Today was not a good day for Jack Samson. He's just found out he was dead, killed in a car accident on his way to work. He was in an endless queue of more depressed looking people, all in chains. He stretched to look over the line of others, but seeing nothing but blackness. He looked around.
The room he was in- more of a cave really- seemed to stretch endlessly, the opening where he had come in now non-existent in the darkness. If he looked up, he could see large black Stalactites of enormous size hanging precariously from the ceiling, looking like they might drop at any moment. A single drop of black slime dripped from one above his head and fell, landing on his manacles. He shook it off.
The line suddenly moved forward and he was shunted so he fell on his knees. When he looked up, all the other people- souls- had vanished, leaving only him kneeling and on chains on the floor. He looked around to see darkness-
"Jack Samson, your judgement day has come. Your past will be reviewed and your soul sent to where you deserve." A chilling female voice came from out of no-where and he shivered, and then stood- suddenly face-to-face with a beautiful young woman.
He had to hide his grin. He's always been good with women- he knew exactly what to say and when to say it, how to get them to do anything.
He opened his mouth to speak but she spoke over him. "Do not attempt to talk your way out of this. Now walk." Two dangerous-looking, huge guards in plated armour appeared out of the darkness behind the woman, wielding battle-axes. Jack shut his mouth and began walking, tripping over the chains on his feet and being shunted forward by the pointy blade of one of the axes.
"Halt." The woman said, before walking forward to some stairs, at the top of which was a throne. She knelt and placed a hand on her heart- a hand, Jack suddenly realised, was rotting. Her entire arm had a mouldy, green colour, and her fingernails were discoloured, some missing. He swallowed.
"Your highness. Samson is here." Jack Heard a sort-of-shuffling noise come from the throne and saw a pair of thin legs swing off of the arm. The occupant had been sprawled across it.
"Thank-you, Ganglöt." Another voice called from the shadows, before the person placed their feet on the ground and stood, then walked into the dim light.
Jack had to hold back a laugh. This, this child, was the so-called 'Goddess of the Underworld'?!
The child in question was a small girl, who looked as if she was around thirteen to fifteen years of age with a smooth face and emotionless expression. In one hand she held a small orb, in which several colours danced, and in the other a spear.
"Samson, you will remain silent until I have deemed it right for you to defend yourself, if at all. I will-"
"Is this it?!" Jack laughed, looking at the guards and at Ganglöt, who glared at him with one white and one red eye. "This, this is my judgement? A kid?" He began laughing harder, before one of his arms was grabbed in a vice-like grip and twisted behind his back. He broke his laughter with a choked yell and bent forward, his hand being twisted to his shoulder. The girl had vanished.
"I would advise not to anger me, mortal." She hissed, jerking his arm back further and eliciting a shriek as the bones began to crack. "I am in no mood to be jested with." She released him and moved to the stairs.
"Your life has been reviewed. You shall be taken for your punishment now." Jake didn't have time to scream before the floor swallowed him.
"My lady, are you-"
"Ganglöt, what have I told you about calling me by my forename when we have not got company?" The Goddess of the Underworld said, her tone a lot friendlier (if you could call it that.).
"Y-yes, Hela. My mistake." Ganglöt replied, twisting her hands behind her back. Hela walked up the stairs to her throne and sat down, swinging her legs up onto one of the armrests and leaning against the other.
"Has there been any news of the other realms?" She asked boredly, examining her blackened nails. Ganglöt waved a hand and several scrolls appeared.
"There has been no important news from Alfheim, Muspelheim, Nidarvellir or Jotunheim, but of Midgard and Asgard…" she trailed off. Hela immediately grew vaguely worried.
"What is it?" She asked.
"It's… your father." Hela's eyes widened, then narrowed.
"What has happened?" She said, with some urgency in her voice. She hadn't seen her father in years, only permitted to see him when he was on missions that required going to Helheim. Although scarce, she could easily count those brief meetings as some of the best times in her life.
"He fell into the void between he realms after the Bifrost was destroyed, and was discovered by…" Ganglöt's eyes widened in horror. "The Chitauri."
Hela sat up straight and stared at her. "What of him?!" She almost shouted.
"He… he was tortured for what was several hundred years in… that realm and forced to do their bidding." She managed to gush out. She was terrified about what would happen if Hela got angry. Said Goddess leaned forward. "He then… lead their armies in invading Midgard… but was stopped by your… uncle, and a group of mortals." Her strong voice sank to an almost-whisper at the end. "He is now being held in the dungeons of Asgard. He is not in a good state-"
"Of mind nor body." An unfamiliar voice called from a dark corner. Both Hela and Ganglöt whipped round, their dead eyes scanning.
"Who goes there, unnoticed, in my very realm?" Hela hissed, standing regally.
"This is an interesting place, you know." The woman replied, stepping forward. Hela's green and red eyes narrowed.
The woman stood tall, her green armour hidden under a black cloak. She smiled at Hela, although it was not a welcoming smile.
"Now now, child. I merely wanted to visit and… discuss something with you." Hela almost shivered as the ice-cold voice reached her.
"Out of the question. Now leave, before I make today your judgement day." She raised a hand and willed the ground to swallow the woman whole- but nothing happened.
"Your childish tricks will not outdo me." Hela was suddenly knocked off of her feet by Ganglöt as a burst of pure energy rocketed towards her and hit her servant.
Hela's eyes narrowed in hate and she spun round, her incantation flying at the Enchantress and managing to singe her dress. She cursed and aimed a staff at the girl, hissing out a charm and sending it rocketing towards her.
And so the fight between Enchantress and Goddess raged.
A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first Avengers fanfiction and I hope the opening isn't too terrible ^^' now this does contain my own representation of Hela Lokisdottir, NOT the official Marvel version. I started writing this... last year, ahah, but got distracted ^^' the rest of the Avengers will be coming in next chapter!
I hope it isn't too terrible, and feel free to review ^^