Chapter 2:
I was caught between life and death. I try to move, but I can't even open my eyes. Far away I hear shouting and wild applause. Strange voices are heard everywhere. I wonder how much time has passed. I have no idea. Something hard and uncomfortable lies beneath me. Probably it is just a simple stretcher. The scent of the surroundings is filled with the smell of blood, agony, war, gunpowder and pain. "Bring them here. Watch out for death is not to be trifled with! Make sure her shackles are properly fastened!" a dark voice shouted. A recurring wind touches my body from all sides. Quietly I hear a sensual whisper pass through the wind as my eyes open. All I see is a bright light and a large black outline. "Be quiet, don't say anything, don't resist. Otherwise things will get worse! Trust me," she says, and it's as if I'm completely under her spell. I close my eyes again and obey her command. It's as if she can control my mind and my feelings. I hear her voice again, but this time she doesn't speak to me, "Whoever touches her is dead. Do you understand?" Scattered nods of agreement can be heard. I will already see to it that they should kneel before me. No matter who I have to kill for it. Everything comes full circle. Confused by the events of the day, I fall asleep peacefully.
Something shatters loudly. I quickly straighten up and open my eyes. At first I don't see anything clearly, but after a few seconds I recognize my surroundings. I get up from the stretcher I am on and look at the reddish walls of the cell. Looking up, I notice the many video cameras. To demonstrate my point, I point the "fuck you symbol" at the cameras. Enraged by the intrusion, I step closer to the huge glass wall. They really think they can lock me up?! I am not a human but the goddess of death. I quickly try to make one of my blades appear to destroy the glass wall. Nothing happens, no weapon appears. What have they done to me?! Why am I locked up here?
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War of Love
FanfictionThe young princess and goddess of death named Hela was raised as a war and killing machine all her short life. She has never known anything like love. Her older brothers make her life as difficult as possible. They hate her and worse. Yet she is onl...
