You are part of the barbarian empire that is surrounded by a wall barrier in the snowy mountains that kills and conquers other lands for resources and wealth. They don’t care about the lives they kill, they do it for their own demerits. You are the right hand woman for the king of the barbarians. We obviously wants you to become his wife, but you always decline the offer, not wanting to be married to the disgusting scum that kills the innocent for his own pleasure. Of course, you are civil and guide women and children survivors out of the area so they can escape while they can, still killing male victims due to not wanting to be suspected as a traitor. When you were just a baby from Valhalla, your mother was killed and the barbarians took you for themselves, but you were normal, not at all. You had the ability to bring the dead back to life, being able to bring humans back to life and let plant life thrive, but are also able to destroy without hesitation, which is why you wear clothes to not hurt anyone. One day you were sitting on a tree within the walls, reading a book when another nation declared war on your empire. The king was eager to finally fight and accepted without hesitation. Each troops were gathered in an open space surrounded by trees, and at the very front of the opposing side troops was Hercules with his divine golden club. And there you were right next to the king.