@lordballsac It was never a welcome sight for her, seeing the convoys of War Boys and Imperators rallying for war, the Citadel abuzz with the ruthless baying for blood, inviting more to join in on the coming battle. For the most part, Hela did her best to steer clear, finding shelter in her quarters or hiding away in the gardens. Places where she couldn't hear the crashing and banging and screaming. But today of all days, her presence was demanded to see off the war party with her brothers, overseeing it from the same pedestal that the Immortan would give his own speech of victory and honor won in death, of finding eternal glory in Valhalla. The same drivel that she'd listened to from afar her entire life, the same drivel that she'd tried desperately to ignore was now being broadcasted right before her. Her attention was drawn from the Immortan as she felt a presence join their twisted family, one she was all too familiar with. Scrotus was by far the most bloodthirsty of the lot, and part of her was glad that his prowess in battle meant that he spent far less time here than in years past.
