Corrupted Freya, Goddess of love and fertility.

It had felt so long since Freya had been this weak. She had been one of the first to fall in the end times. Of course it went as the prophecies had foretold. Loki had betrayed the Asgardians and Freya had been the first one to fall. After all without her, the other gods couldn't eat her golden apples. Freya had been the one keeping the gods alive for this long and as the darkness enveloped her, the other gods had sealed their own fate.

What had surprised the bountiful goddess was that she had not died. The fell had other plans for her. They needed a leader. Someone able to not only defeat the gods in this realm but through out the universe. Such a leader cannot me shaped, they have to be born. Who better to bring this dark being into existence than the goddess of fertility herself.

The creatures of the fell had been upon her. Pinning her down before she could even tell what was going on. She did not know what had pierced her most holy as the first one, but as it filled her to the brim she knew that it was nothing she had ever tried before.
She distinctly remember the the roar of the creature as it came inside of her. It had only been a couple of strokes but Freya knew the effect her body had.

While she was known as the queen of the Valkyries to the other gods, her body itself had some powers too. Of course these had only been for her husband, Heimdal, to find as he had laid with her for the first time. Her most holy was made for pure bliss. Not only was it always tight and wet, but no mortal could last inside of her. Even her husband had suffered this effect as their sessions of lovemaking had lasted no more than a couple of seconds. Freya had gone to Odin to ask for help, an embarrassing but necessary task as Freya's desires had grown.

Odin had bestowed upon her a blessing. Her lover would be granted the stamina to go again and again, until he was dry. This had been to her own downfall. The dwarfs, giants and yetis, that had been taking their turn with her had been been going for days. Freya was sure that other creatures had join them, to corrupt her body and soul. She knew she even had heard Loki at some point.

Now Freya stood proud. Her amble mounts swaying in the wind of this new world. She was carrying the darkness in her womb and she needed to feed it. She needed to find some of the gods that had escaped their doom, and bring them to their end. As far as she knew this would be the only way for her to feed her new child. To do this however she needed a champion. The only question was who she would choose.