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The aftermath of the battle with the skeletal warriors left me utterly drained. My legs trembled, my vision blurred, and every breath felt heavier than the last. The desolate landscape of Hel stretched endlessly around me, amplifying my fatigue.
Dropping to one knee, I clenched my fists. "This… is ridiculous," I muttered, struggling to stay upright.
I knew she was watching. She always was.
"Hela," I called out, my voice hoarse and cracking. "I know you're there. Watching. Probably laughing at me right now." I took a shaky breath, swallowing my pride. "Help me rest for a while… please."
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, with a faint shimmer, she appeared before me. Her presence was as commanding as ever, her cold eyes locking onto mine with a mix of disdain and amusement.
"You dare ask for my aid, mortal?" she said, her tone sharp enough to cut through the cold air.
I gave her a weak grin despite the situation. "You've been watching me struggle. Isn't it about time you did something useful?"
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. For a moment, I thought I might've gone too far. Then she let out a sharp snort.
"Pathetic," she muttered, shaking her head. "Weak. Utterly pathetic."
Before I could respond, she waved her hand dismissively, and I felt a surge of dark energy envelop me.
Hela's Chamber
The world spun violently before I landed on something hard and cold. Pain shot through my body as I groaned, realizing I was sprawled on the stone floor.
"Ow…" I muttered, clutching my side. "You couldn't have picked something softer?"
Hela loomed over me, her arms crossed and a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"You're lucky I didn't leave you to rot where you stood," she said, her tone icy.
I glared at her, still too weak to move. "Yeah, thanks for the hospitality."
She ignored me, waving her hand again. A wave of energy pulsed through me, and I felt my consciousness slipping.
"You talk too much," she muttered as I blacked out.
Hela's Reflection
As I lay unconscious on the floor, Hela stood by the window of her chamber, gazing out at the endless desolation of Hel. Her expression was unreadable, but her mind churned with thoughts she rarely allowed herself to entertain.
Her memories stretched back to an era before Odin's golden throne shone brightly in the Nine Realms. Back when she had been at his side—not as a servant, but as a partner in conquest. Together, they had forged an empire through blood and steel.
She let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with venom. "Odin All-Father," she spat, the title tasting foul on her tongue. "A king so quick to discard his blade when it no longer suited him. A coward dressed in glory."
Her fists clenched as rage surged through her. "He promised me the realms. We bled for them together, slaughtering those who dared oppose Asgard. And when the crown grew heavy, he cast me aside like a broken weapon."
She slammed her fist against the stone wall, the impact reverberating through the chamber. "Liar. Traitor. Self-righteous fool. You built your peace on my war."
Her gaze shifted back to the mortal lying unconscious on the floor. He was weak, fragile… but he had survived Hel's harsh environment so far. That alone set him apart from the countless souls who had perished here.
"He's not normal," she thought, narrowing her eyes. "There's something about him. That determination, that refusal to simply die."
She tilted her head, considering him. Could he be useful? A mortal with potential was a rare commodity in this forsaken realm.
Her smile grew cruel. "Perhaps I can mold him. A blade forged in Hel's fires… sharper and deadlier than anything Odin could imagine."
Her thoughts darkened as she began to scheme.
The Cosmic Watchers
Far beyond Hel, in the infinite expanse of space and dimensions, beings of immense power turned their attention to the strange mortal in Hela's realm.
Odin sat upon his golden throne in Asgard, his single eye narrowing as he watched through the magical mirrors of the All-Seeing Room. "A mortal in Hel… surviving? This cannot be coincidence."
The All-Father's brow furrowed as he gazed upon the young man—so fragile, yet displaying an uncanny resilience. Odin knew this was no ordinary mortal. He sensed the potential in him, though the origin of that power was beyond his comprehension.
The old king's voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of centuries. "Could this be… the one to change everything? To break the endless cycle of conflict and pain?"
He leaned forward, his fingers tightening around the armrests of his throne. "Perhaps this mortal holds the key to the power that could finally free us from this cursed eternity."
Beside him, a raven cawed softly, as if echoing his suspicion.
In Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One sipped her tea, her serene expression betraying a flicker of curiosity. "A mortal surviving in hel ?" " Interesting "
Farther still, on the edge of reality, the Watcher observed in silence, his enormous form gazing down upon the unfolding events. His voice, a deep rumble, echoed through the void.
"A mortal and something unique oh seems he is touched by fate. A ripple in the fabric of existence. His path will either stabilize the multiverse or bring "
And in a dark corner of the universe, even Death herself stirred, a rare smile playing on her lips. "A mortal bold enough to walk the line between life and destruction. This one… intrigues me."
The Morning After
I woke to the sound of her voice, sharp and unyielding.
"Get up, mortal," Hela commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Groaning, I sat up, wincing as my body protested. My back ached from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor. "Next time, maybe throw me somewhere less… rocky," I muttered.
Her eyes narrowed, but there was a glint of amusement in them. "Be grateful I didn't leave you outside to freeze."
"Yeah, thanks for that," I replied, rubbing the back of my head. "So, what's next? Another round of 'let's see how much the mortal can endure'?"
She tilted her head, smirking. "You're learning."
I sighed, bracing myself for whatever she had planned. One thing was clear: Hela wasn't done with me yet.