Hermes, the messenger of the gods, walked quietly through the corridors of Valhalla, until his ruby-coloured eyes visualised a goddess of Nordic mythology, far from the chaos caused by Ragnarok. She was beautiful, she had the majestic aura of a witch, a sorceress, a fairy, dressed in such a gloomy way and in a somewhat gothic style that made her stand out more than anyone she has seen in her immortality.

He saw her being accompanied by a black crow with an imposing aura, her soft and delicate fingers played the notes of a piano, from time to time her purple nails brushed the keys. The melody he played was beautiful, the crow remained silent next to his mistress, it was a magnificent and pleasant scene for the sight of the messenger god.

After a while of observing such a beautiful being, he decided to approach to talk to him, he wanted to be able to start a conversation with such a beautiful nymph. He approached in a gentlemanly way, maintaining his neat appearance and cynical attitude.

“Hello, beautiful lady. I see you’re enjoying a moment alone, aren’t you interested in seeing Ragnarok?”

He said, with a little nervousness running through his body.