty blanket!"

The administrator smiled at her viciously. "My dear Matriarch, it must be shameful for someone of your position to not recognise her own brother..."

Valkyrie cocked her head and looked at him as if she was expecting him to explain the situation. But when he didn't respond she inspected the white blanket further.

Torsdolk swallowed. "Valkyrie..."

Her face turned pale upon realising that they had indeed brought her brother to her. The blanket was a fur, a werewolf fur. It still bore resemblance to that of a young werewolf pup. She could even figure out where the face was... or had been...

Her lips trembled as she spoke. "Y-you... you flayed him?!"

The administrator smiled. "When he was first brought here he was out of his mind with fear. Silly boy. He peed himself and cried every night, begging for his family to come and find him. And one full moon night he simply turned. The guards were expecting a monster, but you can surely understand their relief upon realising that the boy had turned into nothing more than a fluffy, little dog whelp, howling all night long. He found at least one purpose in his existence: he decorated our dirty storage for over a decade."

The guards began to laugh cruelly as they watched Valkyrie's distorted expression. Tears were streaming from her eyes and she bit together from holding herself back from screaming out loud. She couldn't hold it back however. She colllapsed to her knees and cradled the white fur pelt of her brother as she both cried and screamed simultaneously.

"Family reunions make my heart sing", said the administrator. "Guards, escort the Matriarch and her companions to a fitting cell and perhaps we will find ourselves another room worthy of decoration. Perhaps the privy?"

Before the guards had the time to grab Valkyrie by the arms, Frosbite had been drawn. The greatsword swung across their heads, hacking off their faces beyond any recognition. And as they lay dying on the stone floor she stood over them and kept hacking at their heads until they were nothing but a gory mess of blood, ripped flesh and skull chips.

She then turned her attention to the administrator.

"You... you can't touch me! I am an employee of Clan Cave-Bear! Kill me and you will have broken the diplomatic rules of the clans and..."

Valkyrie grabbed the man by the throat. Tears were still running from her eyes as she buried her fingers into his jugular.

"I don't care", she mumbled quietly. "Your clan killed and flayed a boy, my brother... Does it look like I give a fuck about diplomatic rules?"

"You", groaned the administrator as her grip tightened. "You will bring doom upon your own clan when people find out what you have done here!"

"But they won't", replied Valkyrie. "I am going to personally clean this whole mess up together with my kin. As soon as I have killed you, I am going to devour all of you. Then I will throw you up like you were nothing but a bad digestion. I won't have any of your evil remains inside me. So, you see... there won't be any evidence left of what took place here."

"You.... you wolf bitch!" choked the administrator as her fingers buried themselves deep into his flesh and ripped out his jugular.

Blood was spraying everywhere as the administrator drowned in his own bodily fluids. Valkyrie grabbed her brother's fur and clutched it tightly to her chest.

As more guards entered the room the Ghost-Wolf warriors drew their weapons and made short work of them, cutting them to pieces where they stood with a few elegant whirls of their sword.

Torsdolk embraced his niece from behind. "Valkyrie, I am... I am so sorry..."

"Kill them all", she said.

"But Valkyrie, when the Cave-Bears find out what..."

She turned towards him, her face wrinkled with hatred and anger. "THAT WASN'T A REQUEST! THAT WAS AN ORDER, BERSERKER! KILL THEM, YOU HEAR?! KILL THEM ALL!"

She turned to the Ghost-Wolves. "GHOST-WOLVES!" she commanded. They lined up, kneeled and put their blades before her feet. "DO NOT LET A SINGLE CAVE-BEAR LOYALIST ESCAPE THIS FORT ALIVE! BUTCHER THEM! CUT THEM OPEN WHERE THEY STAND! SPILL THE BLOOD OF YOUR LORD'S MURDERERS! KILL EVERYONE OF THEM, YOU HEAR?! KILL THEM ALL! FEAST ON THEIR FLESH AND BLOOD! LEAVE NONE STANDING!"

The warriors put their hands to their chests and rose up with determined expressions. "Yes, Matriarch!" they said in unison and immediately began to cleanse the prison.

They broke through the barracks and killed everyone. The guards who weren't prepared to draw their weapons or were asleep were killed, even those who begged for mercy.

Valkyrie clutched the remains of her brother tightly as she wandered out of the prison whilst the massacre was occurring all around her.

"The Cave-Bears will never forget this, niece", said Torsdolk a bit worried about the repercussions of this order. Even though he felt that Hemming had indeed been avenged for the cruelty committed against him, the boy had been dead for quite some time, and there was really no need to dwell on the past.

"Good", she snarled. "Neither should they. They butchered our family unjustly. They killed my brother, your nephew, while he was just a young boy! They... they skinned him! Skinned him and used his remains as a decoration for some dirty storage! This insult will not stand! I swear by all the Gods I hold dear that I will never rest easy until every last member of Clan Cave-Bear lies dead!"

Torsdolk wrinkled his eyebrows. "The Wolf Trap was the work of Sturkas Cave-Bear and his sons. Surely the rest of their clan can't be held respons..."

He didn't get much further before he was interrupted by Valkyrie's harsh and commanding voice. "Berserker! You have an order to carry out!" She glared at him over her shoulder. "Or have you forgotten to do your duty to your Matriarch?"

Torsdolk glared back at her, seemingly displeased with the order. "No... Matriarch..."

He pulled up his axe and began to work by cutting down some stable boys, as instructed...

Valkyrie gently stroke the pelt in her arms as if she was expecting it to come to life. But there it was. Still and lifeless. Her brother... If Hemming had been dead for the past fourteen years, there was a strong possibility that Lilja was dead as well. Apparently she had never been kept here. But did it matter in the end? Her line was ended. She knew all too well that after this night and this decision, she would never marry nor have any children... She would be the last Ghost-Wolf and the only thing that was on her mind was how the books would refer her as.

Valkyrie the Blood-Thirsty? Valkyrie the Vengeful? Valkyrie the Wolf-Queen?

She sat up on her horse and watched the sack of the Wolf Pit from afar, hearing the screams of the Cave-Bear loyalists. She couldn't tell for how long she watched, her mind had drifted away to something in the distance and gone numb as she had come to realisation that her last brother was indeed dead. Dead and gone, and she would never again see him. The feelings and emotions tore her heart apart, and she just felt like she wanted to lie down and wake up in the next century.

She wiped away her tears as the three Ghost-Wolf warriors approached her, their armors and capes bloodied. Torsdolk came lumbering after them with his battleaxe.

"The deed has been carried out, Matriarch", said Ma'Khenro. "Not a single soul is left alive to tell the world what happened here."

Valkyrie only nodded in response with a somber expression.

"We took the liberty to put the place ablaze as well", said Juliana and wiped the blood of her blade. "Once Cave-Bear soldiers finds this place burnt to the ground, they will assume a bandit raid."

"As if bandits were skillful enough to take on an entire Cave-Bear fort", said Torsdolk sharply.

"Let's... head back to the Vargine Hall", said Valkyrie incoherently without even looking at the burning fort. "Back to Whiterun... I... there are things that... needs doing..."

"Matriarch?" asked Halvar as he noticed how unresponsive she seemed to be.

"Hemming needs... a burial... we will... drink to his honor... The line has ended... Shouldn't keep them waiting..."

"Matriarch, we..."

Torsdolk put a hand on Halvar's shoulder. "Stop", he whispered sternly. "Let's just saddle up and follow. The lass needs to be alone now. Alone with her thoughts and decisions... as always..."