"I am Hel." she says, "Knowing that is a large part of what I am." The various gods can put their being into their voices. Hephaestus sounds like forges, for instance. Hel makes an effort not to sound like what she is.

But when she lets it into her voice, as she does on her name, it is metal aged to the point of simply falling apart, and the creeping pressure of so many memories that not even the Cybertronian mind can deal with it, and the last sputter of a spark that simply wore out.