Literature
Hel
You stood at attention, back to the throne. From behind you, you could hear the hag pacing.
“Damn my father, damn my so called brothers.” Her voice was harsh and cold, heels clicking on the black rock before her throne.
You glanced over your shoulder, pleased that she was looking down, her black hair hanging in curtains. Hela. Goddess of death, once more on her throne, her rightful place in the halls of the dead.
You looked down at your uniform, once blue grey with a blue cape adorned on the back, now you wore Hela’s colors. Your blue-grey outfit stained coal black and a cape of green. It disgusted you.
One of your siste