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IM/DC Bonus Chapter 03
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 20:23:04 +0000 UTCI teleported to the prison planet Odin sent Hela to. In this universe, she was less evil but her stepmother Freya didn’t want any of Frigg’s children around so he sent her away. She agreed to it because she still trusted her father, thousands of years of being stuck on the planet with nothing to do most likely changed that opinion. Hela was completely nude, the singular set she was sent with most likely disintegrated from age as did everything else she went with.
Hela, the goddess of death, and Odin’s general didn’t look insane, just extremely bored. She kicked a patch of dirt with her bare feet as she tried to make a dirt mountain just to pass the time. I call out to her. “Hey there Hela. How’s it going?” She didn’t even turn in my direction, her boredom was so strong it dulled her other senses. Without anything else around she would have quit looking at the sound hallucinations thousands of years ago.
I call out again as I start moving towards her. “Hey Hela, how’s it going? You want to talk for a bit?” She finally looks up and stares for a minute, most likely testing to see if I would vanish like all the other times she thought someone had arrived to take her away. When she realizes I’m real she dons a set of armor and brings two swords out of nowhere. As threatening as she is, I was just upset I was wrong about her clothing.
Muttering to myself. “Of course, she has a weapon dimension. I should have thought of that.” Gods weren’t omnipotent, even the One Above All and The Presence could disagree with each other. If they were infallible then they would agree on absolutely everything. She made her way slowly over to me. All gods were built differently and my powers amplified each other tremendously.
I could think faster than them but also use the speed force and slow them down. It meant unless they used their divinity to shield them from the slowing, sped their brain up to mine, and also sped their body up they couldn’t compete with me on speed. Even then they’d have to be tangentially related to speed like Hermes or Hermod.
I could think about what I wanted to do to her as she approached me at a snail's pace. I wanted to talk to her, even as a god of death she didn’t deserve this punishment Odin placed on her head just because he got sick of his first wife. He threw her away for no reason, not only that but she was his flesh and blood. She followed his orders unquestioningly, even when she knew they were wrong because she trusted her father that much and he took that trust and shit all over it.
I didn’t want to fight so I wouldn’t. Teleporting a mile away I waited for her to notice me again and kept teleporting until she had finally calmed down. I pulled two chairs out of my storage and set them down across from each other. She acted like she was ready to talk but after getting closer she tried to sneak attack me. Teleporting away I set the chairs further away this time so she knew she would never be able to catch me before I got away.
As she sat down I waited for her to get used to the soft feeling of the chair. On a barren planet like this, there wasn’t much in the way of creature comforts to help ease the time. Even just sitting on something comfortable was probably sending pleasure senses right to her brain that she hadn’t felt for millennia. She let out an unwanted grunt of pleasure as she finally remembered I was sitting across from her watching her butt try to hump the chair.
I just come right out and ask. “You’re father, how do you feel about him?” Half expecting her to jump out of the chair and charge me she doesn’t. Instead, she leans forward placing her elbows on her knees as she coldly stares at me. “Hatred doesn’t describe what I feel for my father. When I get out of here I’ll spend the rest of my life hunting him down and destroying everything he loves. That is all he deserves.”
Killing a god like Zeus wouldn’t do anything except set off Raganarok. I didn’t want that to happen until I had another Eden-like dimension I could move the other gods to so they didn’t die. I ask. “What would it take to delay your plans… Let’s say, five years.” I could probably do it in six months but I was done working hard and only wanted to work on my separate god dimension when I had the free time.
She sneered at me as she answered. “Only his suffering would stop me from hunting him down and taking his head.” With no fanfare, I pulled out his arm. “Well, right now he’s missing an arm, an eye, and most of his teeth so I can say for sure he’ll be in pain for a few months until he recovers.” I pull out his magical eye and toss his teeth on the ground as well. The eye was one of the most advanced pieces of scrying magic I had ever seen before and could even spy across dimensions.
I had one of Zeus’s legs, several chunks of his scalp with the hair still attached, and the living magical thunderbolt he used as a weapon. He could conjure lightning himself but his strongest attacks all came from the living lightning elemental a titan gave him. Both were cool but not so amazing I’d have gone out of my way to steal them from the gods. It was just a nice little bonus to get more magical equipment mixed with divinity for me to study.
She abandoned attacking me and ran over to her father's arm as she began to frantically eat it. Eating it down to the bone I could feel her divinity grow slightly as she absorbed the spare divinity left in the arm by her father. I didn’t know what happened but in a separate dimension, Odin’s calm expression began to shift as he felt the divine power that was slowly restoring his hand fail. Slowly his separated arm would wither as his body regrew the arm, his divinity trying to get him back to his original form but with the consumption from another god, he would never regrow it back, only the sacrifice of divinity by a god of magic could do it now.
She sat back down with blood drenching most of the way down her front. I cast a cleansing spell to clean off the blood and millennia-old dust from her body. Now that she wasn’t behaving as a rabid dog she could sense the difference in our strength. She was stronger than her father, but not by much. An outright fight between the two could go in either of their ways depending on the smallest advantages or a single mistake either one of them made. That was no longer the case. She stared at me as her body felt something she never had before. “Fight me, if you defeat me I’ll wait to end my father.”
I teleport behind her and slam her into the floor. Before her body recovered I teleported into the ground I hammered her into before double-hand slamming her even deeper and deeper again. Five strikes against her before she could recover as I felt her divinity falter and her spine start to fracture. I disliked going all out but with Hela, I felt it completely necessary as a single mistake in our fight could have had me fleeing to recover. Her swords were coated with death divinity, if I was scratched by them I would have needed to use my divinity to fight off the corrupting divinity in my body.
She crawled her way out of the hole as I picked her up and placed her on the new chair I brought out after obliterating the other one underneath her. She couldn’t use her legs anymore and it would take her years of recovering before she could. I began to use my own divinity to heal her. It was expensive but not something that would be impossible for me to fix, making things was always harder than destroying them, and that went with divinity as well.
She recovered enough to know how strong I was but that feeling she had never felt in her long life came back in full. She didn’t know that she was feeling aroused at the prospect of finding a compatible mate. As I kissed her the feelings started to matter less and less as she just rolled with what was happening. It took five sentences from me for Hela to agree to not attack her father and for her to want to have my children.
