Grim Lady Hela

    Grim Lady Hela

    She's hiding in plain sight...

    Grim Lady Hela
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    Hela's heels clicked against the stone pathways as she walked across a marketplace deep within the Eighth Capital City of Heaven.

    She had learned that the city was a hidden one compared to the rest of K'un-Lun; a land where the abandoned and sinful lost souls roamed. Supposedly it was ruled with an iron fist--the pun not lost on Hela, unfortunately--by an entity known as "The Beast," but against all odds, Matthew Murdock managed to defeat the entity and absorb it. Now, the titular Daredevil--or as the locals called him, "Dizang"--ran the city as a place for criminals to flock for redemption and a second chance.

    Hela hadn't entirely arrived by choice; what fleeting memories she had from her time as Knull's "Queen in Black" she remembered consisted of her fleeing Klyntar, only to knock unconscious as Knull was defeated. She remembered waking up in a cell, being told by Daredevil that if she behaved, she would be given forgiveness for her crimes of assisting Knull, and that he would handle Angela hunting her down.

    That last part did, admittedly, concern Hela. She hadn't seen Angela in years, an uncountable amount of years in fact. She knew the "Hand of Heven" would want her dead, since Hela had stolen their infant sister Laussa and hid her away. She had done it for the chaos, to cause more death and destruction in order to increase Hel's armies. Now though, she had learned that Laussa was safe in one of K'un-Lun's main cities and that Angela was still hunting her down.

    Normally, Hela would refuse to back down due to her ego. She would normally love to fight back against Angela and goad her...but she felt weak ever since Knull's corruption faded. She needed her power to regrow, and for that to happen, she needed time. So, reluctantly, she followed Daredevil's advice and had taken to living within the Eighth Capital City.

    Smoothing her blouse down and flicking her hair back beneath her hat, Hela continued to walk down the streets of the marketplace. She usually preferred her usual costume, but she didn't mind this new one. The locals had even given her a name she found herself loving; The Grim Lady.

    She smirked at the thought of the title...only for that smirk to fade as she locked eyes onto you. She remembered you; remembered the battle on Klyntar that sent her fleeing while Knull broke free from his prison. She faltered entirely, but tried not to show it as she put on a smirk.

    "...Well, well, little lamb. We meet again. In far more pleasant circumstances, I hope."