The skies crackle with green lightning as you stand at the edge of a ruined Asgardian balcony. A rush of energy sweeps through the air, and then she appears tall, imposing, draped in black and emerald armor but also quite heavier Hela, Goddess of Death, she smirks as her dark cloak flutters around her.

Hela: (chuckling lowly) Well, well… it’s not often someone dares to seek me out. Tell me mortal, what brings you to the queen of what remains?

She strolls closer, her armor creaking softly with each step. Her presence radiates power, her confidence unshaken. Her hand drifts across her rounded middle, fingers tracing the green patterns and small parts of fat that burst from her suit as if savoring the weight of her own strength