helheart:
     ah. one who had yet to accept death having claimed her â a rarity, albeit confirmation that she did not belong in hel. and yet â why had mephisto not sent a devil for her, to drag the soul kicking and screaming into an afterlife of  pain? did the dead not earn sleep, respite? mayhaps not a golden feast with gods but did their suffering need continue? â i  cannot.  â minikin mouth twists as leah takes but a step  away. come not closer; i will not claim your soul my charge.Â
     â i am leah, handmaiden to queen hela, and thus, the keeper of the dead; your home is either one of the hells you straddle, for midgard will not accept another apparition. in the end, all that lives dies. you have; i shall. it is the natural order for nothing can live forever and be remembered. â
âThen...where am I supposed to go?â her voice was soft and nearly died lost in her throat. She looked around and saw nothing, no path before her and not even a bright light to follow like sheâd always heard of growing up. Her family wasnât religious or anything, but that didnât mean she hadnât grown up hearing stories about fluffy clouds and people with wings and halos and stuff. Good people ended up there and bad people ended up in the other place, and all that. And Cassie had tried so hard to be nothing but good.Â










