It was night at the grand palace of the Urtgardian Empire, the oldest daughter of the late golden heroine stood looking at the various demon nobles walking around, yet Hel's blue eyes was impassive looking as her arms was crossed under the hell dragon's large and heavy chest, her long purple hair flowing down her mostly exposed shapely tan skinned body, Hel's pointed ears gave a soft twitch at the sounds around her

Hel: "..... Endless squabbles, how exactly does this make us strong? ..... as soon as lord Surt dies in his old age the empire will fall apart with infighting..... Fenrir... Jorm"

Hel let out a deep sigh as she pushed off the wall and started to walk towards the closest balcony, her large skeletal dragon wings flexed before taking her out in the night sky, before long the Storm Princess landed in a clearing away from the stuffy palace, and with a quick movement summoned the massive scythe Blikjandabol to her hand, the wind picking up and rain fell from the sky

Hel: "Don't hide from me..... either you are someone i'm waiting for, or you are wasting the time of the strongest princess of the empire.... my armies excluded"