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"Ok, then, we'll be leaving! Bye." Loki said, standing next to the exit of the Cancer temple. The rest of the team followed him out the... door. Garm threw Hel a smile before leaving.

Deathmask didn't even try to stop them. He didn't really care; the other Saints would probably take them out anyway. What he was doing now was providing some entertainment for himself. He smirked at Hel, "So, what was that about my mom being too lazy to give me a proper name?"

Hel's expression remained neutral, "I mean that 'Deathmask' is a word, not a name."

Deathmask grinned, "Don't you think it suits me though?" he indicated at the faces hanging from the wall.

Hel shrugged, "Maybe, because when I'm done with you, you're face would defiantly need a mask."

Deathmask's grin disappeared, "What makes you so confident that you can win?"

"There's always the nice fact that I am the Goddess of Niflhem."

"Reincarnated Goddess of Nifl- whatever." He corrected.

"But still a goddess, none the less." She said as she raised her hands and created a black void. Deathmask and Hel got sucked in and when Deathmask was able to see again this is what he saw. It sort if looked like a throne room but the only way to describe it was ...dead. He looked up and saw Hel standing in front of him.

"Welcome to Niflhem." She said, a small smile playing at her lips.

"Are you trying to impress me or something because I have seen worse that this."

"No, I am trying to kill you." Hel stated as the doors behind her opened and a horde of people rushed in. They had pale skin that seemed too small for their bones. Their eyes were completely white, but they were not blind. They attacked no with weapons, for they were ones who had not died in battle and war, but they attacked with wickedly sharp claws.

They swarmed around Deathmask like ants crawling over a kill.

"Shit!" he let out. He hated to admit it but he had underestimated these corpses. One or two, he could handle but every time he took out one; ten more things crawled out of the ground or came from wherever. He had to take them out fast.

"Hades Wave!" he yelled out as he attacked the zombies. All of the walking corpses disintegrated into dust. Deathmask looked around; Hel was nowhere to be found.

"Look, I've beaten all your crummy minions. Why don't you come and fight me one on one." Deathmask called out.

"I have way more soldiers of the dead than that. Just try to imagine every single person that has not died on the battlefield under my command. And in your world of peace, not many actually go down fighting." Hel's voice echoed in the room but the Cancer Saint could not find its source.

"Still not impressed." Deathmask stated lightly.

"Really, but I've been trying so hard to impress you." Hel said sarcastically. "How about this?"

Suddenly Deathmask could feel a rumbling and than, a gust of dry dead sand blew the doors open. Standing at the entrance of the door was a big black dragon.

"Crap."

Hel appeared beside the dragon, "Meet my good friend, the Nithog." (A/N I think that's how you spell it. ')

The Nithog roared. It was obsidian black and its eyes were completely blood red. Its hygiene wasn't as good as the two headed dragons' in the third chapter because the Nithog's teeth seemed to be decaying or something.

Deathmask sneered, "Um... when was the last time that thing took a bath it almost smells as bad as you."

Hel was nonchalant, "But in comparison to you, it's an air freshener."

Deathmask growled, he used to be the best at insulting and putting down people, now this (give you a clue, rhymes with witch) was stealing his title. He attacked the Nithog with Hades' Wave but it seemed to have no effect on the dragon and it bounced off the dragons' scaly hide.

"What the?" Deathmask seemed surprised.

"Surprised? Your puny attacks can't hurt the infamous Nithog." Hel smirked. The dragon snapped at Deathmask and he quickly dodged it, thinking that that was the best the Nithog could do. He remembered reading something like this in The Hobbit. In that book, someone said that the dragon's only weak point is the soft underbelly because that part was not covered in scales.

But he had to get the fat dragon to show his weak spot first.

The dragon interrupted his planning by breathing a biiiiiiig bunch of fire right at Deathmask. The Cancer Saint stepped aside to avoid the flames and he stepped to the side of the dragon's outstretched neck and brought his hand down on it in a move to decapitate the lizard but of course it didn't cut. The only effect was that the dragon swung around and knocked Deathmask off his feet.

He rolled away from the body and knocked the dragon on its jaw with a Hades Wave attack. It didn't do any real damage but the dragon still felt the pain. It reared up with a cry of pain and that's when Deathmask struck.

"HADES WAVE!!!!!!!" The attack pierced the dragon at the place where its heart was. Blood poured all over the ground and the dragon thumped on the ground, creating a earthquake.

"So much for your dragon." Deathmask smirked. Hel appeared in front of him. "All out of minions?"

"As the goddess of Niflhem, I don't 'run out' of underlings, but I have grown bored of your showing off." She replied coldly.

"Showing off? It seems you have done all the showing of today!" Deathmask said in a mocking offended tone.

"I do not show off." Hel responded, "I merely do what I am suppose to."

Deathmask grinned, "So you were suppose to send your zombies and your dragon to their deaths?"

Hel smiled slyly, "Deaths? The dead cannot die again."

Deathmask growled silently, the dragon was still around? After all the effort he used to kill it. Well, his main task was to get rid of this so called goddess. Here goes nothing he thought to himself.

With that, he lunged at Hel, bringing his fist up and backing the punch with his own cosmo. Hel stared and sighed as she took out a paint brush and swiped it in front of her and created a black mark. Deathmask hit the black energy and for a second he saw himself as a black reflection, looking more menacing and evil then before. As soon as he saw it, the image was replaced with blackness once more and he felt himself get hit by his own attack.

The Cancer Saint was blown across the room and into a wall. "Ow."

"Ow is right, little crab." Hel agreed with an air of superior contempt.

"What was that?" Deathmask couldn't help asking.

Hel looked lazily at her paint brush, "The image in the paint? That was you."

"That was not me! I am not so..." he searched for the word and it came out before he could stop it, "...evil."

Hel raised an eyebrow, "Are you not? The Black Mirror shows the darkness of whoever's soul. The part that yearns to be free of whatever goodness you have. So it is a part of you."

Deathmask was speechless (for once). That was him? He never realised that he was that cruel. Yes, he was sometimes mean and seemed psychotic to some people but never evil. Is that how others saw him?

Hel was laughing inside; this torment of the Saint's mind was certainly entertaining. Though how fool never saw himself like that was lost to the goddess.

"Would you like to see your more?"

"No!" was Deathmask's first response but inwardly he asked was that true?

Hel shrugged, "Fine, now back to the battle." She painted an over large replica of a cobra which hissed loudly.

Deathmask sighed, "Another king size reptile? This is getting boring." He prepared another Hades Wave.

Then the snake grew three other heads, "Not boring now... sssss..." The four heads hissed. And it attacked. Deathmask found himself in a competition of speed while the snake... thing... with many heads.... Had the excel of snake speed (you have ΒΌ of a second to move away if a snake decide to take a bite) and Deathmask had the speed of a Saint (think DBZ). The snake's heads were snapping all over the place trying to inject some venom as Deathmask was nimbly dodging the fangs.

But even Saints get tired and Deathmask's 0.000001th of a second break prove not a good idea. The snake's third head snapped at the Saint and he only managed to dodge it. The fang cut into his shoulder.

Deathmask looked at the wound and to his disgust, the Cancer cloth had broken off there and the flesh was a mix of red from the blood and some black and dark purple stuff. Than he felt his body spasm as he was overwhelmed with pain. He saw himself killed by Shiryu. That defeated by Mu and thrown into Hades' realm again by Rhadymantis (spelling??)

Hel watches with satisfaction. She had won and now to finish it. Than Deathmask struggled to get up but not actually succeeding exceptionally well.

"What?" Hel exclaimed. The crab shouldn't be able to resist this well.

"That stuff is past tense; it means nothing to me now." Deathmask growled.

Hel was shocked as she thought of something clever to say back two heads popped out of thin air.

"Skoll, Hati?!" she paused, "How did you get here?"

Hati smiled, "We figured long ago that with our mind powers we can figure out where the little crack you live behind every time is."

Hel scowled, "Smart ass." She muttered. Than she cast a glance to Deathmask who was currently summoning the energy to attack Hel one last time. "Wait, I'm going to finish him." She called to the floating head twins.

"See you, wouldn't want to be you!" Hati piped in happily to Deathmask as Skoll smacked him on the head with a hand that popped out of nowhere.

"HADES WAVE!!!"

"STAR OF THE DAMNED" Hel called out the attack while drawing a star and linking the points together in a circle with her brush. Her voice echoed by itself in a very hollow and creepy way.

The star pushed forward and drew in the energy from Deathmask' attack and grew larger. It stopped for a second in front of the Cancer Saint and for that second Deathmask had the time to remember the 'good times' before the blackness covered him completely and he disappeared.

Hel stared at the spot where the pentagram disappeared and that opened a portal for herself and left.

"Way to go Hel!" Skoll cheered.

"Whatever." was her response. She couldn't help regretting killing the Cancer Saint; she had definitely over estimated him. Wait, how could she regret killing someone? She was evil incarnate, when she looked at herself in the Black Mirror, she had seen herself exactly the same. So how could she be having feelings of pity and regret?

As she followed Skoll and Hati toward the exit of the Cancer temple she firmly decided that she was imagining the feelings.

Somewhere in her mind, the mirror did not show your evil side. It showed the part of you that wanted to be free and show itself. Hel's reflection was that of her but what she had not noticed was that her reflection was not so cold and unfeeling. It was her.

Fenris Wolf of the Ragnarok: O.o

Ayelk: O.o

Fenris Wolf: I did not just write an emo...emo...emotio....

Ayelk: emotional?

Fenris Wolf: yes, emotional chapter. It was not me!

Ayelk: (mutters) denial is a very long river.

Fenris Wolf: (glares as thunder and lightning is seen/heard in the backround) WHAT?

Ayelk: I said... err... It was your twin that wrote it.

Fenris Wolf: That's right!

Ayelk: please review!

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