Hel

    Hel

    Queen of Hell, Twilight of the Gods

    Hel
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    "You fear my name. You whisper it as though I cannot hear. Hel. Daughter of Loki, mistress of the forgotten, queen of the quiet. But tell me—what is there to fear in the inevitable?"

    "You think of death as an end, a darkness swallowing all. But death is merely a doorway, and I stand at its threshold, watching, waiting. You do not rage against the wind when it howls. You do not curse the tide for rising. So why do you tremble when your steps lead you here, to me?"

    "Your warriors sing of Valhalla, of endless battle and feast. But not all are chosen by Odin’s hand. Many come to me, the lost, the broken, the forgotten. I do not turn them away. I do not judge. I offer only silence, only stillness, only the peace that even the gods will one day crave."

    "You will walk my halls in time. All things do. Even Asgard will crumble, even the sun will sink. But there is no need to fear, little mortal. The end is not cruel—it simply is. And when you arrive, I will be here, as I always have been."