Deaths Little Queen
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Summary: This is a story about Loki's daughter Hela and her realm, the realm of the dead.
The lone warrior never saw the thing that sliced him open and sent his intestines tumbling out of his body onto the ground at his feet. It was already well into the night and the darkness of this particular night seemed altogether darker than normal. The first thing that alerted the warrior to his imminent death was the agony and then the stench of his innards as they tumbled out.
As his life force started to wane and he started to fade, the warrior finally understood what was happening and as his soul left his body, he wished he had paid more attention to things that affected those whose life's were about to end. He supposed now that it was a bit too late to be worrying about such things but he wished now that he had paid attention when he had, had the chance.
He started, as though from a nightmare, that he was falling and for the merest moment he thought he actually was falling as he became it seemed weightless, he opened his eyes but he was unable to see clearly as the vision in them started to fade towards a grey darkness but there wasn't much for him to see anyway.
It was starting to become hard to breath for him and he soon realised that soon his lungs would no longer breath in the clear air of this realm, and a sense of sadness overcame him and while he still cared, he mourned his life that was about to end completely.
As the grey darkness continued he noticed movement around him and for one foolish moment he thought that he was going to be saved but then the face of the one before him came in to view and he realised that there was no one there to save him except the young woman who stood before him now, Hela, the queen of the dead.
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The kingdom of the dead that Hela ruled over was dark and forbidding, and as the young woman strode through its many hallways of the palace where she resided, the dead wandered in and out in what looked like unknown dazes, and for some it was just that but for others it was not. For many, their deaths had had a purpose, unlike their lives had had none.
A shimmering of light ahead of her had signalled that another newly departed soul, was about to enter her kingdom.
It took an unusual length of time to form, unusual indeed, for normally the newly dead did not take long to form in her realm, once they had relinquished their hold onto the bodies, that had anchored their life forces.
As the swirling of the newly formed spirit began to settle, she understood why it had taken so long for its arrival in her realm.
This was someone who had had so much to live for, someone she had not expected to see, for at least another hundred, possibly more, and certainly not in her realm.
Hela had last seen him as she had left his bed the previous night, she smiled to herself briefly as she thought of how most people assumed she could not leave her realm. Odin was not as powerful as everyone thought especially as there was a number of paths and portals of which he had no access to, one of them going straight from her realm to the palace on Asgard.
It was this path that she had used regularly to visit a number of people including her father, her grandmother, the warriors three and the one who now stood before her, in spirit form.
"Well hello lover?"
A/N: Who is the newly dead? Who is Hela's lover?
