CHAPTER 1: The Forgotten One
The skies of Asgard roared with thunder as a female hound — eyes silver like the moon, fur white like snow — gave birth beneath the roots of Yggdrasil.
The gods watched silently. Odin whispered,
"Bless them with fragments of ancient power."
And so, five pups were born — glowing, powerful, divine.
The youngest, unlike his siblings, had pitch-black fur. His eyes... were the color of dying stars. He was curious. Restless. Always running after things others ignored.
One day, while chasing a light spirit near the border of realms, he vanished.
Falling through branches of Yggdrasil…
Falling into Helheim — the cold, dead land.
The King of Hell found the pup lying in ash and shadow.
"A stray beast? Tch. I need soldiers, not strays."
But the dog lived. So, he was trained.
No name. No care. Only pain. Only strength.
The dog learned war, slaughter, obedience. With each battle, his powers evolved:
Lightning Speed
Teleportation
Dark Bite — wounds that never heal
Dark Cut — soul-slicing claw
Eye of Hell — separates soul from body
And he won every war. Became the strongest pet in the 9 realms.
But he had no name. No home. No love.
CHAPTER 2: Fall of the King
Hell was greedy.
The King, drunk on power, marched his undead armies to Asgard. The final war began.
But Odin waited.
Thunder met shadow. Light clashed with decay. The black dog tore through gods and giants alike. But when Odin himself stood, the King fell — crushed by the might of the All-Father.
In the chaos, the dog — exhausted, wounded, betrayed — was flung from the battlefield.
Falling again...
This time, to Midgard — the Earth.
CHAPTER 3: Zarin and the Beast
** the Earth.**
A teenage girl named Zarin ran through the forest, crying. School bullies had broken her bag, humiliated her again.
She stumbled upon a strange sight — a large, full-black dog lying weakly under a tree. Its ribs showed. Its fur was matted. But its eyes still burned faintly red.
Zarin stepped closer.
"Are you… hurt?"
"You're just like me…"
She brought him food. Water. Patched his wounds.
"You don't have a name, do you? Hmm… then I'll call you Helious."
For the first time, the dog heard a voice that cared.
He didn't growl. He didn't bite. He just laid his head in her lap.
Zarin sneaked him home. Her family scolded her, threatened to send the dog away.
But Zarin begged.
"He's mine! He saved me just by being with me…"
Somehow, she kept him.
Helious slept beside her bed. Guarded her. Followed her. Slowly, his scars began to heal.
But he knew…
This peace wouldn't last.
CHAPTER 4: Eye of Hell
The city trembled.
A 128-foot tall monster, looking like a skeleton wrapped in shadow, rose from the riverside. People ran. Police fired. Helicopters circled.
Nothing worked.
Zarin was in school when the tremor hit. She rushed to find safety.
Helious stood on a rooftop. His eyes glowed.
People screamed. But he didn't move.
Until Zarin looked at him from the crowd — frightened… yet trusting.
"Please…"
He leapt.
And in a flash, used his Hell Eye.
A red beam shot from his eye — silent, invisible — and the monster stopped moving.
1 second later… it fell.
Dead.
But no one saw what happened. No one, except Zarin.
And she said nothing.
She just looked at Helious, and whispered:
"You're not just a dog, are you?"
CHAPTER 5: The Gods Are Watching
The wind over Asgard turned cold.
In the golden halls of Valaskjálf, Odin sat on his throne, one eye shut, the other glowing with foresight. Before him, the three Norns — the weavers of fate — whispered urgently over the threads of the cosmos.
"He has awakened…""The Hound of Helheim now walks Midgard.""The one born of snow, raised in ash, named by love."
Odin tightened his grip on Gungnir, his mighty spear.
"So... the nameless beast has found purpose."
He stood.
"And when a beast has purpose, it's no longer a beast... it becomes a threat."
Meanwhile, on Earth…
Zarin sat beside Helious, brushing his thick fur. He had healed quickly. Too quickly.
"You're getting big," she laughed nervously. "Did you always glow when angry?"
Helious tilted his head. A voice — like a whisper in wind — entered her thoughts.
"Danger comes. Stay close. I protect."
Zarin jumped.
"W-what?! Did… did you just talk?!"
Helious blinked slowly. He had never spoken before. Not even in Helheim. But now, with her, it came naturally — like breathing.
"I… understand you," she whispered, stunned. "What are you, Helious?"
That night, Zarin dreamed.
She stood in a frozen wasteland. Nine giant wolves circled a throne of bones. On it sat a corpse-king with a crown of thorns — the King of Helheim.
"He belongs to me."
She awoke screaming.
From the shadows of her window, a black crow with golden eyes flew away — watching, reporting.
Elsewhere, in a dark realm…
The King of Helheim stirred. Half his face was burned from the last war. His armies were in ruin. His kingdom — still recovering.
But his greatest weapon had escaped.
And worse, it now had a name.
"Helious… that girl has infected you.""But a name is not enough to hide you from me."
He raised his hand. A dark portal opened. From it emerged three twisted creatures — part-wolf, part-shadow, with blades for teeth.
"Go to Midgard.""Bring me the girl. And if the dog resists… burn the world."
Back on Earth
Zarin stood at the bus stop, unaware of the shadow creeping behind her.
Helious, still in dog form, growled lowly. The wind changed. The air darkened.
"They come…"
Zarin turned. The world seemed to slow.
Through a rip in the sky, a clawed beast descended — howling like death itself.
To be continued...