The Hel Experience

-Millennia After Ragnarok- Hel's Cave-

In reality, we're all completely insane. Our minds are made to mess with, to react, and to be influenced. Some people are more vulnerable, untrained and weak, for they do not even try to control this uncivilized side of humanity, but others learn to use opportunities and take full advantage of the weak.

These people are called leaders, and I'm sure I was born to be one. From the day I was born to the day I shall- finally- die, I have and always will ache towards my true purpose: being the rightful queen.

But until then I shall remain where I am, chained to a boulder no smaller than myself. Above me hangs the Midgard Serpent, and I could swear seeing a smile on his expressionless face every time he sees me cringe with pain, as the thick drops of acid fall from his fangs. Luckily, I've been building up an immunity to it as time ticks by. Luckily, I'm learning to control myself as much as I had learned to control others. Luckily, he is no longer winning.

Besides Balder, the presence I can feel beside me every day, nobody has visited me for a long time. Eternity is not gladly spent alone, rotting in your sick memories, all while knowing what you've done. Sometimes the dead can still form a sort of comfort, but each time I end up realizing what would have been if Vithar had just killed me. Their presence still feels just as close as before, but I know that if he had just made an end to it, I could finally be with them. Sadly, until he decides the guilt I know he feels deep inside of him has become too much, there will always be a wall between myself and the dead, the only family I've ever had.

Another curious thing about eternity, though, is that it gives you plenty time to think. Besides being scared to death of there never being an end to this torment- for the end of the world has already come and passed- I have done a lot of puzzling lately. You see, after that day there were a lot of dead swarming around me. Most of my former souls left when the Endalok was removed from my possession, but many came in their place.

I've heard stories people could never imagine. Some of them were completely irrelevant to Balder and I, but every now and then schemes and information came through. Over time, I've managed to put together a story, the final draft of my doom, my triumph, and my punishment.

And you, my dear subject, my follower, my weakling, will be the first to hear it. Before I can yell it to the first warrior to enter my cave. Before I can- acid drips in my face and I shiver, biting down on my lip to keep in an angry scream- escape this place and wreak my final, successful revenge.

Authors Note;

Dear readers,

This is the Illusionist here. I would like to remind you that, while you are reading this story, feedback is loved and appreciated! You will always recieve a reply! (:

Thank you,

The Illusionist