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Go to Hell.

Yeah, I know. You've heard it before. You've maybe even said it before. But do you know what it means? Really? Most people have forgotten it means you go to me. To Hel, myself and my lands, when you die. Not to Valhalla or Folkvang, but to Niflheim. It's really not so bad, trust me. I'm a good and fair queen, and most who dwell here actually have a fairly pleasant afterlife.

Unless you've been very, very bad. I'll make sure my judgment is just, even if you think it isn't.

Something else you should know about me: it will be my armies of the dead that will come to my father's aid come Ragnarok. They will sail out in Naglfar, my boat made from the finger and toe nails of the deceased. In ancient times, people were very careful to trim the nails of the dead to slow the progress of building the ship. But as I said, too many have forgotten, and the ship's growth has taken on new speed. Regardless of this, and my father's release from the cave, I think we have a little time yet.

Best to make the most of it, don't you think?




I am neither Hel nor Taylor Momsen. This is a role playing journal for deities_dot_com. I am beyond_the_pale