Hel, Goddess of the Underworld (the_hidden) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-04-11 18:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hades, ~hel |
Your Place Or Mine? [65 A.D.] (Tag: Hades)
"I don't think I should be here."
Hel had heard the argument countless times. People always thought that, dying in battle or not, they should have gone to Valhalla, or at the very least, Folkvangr. In this case, however, it was quite possible the girl was right.
Hel supposed she should have realized this would happen sooner or later. Before her stood the product of a bi-cultural relationship. The girl's father, while originally of Germanic descent, had been employed in the Roman army from the age of 20. By the time his tour of duty was done, he was already approaching middle age. Eventually, he fell in love with and married a much younger woman of a lower class Roman family. Aged as he was by the time the girl, Helga, was born, he died when she was only four years old.
While she had heard her father's stories of his gods and the wondrous world they lived in beyond the Rainbow when she was little, once he had passed on, her mother took her back to live with her own parents, and began to teach her of the gods of her world. As Helga grew to maturity, she had almost forgotten her father's stories and solely worshipped her mother's gods. To say she was surprised after a short but cruel illness to find herself in Hel's domain would be a momentous understatement.
"I see your point," Hel replied to Helga after the woman explained. Yet this was not a decision she could just make on her own. She would need to see Hades, a god whom she had never met, and attempt to reconcile this as speedily as possible for Helga's sake. Rising from her throne, she paused long enough to lay a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. "Wait here. I'll see what I can find out."
It wasn't as if Hades was likely to refuse an additonal subject. Though Hel really knew very little about the Greeks and their Underworld, aside from the fact that it was apparently vast and filled with rivers. In her realm, every person added was one more person to fight for her father when the time came. It meant that while they had to be fair and honest, they each- herself, Freyja, and Odin- had something to gain in the numbers game. She wasn't aware of anything like that being the case in Hades' realm. But would he accept someone not of pure bloodlines? While she had no issue one way or another, she had heard of tales of racism and hypocrisy, though she had no idea if that extended beyond mortal arrogance to the minds of the gods as well.
The Greeks were a confusing mess to the Queen's mind.
Finding her way as best she could on her own through Concept, Hel found herself before the Gates to Hades realm, face to face with a beast that reminded her a great deal of Garm. There was, however, one notable difference...this one had three heads, none of which looked as if they would welcome a stranger to their home.
"Hello?" She called out, pleasantly but loudly. "Is anyone there?"