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Hel.

(Insert vaguely edda-like poetry here).

7'+ a bunch.

Hidden left side.

Passersby may note a resemblance to Svava.

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[namo]

Námo is sprawled across a sofa.

He likes sprawling.

His blue eyes latch onto something new. Something unusual. Something ... not quite alive, not quite dead.

Interesting.

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She looks up and turns her head. Seeking the other thing that resonates to the bit of her that is a god.

Her left side is kept to the wall, but eventually she notices the cat and looks back at it evenly through her only good eye.

[namo]

The tiger tabby stretches once.

Greetings, he sends to her, his voice soft, lyrical. Are you new to this place?

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"Greetings."

Her voice is softly slurred, pulled by the mummified left half,

"Not new, but I have not been here in a long time. I can't always find the door."

[namo]

Doors can be tricky here. They come and go as needed. I am Námo. Would you care to sit with me?

His tail thumps on the cushion next to him.

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She looks at the couch, and its lack of walls, for a few seconds.

But Námo feels right, so she lifts her skirts a bit and moves over to where he is. Her hair falls over her face, hiding the left, and she arranges herself so that the fewest passersby will get a glimpse.

"I am Hel. Thank you."

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He shifts to be closer to her, his tail swaying rhythmicly.

You seem uncomfortable here. Are others unkind to you?

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"I'm not used to living things."

She says after a while,

"Or anything with a brain, really. The dead get really, really stupid in Niflheim, and I can't leave. Except when I come here."

And after another pause,

"And Men are usually afraid of me. I'm very ugly."

[namo]

He looks at her, seeing as much as he can see.

I think you quite fair to look upon.

Námo curls up against her thigh.

I know about the dead, though the dead in my Halls do not become stupid. They become sullen, separate, and they dislike me for being their Keeper. The Men moreso than the Elves since the Elves know they have the right to rebirth. 'Tis a lonely Duty.

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She turns her head, and shows the dead half of her body.



The fingers of her living hand find the itchy spots on the cat-body and scratch gently. One of her brothers is a giant wolf, she's pretty good at scratching.

[namo]

Námo purrs a soft song as he leans into the touch.

Death is not ugly, even in its physical form. I find nothing unbecoming of your physical appearance, Lady. I stand by my declaration that you are beautiful.

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A thirteen yar old Billy wanders by, stops and comes back.

He smiles and waves. He has been trying to make more friends here lately.

"Hello."

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"Hello."

She murmurs, face still half turned away.

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He smiles at her. he has seen things which might even make her blanch in his time, not that he would tell about it., That's part of his other life, as Captain Marvel. But he's a thirteen year old who lives in a world of angels, demons, aliens, gods, and even undead.

"Pardon me for asking, Ma'am, but are you okay? You're looking and sounding kinda quiet."

Billy's voice is quiet. He isnt sure why, except she feels quiet-ish.

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"I'm fine. I don't talk much."

She's the goddess of the unworthy dead. She is a thing to make other gods blanch.

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Billy nods.

"I'm glad you're okay. Sometimes I talk too much."

He shrugs it away.

"I'm Billy. Billy Batson. Are you visiting here or bound, if may ask?"

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"Visiting."

She says quietly, face still averted.

"I am Hel."

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At the words, his face pales slightly. Hell echoes in his mind like a bell that is deep and dark and the memory of being inside a demon, soul split rushes into his mind.

He breathes faster and ahakes his head hard, shoving loose the memories, even as he realizes what she said wasnt what he thought and he gets a confused look on his face.

"You're Hell? I dont understand. It's a place, I thought."

Yeah, Billy? Knows somethings very well, but nothing about most things Norse.

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"I am Hel."

She agrees, and after a pause,

"They re-named Niflheim after me. I come from before it was a place."

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He blinks at her again.

"I dont think I have ever heard of Niflheim. Sorry, Ma'am. And I am not certain but I think the Hell I was talking about was a different one. But... I could be wrong. School and I dont agree too well."

He fishes around for somthing to say. His eyes falls on the straw sticking out of his pocket and he smiles.

"Would you like an Oreo shake?"

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"No, thank you. I don't eat much."

About once a decade or so, and Jason fed her yesterday.

"The place of damned and doomed souls is what Niflheim is. I am its goddess."

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An unimpressed wait-rat approaches. He nods and hands her a red rose and a note. It reads,

A little colour for you while you're here. Sorry about the other night. ~Jason.

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"Thank you."

She tells Ivan, reaching down to hand him a small silver coin.

What? You don't tip your waiters?

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The rat seems to smile, something that looks oddly foreign on his face. Or rather, it would to Jason. Jason gets scowls. But Jason doesn't tip.

Ivanhoe bows and heads back to the kitchens, happily playing with his silver coin.

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"They blame me for Ragnarok, even though I won't start it. The end of the world, caused by the giants who are my mother's people storming the gods because the gods are terrible to them. But the Men, and Elves, and Dwarves blame me, because I will lead the unworthy dead to the battle; guiding them in attempt to keep my family alive. It won't work, but I have to try."

And then she runs her hand over her face,

"So they hate me until they stop knowing what they used to know. And they fear my face. Even when they have become dull and lost all of their minds, they fear my face. It isn't my fault."

The words spill out of her, leaving her looking lost and a bit sad.

"Probably not. I hope that he grants you what you want."