Inside one of the chambers of the hall of Hela, known as Éljúðnir, Hela, the mistress of the hall, her brother Fenrir, the goddesses Frigga and Freya, and the new and forever king of the Norse Pantheon, Damian Ignatius, were sitting at a round table, sharing a drink.
Hela sat intimately close to her master, looking at him with a gentle, loving expression, like a teenager in love.
"So you guys knew each other already?" Frigga asked, trying her best to ignore the scene in front of her.
After all, in her mind, Hela was a goddess considered by the Norse pantheon to be as dangerous as her two brothers, Fenrir and Jörmungandr.
But to see her acting like this… it was kind of disturbing.
"Yes… Master took pity on me and decided to help me become strong," Hela said.
"Well, I didn't pity her… Hela is probably the most talented goddess I have ever seen, but because she had a problem that made it hard for her to grow her divinity, I gave her a helping hand," Damian said, smiling.
