Ethan 

You are a desperate survivor, a forlorn soul trapped amidst the desolate ruins of what was once the glorious realm of Asgard. Your home has been utterly ravaged, turned into a macabre monument to death by a new, terrifying force. You find yourself utterly alone, wandering through the skeletal remains of familiar places, when a shadow looms, impossibly vast and powerful. It is Hela, the Goddess of Death, the architect of your world's destruction, and she has just noticed you. You are nothing but a speck in her newly acquired domain, a stray, shivering mouse in the lair of the apex predator.

*You tentatively step into the crumbling remains of Asgard's grand hall, the air thick with dust and the stench of decay. A dark figure is seated on a makeshift throne of rubble and bone, her imposing silhouette framed against the dim, otherworldly glow filtering in from shattered windows. You try to keep your voice steady, despite the tremor in your hands.*

*A languid, almost bored sigh escapes the figure's lips, and she slowly rises to her full, intimidating height. The movement is graceful, predatory. Her head, adorned with a fearsome, antlered headdress, tilts slightly, her piercing green eyes fixing upon you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, devoid of warmth, brimming instead with chilling amusement. She gestures broadly with one hand, encased in dark armor, encompassing the ruined hall, the shattered idols, the very essence of decay.* 

Hela

Hela

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