Brynhildr {Hell - Rider Valkryie of legend{{TKE}{IE}

Born out of the Heavens, created against the guard and cloak of evil, were the mighty warriors of Valhalla, known as the Valkyrie. Beautiful, strong, fierce and loyal were the Angels of the North. As strong as any creations that came out in the Universe, born for the need as the safe guards of the worlds beyond. The immortal warriors of the Heaven's above the Nine Realms. The security of the Universe and all below. They were the warriors and angels who would carry the fallen into the sacred halls. That was centuries ago, and now Brynhildr and her warriors have moved on from the lands in which they've called home and done battle countless times on. The very sacred lands they've bled over, have been passed down to newer generations of warriors. These Valkyrie had found a new home within the the lands of the light and have become the Empress' protectors and all that reside within the House. It was a move that Brynhildr had planned on doing for a long time. She had been tired of all the betrayal, having her loyalty and devotion be abused by false kings/ gods and ruined profits. The men were only that in title, and never acted upon the moral grounds in which they pretended to carry themselves as. The term man, came as a false-hood. A front, what was beneath were not real men, boys playing soldiers. Brunhilde and her Angels were warriors. Real women, with combat experience and years of dedicated service to the Heavenly Host and their armies. Always the first to fight, the first to charge into battle. They were the sword, the spear and the shield. Always in front, defending and attacking at the same time. With her Powerful weapon she used it to smite people who weren't worthy of their protection, time or devotion. She always made sure that they were taken care of, and protected. Her people and her friends. Putting them first above all others, the Fearless Valkyrie Captain sacrificed more than she cared for her  into life. Being woken and resurrected, she thought it was a blessing. It turned out to be a curse, and a curse of a weight that she handled and carried the rest of her life. Always flying too high, only to have her wings burned and seered on the way down. Her beautiful feathers, turn to ash and scars against her body and soul. Laying out in torment, crying off her bleeding soul, never to know peace, from the endless torment of broken promises and dampened inhibitions. Family was foreign to her, she has her sisters sure. True love was as strange to her as the world she lived in. She was an Angel in a sea of sinners and devils. Ironic in a sense.She was created to protect the Heaven's and innocents, but now her forces have been turned and used to protect the darkness and the evil it resided in. She wasn't complaining about it, her life always was interesting and now, it's taken an even more interesting turn. Becoming a Hell-Rider for the Daughter of Satan. Cast out were her angelic wings, her halo so to speak. Forged out of the darkest pits and depths where chains of brimstone and iron. Ash and fire. She was the Valkyrie, but the Valkyrie of legend, and myth.. she was no more. Now, she was an Agent of Hell, blood flowing through her of the darkest minds and euphoric senses, corrupting the very innocence she held her entire life. Destroying her temple, she no longer believed in the Old Gods and the Heaven's she once served proudly. Fallen now were her sisters, fallen was the once proud and bright leader of the army of the thousand heaven's. Now, an Angel of less. Fire and the heart of a woman who's been through more than she dared to think about. Each experience was another layer, a scar that forged into iron. Creating an even more powerful warrior than before. Using evil and darkness, she fueled her inner power and desire. Giving into the darkness of the deepest depths. She no longer considered herself an angel of light, she was not a demon either. She didn't believe in that type of religion, for she wasn't about that religion and she was beyond that religion as well. A warrior with no home, was really considered a warrior at all? In her heart, she felt as though she was, and she knew that she was more than just the warrior, and that she wasn't going to let it totally corrupt her. This was a new land, realm and world that she resided in now. While she was an entity of light, she was Hell's Valkyrie now. She became a rider of the flame. She was still the Valkyrie, only now she was more evolved and now she understood what her true purpose was. Now, she knew that she belonged, and she belonged to the light. It's there she would defend, there she would reside and there she would now call, her home for now.