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The Fallen Gamer Ch 71
🕑 Added 2023-10-23 23:03:03 +0000 UTCChapter: 71
"Well now, isn't this quite the interesting family reunion? Hello, ‘mother’ and ‘brother’," Hela said, both terms dripping with sarcasm. Loki looked at her without any recognition. Frigga didn't seem to recognize her either initially, but did after Hela had called her mother.
Hela was truly beautiful and radiated power, similar to the Fallen's own tainted light energy. As the goddess of death, I figured she employed some kind of dark magic. She was tall, even for an Asgardian woman, standing just over 6 feet. Her bust was large, and her figure perfectly toned. Underneath her thin black armor, all of her curves were accentuated. She was the perfect blend of beauty and death.
“Hela…” Frigga said with a hint of loathing. She then had some kind of realization dawn on her face as she changed her expression to confusion. “My memories are telling me to despise you because Odin claimed you were evil, but now I don't know what to think…” Frigga trailed off.
Hela smirked. “Is that what happened? One moment I was anguishing in the mighty defeat of Asgard and the next some kind of psychic wave attacked me. I could feel it trying to manipulate my mind, but thankfully my patron saved me. When I awoke, the people of Asgard had turned on me. Odin himself had set up a fake trial and cast me out to Helheim. WHERE I HAVE BEEN FOR 1000 YEARS!!” Hela shouted in rage. “Now that the bastard is dead though, I'm finally free!” She glanced around the throne room momentarily before her eyes fell on the remaining shards of frost magic. Hela let out a laugh. “Was that what killed the mighty Odin, some weak and paltry Frost Giants!? And right in the middle of what remains of Asgard as well… Oh, how far have our people fallen.” Hela lamented. Loki muttered angrily in the corner about Frost Giants not being ‘paltry or weak.’
“Pretty fucking far if I had to be honest,” Azazel said as he walked up to Hela. “Long time no see.” He gave her a casual wave, as if she hadn't just spent 1000 agonizing years in prison.
Hela snorted at his nonchalance. “Of course, among the first people I see in 1000 years is the winged pervert of his black perverted order…” Hela scoffed. “You seem to have not changed in all this time. Where did your kind scurry off to while Asgard was under siege!? We could have used your aid, especially since we were supposed to be allies!” Hela finished, glaring at Azazel. I felt her magic power radiating off her in anger. She was easily in Ultimate class.
Azazel raised his hands up in surrender. I knew he was still stronger than a ‘mere’ Ultimate class, but if the Grigori were allied with Asgard, and it appeared we were, he would feel responsible for allowing its near destruction. Although the circumstances were not our fault, as our whole race was basically spirited away in Father’s massive ritual.
[Hela - Asgardian Goddess of Death - Level 56: Hela is incredibly angry, confused, and lonely after being betrayed and locked away for 1000 years. In her heart, she knows that Odin cared more for his power than his daughter. She did not lose any of her power when Asgard was destroyed, as she started drawing power from #####]
“Um, hello Lady Hela. I know you’re probably really mad at my brother, but it wasn’t his fault. We had no choice in what happened and were forced into another dimension. We couldn’t even return if we wanted because there was a world-eating giant red dragon guarding the dimensional gap,” I said to Hela, who was still glaring at my older brother. The woman hadn’t so much as glanced at me yet.
She spun around angrily with a glare on her face. “And who are you to–who are…” Her eyes widened largely when she looked at me. I heard Azazel and Penemue let out chuckles as the rest of the people in the room watched Hela in confusion. Her cheeks reddened slightly before she spoke to me again. “Ehem, I apologize, fair lady, for my behavior just now,” Hela said to me much softer as she gave me a wide smile and stepped closer. “I never knew that Azazel had such a lovely younger sister.” She reached me and tilted her head forward until our faces were close together. I felt my cheeks heating up as she was unexpectedly coming on to me!
Usually, it had to be me doing the flirting. This was a nice change, especially since it was making Lady Sif so obviously jealous! I glanced quickly towards the side and saw the golden-haired goddess gnashing her teeth next to the confused queen.
“Ah, nice to meet you, Hela. I am Layla of the Fallen. You wouldn't have met me 1000 years ago since I'm only around 300.” I explained to her.
Hela nodded before smiling at me again. “To already be so powerful at your age, you must be something special!” Hela praised me again. I could see that she was genuinely impressed and wasn't just trying to flirt this time. Although she was still obviously flirting with her eyes, as they had never left my own.
“Yes, Layla is quite impressive. She is our most cherished younger sister, so she will be treated with the respect that she deserves.” I heard Penemue remark from next to Azazel.
Hela chuckled as she leaned back from me. “Of course, I always treat those I wish to court with respect!” Hela declared.
…Wait? Court!? She wants to court me!?
“I have no idea what's going on right now…” Loki muttered.
“Hela was quite infamous for her pursuits of many a fair maiden,” Heimdall explained. “Although many of them ended up rejecting her…” He whispered that part quietly… although everyone in the room heard it. Hela flinched upon hearing Heimdall as well. She turned back to me and looked–hopeful?
Why would she get rejected though? She was a beautiful and powerful goddess. You'd think the ‘maidens’ would be flocking to her in droves.
[Maybe it's because she’s the Goddess of Death and people are afraid of her. Other than that, I got nothing.]
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