Fresh Blood || onehalfakindredsoul
"So that the souls may continue on their journey to Valhalla?"
Like most of whom were considered monsters it very much sounded to the Asgardian as if these Daimons had their reasons for what they did. Of course it did not make it right, but there was a level of empathy to be had for a race stuck between the only two grave fates the Norns had dictated for them.
"What becomes of the Daimons once they have perished?"
"Or to wherever their chosen worship will take them, but yes. If it isn’t done in time, the souls will never reach their destinations. They simply cease to exist."
The goddess is silent for a few moments, chewing over his question, debating the best way to answer. It was something she had wondered about in the past, and something that had troubled her even though she wasn’t officially part of any of this Dark-Hunter business. Not being able to ever join an afterlife herself had raised this curiosity too many times for her to be comfortable.
"Truthfully, I don’t know. I certainly hold some hope that they find peace with their loved ones somewhere in Eternity. It would be a shame to endure all they have for no reward in the end."