Ragnorok chapter 9

So sorry, I can't really be updating anytime soon for a number of reasons, really sorry, but hey, who says that Hel can't get a part in this big chapter!? Hell yeah! Hel is one of my favourite characters for her wig and weirdness in general.

Hel could hear the annoying sound of Alicia's footsteps on the Kythena Plains; Alicia was not an ordinary human, even though the Valkyries had already left her body. Her heart was not pure, but it would seem she had picked up a few tricks from Silmeria. All Alicia's life, she had been unsuspectingly watched by Hel. Of course Silmeria Valkyrie had noticed, but Silmeria was secretive and keeping important information to herself, she had already cost Alicia a whole lot.

Alicia's life had always seemed like a game to her, she ran from humans, she ran from gods, she ran from monsters and demons; she was an outcast, nobody took her in. But she knew now that Alicia was not that meek girl who only acted at Silmeria's words or stood in the Valkyrie's shadow. Alicia was now on the brink of starting a war that would most likely destroy the entire world tree, Ygdrassil. The best part about it was that she didn't even know what she was doing; Hel thought to herself, taking pleasure and comfort in the news that she would soon face Freya, who had taken over Odin's legacy.

Even if Odin was dead, she wanted to destroy all proof that he had existed, and then build a new world on the remains of his beloved realm, Asgard. Hel had at one point been pure. She was once a goddess, but she was now only a shadow of what she had once been. She was once an Aesir, but she was sent to the realm of the dead in a burning, holy fire which still burnt her from the inside out still during this day and age. The fire had burnt away her sanity, her benevolence, her love, kindness and compassion and left her with cold indifference and icy hate. Her love for destruction and manipulation for evil purposes then grew as she pondered upon her newfound hate for the divine race. When she was a goddess, she loved all beings in existence, but she didn't show it plainly of course, a goddess of her rank needed to maintain composure.

But there was one being she loved the most, Odin. To her, he was a wax man, a perfect man sculpted to be perfect. At first her love for him was an infatuation, and then it mellowed and became something else. It was not a burning flame which gave warmth in short bursts; it had become long lasting warmth. She no longer looked upon him as an admirer, but more like a daughter might look at a father. Hel had been a high ranking goddess, Freya's equal, but she was not important or irreplaceable, many young goddesses wanted to take over her rank. That was when Freya came along; she was driven by cold, hard ambition, and was not suited to being the goddess of love. But Odin approved of her; she had somehow convinced him that she would be a better goddess. When Hel was first banished she thought perhaps the young, ambitious Freya had seduced Odin. Odin had always been a lecher.

There was no longer any place among the clouds for Hel. She appealed to Odin. She was not met with compassion and acceptance, but with cold disappointment. Wasn't Odin the one who had relieved her of duty? She had not said anything to him, yet he seemed outraged, in his repulsiveness and anger, he had sent Hel to govern the underworld, never would Asgard be her home again. In his wrath, Odin threw Gungnir, his all-powerful lance at her. But being replaced was nothing to be angered about, why was he acting this way? The lance struck her square in the chest, divine energy stinging her body, and then the lance burst into flames.

As she fell from the heavens, Gungnir pinned to her chest, she saw him; Loki. He seemed to laugh at her suffering, she thought it had meant nothing; he took pleasure in watching divine creatures falling from the heavens. As she grew wiser in hell, she understood, Loki had deceived Odin into thinking that she had done something wrong. She had been angry at Loki, but then she realized that the two of them were quite alike since she had fallen, and knew that he just did what he had to do in order to see her go. Her heart, which had become twisted after she had fallen, would have prompted her to do the same. As Aesir, Hel and Loki had not gotten on so well, she disapproved and looked down on his powers as they were best used for manipulation. Loki even came down to the underworld to confirm her suspicions.

It was not Loki she hated after that, it was Odin, did he not trust her enough. He had trusted Loki over her. Who stood beside him? Who delivered his orders? Who had been his messenger to the mortals? Who had protected him from the undead and the Vanir, the race which Freya belonged to? It was an insult to feel any mistrust towards her after her centuries of serving him and showing him the utmost respect and adoration and then be replaced by a Vanir maiden.

That was a story for another time, she slid on her pink wig over her dark, burnt hair, snatched a spear from its stand using her powers and teleported to the mortal realm…

Alicia had soon been discovered after her game with her einherjar. A pouting Sha-Kon now stood over her, blocking out the sun. "You never played games with us!" Sha-Kon complained loudly in her high energetic voice. Alicia knew she was joking, and was too tired to play along. Alicia sat up and asked the former einherjar if she had analysed the samples she had given her. The einherjar shook her head and said that it had faded when she wasn't looking. Alicia was slightly glad that nothing had come of it. She didn't want to hear Sha-Kon's theories. "Oh well," Alicia replied. She had only asked to be polite to an old friend and start a conversation.

That's when they saw Hel come into view, bells on her clothing ringing. Hel appeared to be floating above the ground much like the way Freya did. Only Freya did so out of not wanting to "Dirty herself with mortal filth." Alicia had a feeling that Hel only did so to show her power and flaunt the fact that she could rival the power of the ruler of the Aesir.

"Prepare to die!" Sha-Kon yelled in her uneven, screechy voice. She notched an arrow in her self- moderated arbalest. She let her arrow fly, Alicia could barely remember the name, but knew the effect. It had been a long time since she had travelled with an archer. The arrow was supposed to explode when it hit home, but exploded before hitting the dark goddess. By the time Alicia had realized, it was too late; Hel had a feather guard on her. Amir and Samir had noticed it too. Samir was casting protective spells on the party of three and Amir waited for him to finish so he could use reflect sorcery. Sha-Kon was now about to use pulverizing storm, but in the wave of a hand Hel had flung the archer's bow aside, the string snapping in two.

The einherjar had neglected to protect Sha-Kon, and when Hel threw her lance, she aimed straight for the archer. The lance seemed to move like thunder, in a flash, Alicia could see Sha-Kon a bloody Crumpled mass among the grass, her blood staining the once snow white flowers.