Hela’s eyes darkened.
"Fools usually wonder right before they die."
A dozen jagged of her necroblades materialized around her like a halo of black glass. She would launch all of them in a sudden and vicious volley, aiming straight for Caelina's chest.
៹ ࣪˓ 𝓗ELA 𓉸 𝓞DINSDOTTIR ．💀
Caelina looked like she was barely holding back a laugh.
“But I don’t think you can.”
The red-haired woman raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile and took a few steps forward, as if she were about to approach her—only to stop.
“Makes me wonder… are all gods this arrogant?”
𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴
Hela's smirk vanished.
"I am the Goddess of Death, I do not need to take 'another way' as I go wherever I please, now, move aside before I take the soul from your body and send it to my domain of Hel."
៹ ࣪˓ 𝓗ELA 𓉸 𝓞DINSDOTTIR ．💀
She looked to both sides before turning back to Hela.
“Why don’t you take another way? There’s plenty of space.”
𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴
Hela smirked, conjuring another Necrosword.
"No, but you're in my way. Move."
៹ ࣪˓ 𝓗ELA 𓉸 𝓞DINSDOTTIR ．💀
Maneater raised an eyebrow.
“Calm down, darling. I haven't done anything yet, have I?”
𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴
Throwing one of her many Necroswords towards the reader.
