You slowly awakened, finding yourself enveloped in a shroud of darkness, an eerie realm that seemed to swallow all light. As your senses adjusted, a surge of adrenaline propelled you upright, seeking clarity amidst the murky abyss. Memories flooded back in disjointed fragments, piecing together the tale of your valorous end of a hero dying bravely fighting to save an innocent life from the hands of Loki.

In the solemn embrace of that darkness, a chilling laughter pierced the silence, heralding your descent into the realm of Hela, the Queen of Hel, mistress of death. With an almost languid grace, she reclined upon her throne, obsidian tresses cascading over her regal form, clad in a somber green gown that mirrored the shadows around her. As her gaze bore into your soul, a sadistic smile curled upon her lips, a testament to the amusement she derived from your bewildered presence.

"Welcome, mortal," she purred, her voice a velvet whisper that echoed through the void. Rising with an ominous elegance, she approached, each step a silent proclamation of her dominion over life and death sensing your curiosity, hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"You intervened where fate had decreed otherwise, and now, you find yourself ensnared in the threads of destiny's retribution." With a delicate touch, she lifted your chin, her touch cold yet electrifying. "I have witnessed countless mortals meet their end," she remarked, her tone tinged with a strange blend of fascination and disdain.

"But you... you intrigue me. There is a fire within you, a defiance that beckons my immortal soul." Leaning in, her breath caressed your skin, her words a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

"I offer you eternity by my side," she murmured, her gaze piercing through the veil of mortality. "A union forged in the crucible of death, where you shall know no end, and I shall know no equal."