Chapter 9
In Hel, the good one's among those who died in combat had thought of themselves as liberated. They no longer needed to worry about the truly horrible of the dishonorable dead. By our modern standards, these weren't dishonorable at all. They were the people who simply didn't die in combat. Some of them were "warriors" in a sense, other than those the Valkyries simply let live. Politicians, activists, those sorts.
They are honored in Hel. Hel actually has a pretty decent society. The goddess of the same name was once queen of the realm. Now she spends a decent bit of her time campaigning for re-election.
Despite no longer being monarchists, they still all lived in a giant castle. Nobody saw anything wrong with that.
The population was now completely fixed. Everyone is immortal while in Hel after death, but now the population could not grow, as a result of Baldr somehow causing Hel to stop taking new dead, to prevent the army of Ragnarok to keep resurrecting itself.
The people of Hel now wanted to protect themselves from any outsiders in order to protect their society.
The castle then received a knock on the door. Their guard troop walked to the door, all carrying weapons from their cultures, katanas, tomahawks, bows, spears, one person had a gun. They saw a god. The god was the familiar Baldr, a beloved god.
"Hello friends, how have you been? I wish to speak with Hel." Baldr said. He was allowed, everyone trusted him. When he got to Hel, he gave her a greeting, she greeted back. "I see you are still elected leader, being that I should not take you away from your people, I shall simply ask for alliance between the dead and the remaining Aesir, who I come here from."
"Any issue?" The half beautiful, living, half rotting dead goddess asked. "In my travels, I've heard of a few things. Things, including people downright saying that your father is still alive."
A spider who hitched a ride on Baldr then thought to himself "I should visit my daughter more often, you know."
