Chapter 321: Life to Death

Chapter 321: Life to Death

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13th May 2013, Asgard

(Jasmine Sayre POV)

"Yes, you were my students, but not my apprentices. My purpose was to teach you how to control your powers, but taking Loki as my apprentice would be me teaching him things that I wouldn't really consider teaching anyone else."

Frigga looked hesitantly, "I am not sure if this is wise"

I shrugged, "Your son unlocked a very dangerous power during the fight, one that could lead to him falling into madness. He would make what happened before looking like a picnic. I need to make sure that he's not overwhelmed. If you're very much against the idea, I will not press the issue, but I will ask him for his opinion on the matter either way."

Both of them reluctantly nodded and I continued, "One last thing"

Frigga replied, "Yes?"

"Can you tell me what happened to Hela?"

"She's currently in the dungeons. Your bindings are still working."

I gave her a predatory grin, "I wish to speak to her about something"

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I nodded, "Trust me, Queen of Asgard, I can be very persuasive, and the Goddess of Death will want to hear what I have to say."

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(Hela Odinsdottir POV)

Hela wasn't used to being overpowered. Yet, it has happened exactly five times in her long life. The first time was when the Morrigan defeated her thousands of years ago. She had thought to use Midgard as a base for her glorious conquest of what she had thought to be her future empire. Soon after, she was bound and imprisoned by her father in Nifelheim, but even then, she was still recovering from her fight with the Midgardian witch.

As for the last three moments, they happened mere minutes after she was able to get free from her prison. First at the hand of her younger brother, then she was controlled by that abomination, before again being easily wiped out by that damn Morrigan woman, something that she was begrudgingly glad having happened. Not being in control of herself was just wrong. She never wanted to feel that vulnerable, that weak, again.

Which brought her to her current predicament. She was bound with power nullifying chains and tossed into the dungeons. To be completely truthful, the worst thing was the fact that she was effectively erased from Asgard's history. No one knew who she was. She was supposed to be their future queen, and yet no one remembered her.

The sad thing was that she was glad to be in this dungeon. It was better than Helheim, that's for sure. She was alone then, in an empty world, always weakened and drained. It was horrible, and seeing people alive around her, even if they were sneering at her from outside her cell, was far better than the emptiness that she lived in for thousands of years.

Hela accepted the fact that she wasn't going out of her cell for a very long time, but it was better than before. Odin would soon wake up he was hurt far worse than anything like it during their conquest days and he will probably either banish her to Helheim again or execute her. Not that even he knows if he could kill her. Her connection to Asgard was still there, just very muted. And so, the Goddess of Death chose to enjoy her time in Asgard for whatever time she had left.

"Can't the old man tell you when he gets up?" Hela asked incredulously.

"We don't know if he'll ever wake up, Hela."

"He's survived far worse wounds than a single stab."

The Morrigan gave her a sad look, "My dear, your father wasn't stabbed with an ordinary sword. It was the Necrosword."

Hela gasped. Of course, she had learnt about the Necrosword; she had thought to emulate it in her conjurations by combining her magic into a curse in every one of her blades. It was still nothing compared to the legends of Knull, and his mythical sword that slaughtered thousands of Celestials by himself. She had admired him once, but now, she could only curse him. That blade might take away any chance of her getting her answers."

"So, he really could be innocent, then?" Hela muttered to herself.

The Morrigan must have heard her because she answered, "Yes, he could. Odin can be ruthless, and a control freak, I will admit that. He was a warmonger in his youth, as he always is in every lifetime, and he did have a tendency of banishing his own children to teach them a lesson. But he wouldn't just banish you to a place like Helheim if he had any hope or any love for you. And you were his child, and Odin does love his children. Although, I did have a laugh imagining his reaction when he realized you were his daughter."

Hela growled, "Why did you?"

"Well, you were always Loki's daughter, not Odin's. He must have shat himself when he realized that you were his daughter in this incarnation."

Hela snorted and suppressed a chuckle. That must have been an amusing sight.

The Morrigan continued, "Alright, now, the reason I'm here is to make you an offer. Your brother and his mother have given me their blessing, so don't worry about it too much. I know you Hela, you're a creature of war and battle. And I am planning on fighting a war on a much higher scale than ever seen before. My enemy is stronger than anything you have ever faced before, and even then, his pawn and his lieutenants are no joke. We are fighting a war against the very end itself, against an Endless being, and should you help me and survive the fight, then all your crimes, all your failures will be forgiven. You will be welcomed back to Asgard as a princess."

"Endless? Do you mean"

The woman nodded, and Hela gulped. She was right, this was a fight far above her, and yet even now, she craved combat and conflict. The idea of returning to Asgard as a free woman was enticing but she couldn't help but ask, "Why should I help you?"

The woman gave her a knowing glance, "Because he's the one who took over your will, and stabbed your father in the back."

Hela stiffened. She remembered the feeling of weakness and wanted nothing to do with it. She ignored the pain in her heart when she saw her father being stabbed. In the back of all places, what a dishonorable way of fighting. No matter what happened, she could not let her father's potential death stay unavenged, "I agree."

The Midgardian witch nodded, "Good. What about your father?"

"I'll assume that he was under the Shadows' control until he wakes up. When he does, I will confront him."

The woman nodded, "Don't expect much, Hela. Mind control or not, Odin is still an asshole at the best of times."

Hela stifled a snort at that. Yes, that was an apt way of describing Odin.

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