The Hel Experience

-Ragnarok- Muspellheim-

The dead left, as I had told them to, at the speed of light, and disappeared almost immediately. When there was nothing left, other than myself and my circus in the winter, I turned my back to the sepia colored countryside and walked through the entrance to my only home.

It felt warmer inside, even though I knew there was no difference. It was dark and bare, but also where I felt safe. Perhaps one of the saddest thoughts to me, was that the circus would be burned along with the rest of the nine realms, nothing more left than ashes and destruction.

I waited, sitting cross legged on the sand of the ring, until the dead returned. My hand hovered over the necklace, but I was still too afraid to touch the charm. Instead, I reached to the back of the chord and slowly loosened it so, when they arrived with the swords clasped tightly in their hands, I could give it to one of them- a tall, brown haired man with bright green eyes and a large wound in his stomach- and tell him to wait an hour before dropping it.

Before leaving, I commanded ten spirits to find the king of Muspellheim and wait for the flames to come. His screams would warn the city, but by then it would be too late, anyways. There would be nothing left of the people of life, just broken ruins of houses and a civilization destroyed.

Then, I had the dead take me. It was a terrifying experience to fly in the clouds of darkness, but when I closed my eyes and screamed loud enough, it was almost like I was lying on the floor of my tent, screaming for help that would never come, and at least that was familiar to me.

We arrived within seconds.

The sound of my heels hitting the Bifrost's golden floor echoed through the room. Behind me, the dead stood completely still, hiding their swords behind their backs- with almost humanlike expressions on their fading faces.

I shook Heimdall's hand, even though he looked at me like I was an animal, about to rip him to pieces. I even managed to smile at him, just before stepping back, watching the door to Asgard open in front of my eyes, and walking away of his screams as my dead sliced his body to pieces.