2 Interlude Hela
Hela easily murdered the Valkyries. Blood adorned the fields of Nilfheim. Hela, as the Goddess of Death, felt their entrance into Valhalla. Also their new task to show fallen souls the way to Valhalla.
She killed them all.
Except for one.
Brunhild, their commander.
Only she survived.
Despite the fierce struggle.
And then she ran away.
Hela was left alone.
"You've always been special, Hela," she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Well, well, the God of Truth himself. I don't think you can stop me," said Hela.
Forseti looked at her with his eyes. The stars that seemed to twist her soul in all directions. If she was afraid of anyone, it was him. Not her father. Only Forseti. A God that could not be lied to, deceived, or bribed. He was like a mirror. It was impossible to fool the mirror; his golden beard and golden curls were already streaked with gray. There was a silver headband with engraved a crescent on his forehead. Silver robes fluttered in the wind. His left hand was on a staff with a silver crescent.
"I'm getting old, Hela. I have little time left," said Forseti.
Forseti, the only god who looked at her with understanding. Hela wouldn't be sentimental or affectionate or anything like that, but the old god had a special place in her heart. He was the only one she never attacked. She attacked her father. But not Forseti. It was an expression of her respect for him. He was the only one who stayed away from the court despite his position as an adviser. He visited Asgard and left him. And so on. She knew he had a family, but she had no interest in it.
"I thought the gods were eternal" laughed Hela.
"Our essence, yes. But the bodies are only for a moment. And I feel that I have less than 300 or 400 years left. Maybe even less. Maybe a little more. I'm sure I will not live to see another 500 years," Forseti said.
Hela felt it too. And somewhere inside her there was a sadness that she would never see him again. She was the Queen of Hel by birth. There, he will be after his death, and Forseti will go to Valhalla.
"Do you want me to give you some time?" Hela asked.
"It will not be necessary, my child. I see more than Heimdall. They call him All-Knowing, but they are wrong. He cannot see the threads tangling Yggdrasil together. I can see it. And now I see your vengeance. It will be a hard road ahead of you. that revenge always comes with suffering. And don't worry about me, even if our paths separate, you will always be for me that little girl who lay in the Alfheim meadows and stared at the stars in Odin's absence, "Forseti said.
Everyone saw her as Odin's weapon. However, there was once a time when she wasn't like this. Very short, where she was maybe not innocent, maybe not naive, but definitely different, better.
She was staring at the stars, dreaming of a mother she never met. That is why she focused so much on her father and tried at all costs to win his approval. He had taught her war, ruthlessness, and now he punished her for it. Because of Vanir Bitch.
"Don't lecture me. Are you on my side or Odin?" Hela screamed.
"None at all. I can already feel Odin preparing a spell to make Asgard's past becomes a lie," Forseti said.
"He's ashamed of what he have?" Hela snorted.
"Rather, he wants to please his newly married wife," Forseti said.
"That bitch became the Queen of Asgard? What did the Asgardians say?" Hela laughed.
"They were silent and cheered if they wanted to live," said Forseti.
"Typical. Well, I will kill Father and his bitch before new heir will born. My younger half-brother. Blood of Asgard, Jotunheim and Vanaheim," said Hela.
"I can see him," said Forseti.
"You won't see him if I kill him before he leaves this bitch's womb," said Hela.
"Remember what I told you. Revenge leads to tragedy. But if you want it so much, you will get it" in Forseti's hands appeared parchment sealed with a serpent seal.
"What's that?" Hela asked.
"Curse. You'll get what you want, but remember the price," Forseti handed out it to her.
Hela read it.
Jormungand.
It will be the perfect revenge.
"Thank you. You really helped me a lot. I will make sure you get a generous reward when I sit on the throne," said Hela.
"You will pay for it, Hela. Such a curse does not come without a price," Forseti said.
"I will pay any price to gain the throne and kill Odin and his bitch and the brother that my stepmother will bear to me," said Hela.
Forseti's eyes gleamed.
Hela looked at them and could almost taste her victory. Her throne. Her revenge.
She was the rightful Queen of Asgard.
And everyone in front of it will kneel or lose their life.
She could smell blood already.
She was intoxicated with it.
Forseti looked at her.
"You're enjoying the future slaughter, aren't you?" Forseti asked.
"Of course I am. After all, I'm the Goddess of Death, I love it when I feel the blood of the victims on my fingernails," said Hela.
"And yet I still see that Alfheim girl," said Forseti.
"I do not deny it. It makes no sense deny anything to you. But you have to admit that it is only her shadow, echo, old memory. And nothing else. I have grown up," said Hela.
"You grew up, Hela. Odin never told you that. He couldn't. But I'll tell you this. You know I can't lie. I love you," said Forseti.
"So what? Love can't fix me! I'll always be ruthless and wanting slaughter!" Hela shouted.
"It's true. It will never fix you. You will always thirst for blood. But remember my words and that girl from Alfheim," said Forseti.
"Why should I remember this? I will free Jormungand anyway," replied Hela.
"I know you will. I can see it. But I see other things as well. Less bloody. Yet still tragedy due to the curse," said Forseti.
"Will I win?" Hela asked.
"Depends on what you see as a victory," said Forseti.
"Myself on my throne," said Hela.
"So yes. You will sit on the throne. But tragedy will still happen," said Forseti.
"I don't care about it. I will have my throne," said Hela.
"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I know. Goodbye, Hela," Forseti replied and disappeared.
Hela was left alone and began to prepare the ritual.