“I could certainly make the effort,” Strange replied, “but that’s never my goal.”
The Goddess of Death was dangerously bewitching, having adopted a stunningly beautiful form that could steal the strongest and most loyal of hearts, but woe to the unlucky one she targeted, as they’d become a helpless thrall dispatched without a second thought when their usefulness was outlived.
With one hand, he conjured a reality-distortion spell that convinced the passersby around them to walk in the opposite direction of their perimeter without knowing the reason why. They’d be none the wiser as a god and a magical mortal faced off.
“I’d much rather see you leave here peacefully,” Stephen added as he formed twin Tao Mandalas, getting into a defensive stance.
“I’m feeling generous today so I’ll give you one warning: Leave this realm NOW, Hela, or this is going to get really awkward really quickly.”·
Ordering her around, certainly not the dynamic Hel was used to, nor allowed. The queen´s grin seemed to curl upwards even more, which was bad, it showed how indulgent the goddess was with the idea of a rough battle. She wasn´t the ruler of the Dead for no reason. That was what she brought, in any realm she stepped in.
“ Well, sorcerer, seems you chose your own demise. ” After those words were spoken, the goddess, the velvet green dress she wore changed completely, into a tight & fierce dark armor. Head covered by a helmet full of horns, which showed the crown of Niflheim, those of the asgardian death rulers.
From her hand, a dark blade as well appeared, generating from her own hand. The sword expelled greenish & poisonous smoke, the whining of those who lost their heads for it could be heard if you listened close enough. Oh Hel wasn´t only showing herself as a warrior, but her deadly power could be now felt from miles. She no longer felt the need to hide the inmense amount of seidr within. Her eyes pierced his, they carrying death & inflicting fear within the beautiful hues.
“ And I´m feeling eager for a battle. ”