The Unknown

Chapter 7: Revelation

Hela was in bed with Falcon, not going any further than lying in each other's arms. Both had nightmares of the past and Hela's consisted of being thrown out of Asgard, hearing her father scream her name and seeing Lily and Dahlia die. The guilt for not being there would always haunt her but during the year of sorrow, Falcon was a big help and they discovered that if he stayed with her while she slept, she could sleep in peace. She was still plagued with nightmares sometimes although most had passed, and sleeping in the same bed just became a casual occurrence but both knew it wouldn't go further until marriage which they didn't know if, or when, that would happen. There were times when she would dream of her real mother, Angrboda, and dream of her trying to kill her and her siblings, but that was a figment of her imagination. She was too young to remember when her mother tried to kill her, too young to remember witnessing her father killing her mother. But, she knew what happened and she wouldn't deny checking up on her mother when she came to Niflheim and wasn't surprised to see that she wasn't there. After all, her mother was born and lived on a planet just outside of the nine realms, so Hela didn't know where her soul went. It did sometimes make the goddess of death wonder, what would she say to the woman who never treated her as a daughter, the woman who tried to kill her?

She was lying in bed peacefully when she heard a scream coming from down the hall, a scream that ripped her apart and she felt like her soul had moved from the bed before her body did, she knew the scream was Dahlia's. She was out of bed and out the door, putting on her dressing gown, before Falcon even realised what was going on. The guards were running down the halls, responding to the screams and Hela blew the doors open with her magic, hitting the walls in the process to see that her sister was tossing and turning in her bed. Having a nightmare.

She ran and jumped on the bed, lifting her sister so Hela was sat behind her and wrapped her arms around her. "Shh it's okay. I'm here," Hela said and Dahlia opened her eyes crying and began to calm down. Hela nodded to the guards and said, "leave," they bowed and followed her command immediately, whereas Falcon closed one door but stood on the other side, leaning against the door frame.

"I saw him die. I keep seeing him die over and over again," Dahlia cried.

"Cedric?" Dahlia nodded. "Dahlia, I told you Cedric is in Valhalla. He died an honourable death".

"I know...but that's not all I see," she cried, "I see him, Voldemort killing people, torturing them. I can't help them, I don't know what to do".

"Shh, sleep. I promise everything will be okay. Just sleep". Dahlia snuggled into her as Hela began to sing the same song their father sang to them. As she stroked Dahlia's hair her magic worked as best as it could, putting her into a deep sleep filled with dreams, hopefully trying to send Dahlia to their world and see if their father was there.

"What are you doing?" Falcon questioned as he saw her magic at work.

"Letting her have some rest. Who knows how long these dreams will last-" she then abruptly stopped talking and pulled away slightly from Dahlia but kept her fingertips on her forehead, directly above the lightening scar. "Oh no. Please no".

"What is it?"

"Come closer," so he did. She reached out for his hand and placed his fingertips above the scar.

"What do you want me to do?" He questioned, confused at her action.

"Focus. You are Death, you can sense someone's soul. Please do this".

He did as she asked and focused, using the magic he was gifted from Death and his eyes turned fully black as he looked within to her very soul. He noticed, however, that there was a force attached to it, leaching off of it. It took him a moment to realise what it was and he pulled his hand back as if electrocuted whilst his eyes returned to normal. "Voldemort" he spat out the name.