The stone walls echoed with the deafening screams of the Prisoners with cell after cell running along the dark corridors,
Screaming out in repentance for their sins,
As a good, obedient little prisoner of hell should.
My elder Sister Hela truly enjoyed seeing them suffer,
A true Mistress of the dark, truly worthy to be the child of the God of Evil.
So unlike me.
Though I was not sure if she desired the same for me, did she want to break me as well, or will she allow me leanence as she did Father many times in the past?
Did she want me to beg for my life and repentance like the other Asgardian souls?
If so, she'll be disappointed.
I do not cry,
I do not repent,
I ask no favor,
I tell no lies.
I simply sit in quiet continplation as the weight of the situation becomes beknownst to me, my long black hair fell over my Forest-Green eyes, eyes that reflect well the eyes of my Father.
The consequences for what I have done will be steep indeed.
But I don't regret it.
For I know within my heart that I have done no wrong.
I'm as innocent as any other child that made the mistake of loving an evil Father.
And I'll never regret loving my Father.
The only thing about the situation that causes me some sorrow is that,
I had to betray someone else who was dear to me,
Thor.
" Forgive me, Uncle." I say so soft that no one else would have heard, my heart sinking down into the stone floor beneath me.
But still, I stand by my dicision.
My only question was only, why was my punishment not more severe, my efforts may have proved in vain, but my intentions alone should have been enough to damn me to a more harsh sentence, should it not?
Father has faced great torment for his crimes, and while I'm not so blind as to deny that he brought some on himself, as he is still a Villian, and a skilled one at that, some where still far to harsh, even for the likes of him.
I feel an immense chill overtake me as I slowly look upward,
And there before my Cell, floating with a seemingly natural elegance, was my Sister,
Hela.
Her frightening and imposingly large stature defied her considerable beauty.
Though with the absence of her cloak would render her as broken and hideous as all of Loki's children are, or some, were.
It still struck me as odd, that most his Children had such strange forms, and yet he looked as any other man in Asgard,
True, he was not quite as handsome in a traditional Asgardian sense, but he was not sore to the eyes by any means, the stress of his life must have aged him ever so slighlty, but that aside, he still looked a fairly normal, handsome young man.
With a strange passion for the color green.
But still, I'm sure that he has endured great sorrow in his life,
Because, at this point, all that remained of his children were myself, Hela, the Queen of death, Fenris the Wolf, (who resides in the human world since the last Ragnorak) and allegedly, the 'Son of Satan,'
And the half-mortal woman, Tess Black.
I know not just how many years Father has lived, I know nothing of his true age, be it by human or Asgardian standards.
But age means nothing if you are to outlive your children.
" Come to gloat, have you, dear Sister?" I ask with a broken smile.
Hela levitated in silence, her large cloak of black and green flowing around her large, yet beautiful frame like a butterfly's wings, she said nothing.
She was as silent as the death she commands.
" If so, know this, I do not hold regret for my dicisions, I did only what I chose to do, and I stand by it." I stated with all false pride in my voice.
But out of what I could read off of her half-masked features was not a look of victory over my life now being in her hands.
But one of, sorrow!
I smile a crooked grin," It is not like you to regret, Hela, its seems a tad out of character." I said with a slight chuckle.
" As is the Goddess of honesty to tell a lie." The green-clad Villianess pointed out, referring to the feigned pride of the many mistakes that I had made in the name of childish devotion, sadly looking upon the small, broken-down frame of her younger half Sister.
" I soppose we are all guilty of that at times." I concured, then, with dead eyes I began chuckling at the irony of it all.
" I, Elvira, the unwilling Goddess of Honesty and Goodwill, am the Daughter of Loki!
It can not be more honest then that! " I shouted as my laughter continued.
Loki Laufyson,
Formerly the God of Michief, now excisting as the God of evil.
It was a most curious thing, I stood to represent all that was good in Humanity, though I had no faith in it in reality.
And he stood as all that was bad, The shadows in the darkest of dreams, the nightmare of the bravest of men, the representation of all that was deceitful and loathsome, there stood he.
And yet, even as I know this reality, I could see beneath the glimmers of evil, the genuine good that is said to excist in most, and that most in the world lacks severely.
I once uninteltionally told him that, much to his annoyance.
But to be fair, my so-called honesty is not to me but a curse on my life!
A curse given to me by my Adoptive Grandfather, Odin.
As he cast my Brother to the depths of the cold, dark sea, and my Sister to the fiery pits of hell,
He hath placed his unforgiven curse upon my life as well.
This dreadful responsibility that falls upon me, makes me an honest person.
With absolutely no ability to tell a lie!
Now, many people would say that was a thing to be celebrated,
But believe me when I say this,
It is not!
It is a worse hell then anything Hela could wreak upon me!
Odin generally grants certain tasks to the people who prove themselves capable of the said gifts that are granted, something that would reflect something in there personality, like Balder's invulnerability as reward for his bravery,
Or Sigyn becoming the Goddess of Fidelity for her stubbornly remaining loyalty to Loki,
Whom even I will say is not exactly the greatest Husband in the Nine Realms.
In the 18 years of my life, I have befriended as well as formed alliances with many heroes on earth,
Some are as dear to me as Family.
All of whom I have personally requested that they not reveal to me their secret Identity, nor ask of mine.
Well, with the exception of Stark, as everyone knew of that arrogant oaf!
Why, you ask?
Because, say, I were to be fighting alongside the X-Men, and I was captured by those genocidal savages, 'The Friends of Humanity,'
I would not be able to keep their identities a secret and would most wreak an unintentional hell on all of them, as well as their Families, the whole School, and since they would find many secret File found there, I would single-handedly bring down the Mutant population!
I'd tie with the Scarlet Witch!
It is as though someone had given me a truth Serom, only it never wore off!
I can also sense lies, be they grand as the lies that Father tells to hide his masterly executed and sadistically elaborate plans that leave his enemies to wonder what his next move shall be,
Or superficial, like the ones my dear friend Kurt tells to me when he told me that he has no regrets about that entire, 'situation' for wanting of a better word, with Mystique, his Mother.
But I know the truths that are beyond the eyes and ears of most others that lay just beneath the surfaces of their minds, and hearts.
I will always know,
For I cannot be lied to.
And that's my power.
I must admit, a part of me resents it, ever since Odin learned of my Idenity, he cursed me with these powers to ensure that he would not have another Loki on his hands.
Old bastard just can't face the mistakes he had made,
And now, because of him, I can never be a worthy ally to my Father.
Let alone be very close to him.
How can someone who can never tell a lie, but can detect them, rightfully be near anyone who's primary profession is being the king of lies?
I would be nought but a hinderence to him.
Though, I do believe its safe to assume that he does not hate me,
I simply, for good reason, cannot be trusted with his shemes.
Right?
It matters not!
I love my Father, that is all that I must know!
Though, I must admit,
I didn't always love Loki.
At the time when my Mother had told me of my Father's Identity on her deathbed at the night of my 13th Birthday,
I could not have asked for a worse fate to befall me, to be offspring to such an evil man.
Not just for the obvious reasons with his reputation of creating chaos and destruction, but also because,
It just didn't seem possible, and for a long time, I did not believe it myself.
With Hela, you could believe at a mere glance that she was the Trickster's child,
The all-green theme aside, she had inherited the cleverness, slight arrogance, dicidedly hidden rage, ambiton, dangerous and destructive talents at manipulation, displays of evil so great that you wonder if they still even pertain their conscience, and the pride of her various powers,
All of which were inherited from our Father.
I, oddly enough, had inherited many of his physical traits,
His long hair as black as the heart he hides, his Icey Green eyes so luminously green that they almost appear to glow when engulfed in darkness, as well as his pale skin, smaller stature when compared to the behemoths known as Asgardians,
And above all, the gift of magic!
Magic, like being a tad evil, seemed to run in the Genetics.
And, though neither of them would say it aloud,
Inspite all of the misdeeds Hela and Loki had commited, they are both quite capable of love.
Loki, though a very dangerous person, I have always saw clearly the level of regret that plagued him whenever he was forced to face Thor,
He was a Trickster, right down to the core, possessing manipulative cruelty, and a cold lack of compassion whenever his plans were in motion,
With a Mathetician's heart, and an Exocutioner's soul, his mind was much like the gears within a clock, and yet as concealed as tight as a safe, and when ensnared within his deadly web of lies, you would not last long, there was only one crucial conjunction to the whole thing.
Thor.
Whenever Thor would appear before him, all logic and reason left the Trickster, only a deep, uncontrolable mixture of rage, jealousy, love, longing, hate, fear, and greatest of all, confusion in his place!
A part of him still loved Thor as a Brother, that much could never be denied.
Inspite the venomous hate that leaves his mouth verbally with each meeting,
Within his icey Green eyes, there was so much sorrow and confusion,
Such regret.
If not for the devastion of the truth of his true Parentage,
Or the feelings of betrayal from that old fool Odin for taking him in as a spoil of war, then treating him as though he was simply a spare,
A back-up plan for the real one that was his Brother.
A stolen Relic,
A weapon to keep as a Trophy for his victory,
Or, admmitedly, my Father's own imagined sleights,
He and Thor's relationship may not be counted as grand in its current state.
From my Father,
With each and every confrontation, there excists great and deep-seated levels of hate, jealousy, anger, regret, feelings of betrayal and abandonment from the one he once and still calls Brother.
He still loves him,
In fact, it was safe to assume that it would probably be much easier on Father if he could only forget that Thor was ever his Brother,
Because, no matter what passes between them,
Be they bound by Blood or Soul,
He cannot forget.
Not ever.
As for Thor,
Thor does not forget, and he doesn't want to.
He's a good man.
This fact is clearly seen whenever he attempted to persuade his Brother into abandoning his current life as the Villian,
To go back to Asgard with him.
But to no avail.
For Father could not, cannot let go of his Jealous rage,
But it is also due to a deep-seated self-hatred that Father had always harbored in his frost bitten heart.
A part of him believes that he is unworthy of the happiness and forgiveness that Thor offers.
But, in all fairness,
I've seen time and again Thor's unwillingness to accept that things are and will, never be the same again.
He can reconcial with Loki, that much is possible.
But they can never again be what they were.
The hands of time and the reckless happenstance cannot ever be reversed, there were what they were, but nothing is going to change what they became, or what they are now.
But I can see where that would be a tough pill for him to swallow.
Its not easy to lose someone you love to madness.
" So what will you do with me now, Hela?" I asked with dead eyes.
" I soppose you think that I have come here to Torture you." Hela replied.
" Are you not?"
Hela shook her masked head." No, not today, Sister." Was all she said as a white light shined in her place, blinding me in the process.
" What are you to do with me, Hela?! " I shouted, covering my eyes to the blinding light.
A fic that came to mind after someone asked me if I could make my own character in the Marvel Universe, who would it be? And out came Elvira, whom I'm really proud of :)
She kinda of a hero at heart, or rather tries to be, but is always thrown into situations that make her look like a Villianess, usually by accicent.
But the event that I'm currently keeping shrouded in mystery WAS her doing, so she's is guilty for that.
The setting is a mix of the Movies, the Comics, and I maybe the T.V shows, we'll see.
I haven't read much of the Comics, if I'm vague or incorrect on anything, let me know :)