In the 1500s, the British were attacking eastern Norway, the towns set up all through the east were vastly and easily conquered, so the opposing northern villages needed to team up to take out the British, eventually, a 23 year old man went to the local temple to pray to the gods, he didn’t have much to sacrificed, so he layed his axe at the alter, and started to pray, now, we don’t, know if those Norse gods exist, or another entity blessed him, but his axe was sparked with a flame, and so were his hands, he couldn’t control the flame, nor put it out, it stayed on his hands and his axe, so later that day, the British army approached the village, charging with their swords, swiftly riding on horseback, almost immediately they were swept off and flung into the air, it was the man, he cut through the army feeling the thrill of bloodlust, his village thanked him and gave him the name “den evige flammen” or the eternal flame, he eventually left the village and ironically moved to Britain, he would eventually learn the English language and set up his hut there, isolated, he then spent 15 brutal years training, and then he would begin his conquest to take control of all of Northern Europe, and take power so that all his offspring would be able to control it, and have powers of their own, just like his
