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Hela, Goddess of Death, isn't one of the Big Five cosmic deities of the Marvel Universe.
Her rank is a bit lower.
But that's only in comparison to those reality-bending creation gods. Among the heroes and villains actually known on Earth, other than the big guy in red and blue underwear worn outside his pants, only Doctor Doom could go toe-to-toe with someone like Hela—someone operating at a full-on Heavenly Father level.
Back when Hela fought beside Odin to conquer the Nine Realms, she was absolutely a top-tier powerhouse.
Because of her divine nature, she governs the reincarnation cycle of Asgardian gods.
Normally, when someone dies, their soul exits the body.
But for Asgardians, their soul lingers in the body until the Goddess of Death comes to collect it and deliver it to its final destination.
That very connection to the cycle of life and death is what lets Hela match Odin's power completely when she's standing on Asgardian soil.
And right now, this same Death Goddess—theoretically the rightful heir to Asgard's throne—is sitting on a crude obsidian throne.
Her surroundings may be barebones, but her queenly aura is still undeniable…
Assuming you could ignore the slightly messy, adorably disheveled hair.
Honestly? Hela might be the most stunning Big Sis-type Dante had ever laid eyes on.
And the "Big" part?
Well, she's seven feet tall.
Who wouldn't love that?
Big Sis is the best.
"I was sealed away for a thousand years… banished from my home!"
"So now... am I just supposed to give up and die?"
"I am the heir to Asgard. I was born to rule the Nine Realms. Now, mortal of Midgard—kneel before your Queen!"
Dante scratched his head.
He was into queens, sure, but not this kind of queen.
"Dear Death Goddess, I'm just a mortal who learned a bit of teleportation magic and accidentally stumbled in here. I'll be leaving now."
"Teleportation magic? What kind of teleportation magic can bypass a dimensional seal?" Hela narrowed her eyes. "If what you say is true… then there's only one explanation."
"What explanation?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. If you can break through a dimensional seal… then you can take me out."
Hela stood up abruptly, and her flawless, god-tier proportions instantly filled Dante's field of view.
Her hands gripped Dante's shoulders with surprising strength.
For the first time, her regal face revealed something close to eagerness—a rare, human expression that made you want to start clapping.
"That's easy for you to say, but… why should I help you?" Dante said, unfazed.
He had no defense against the Big Sis type, sure—but he wasn't an idiot.
He knew exactly who Hela was.
"Do I look like an Asgardian god to you?"
That caught her off guard.
She closed her eyes, focused, then opened them again—this time with a spark of genuine surprise.
"No aura from Asgard... but you really do have an Asgardian physique. Are you a hybrid? Midgardian and Asgardian bloodline?"
"Nope. Just a Midgardian mortal. But let's say I got my hands on an Asgardian body through… a lucky encounter. My physical stats are already above most Asgardians. I'm basically no different from one of your so-called 'gods.'"
"I see."
Hela nodded, catching on instantly.
Made sense. She'd conquered the Nine Realms—she'd seen stranger things.
Unlike her dimwit younger brother, Thor, who would've wasted time trying to dig into every last detail.
Perspective.
Honestly, Odin's talent-scouting record was tragic. Compared to his eldest daughter, that son of his was a walking disappointment.
"So, taking you out of here is doable. But I'm not doing it for free," Dante said, adjusting the teleportation coordinates. "When you return to Asgard and reclaim your throne, I want a formal alliance."
Hela raised an eyebrow. "An alliance?"
"Exactly. You want power, stability, maybe even vengeance. I want access—resources, protection, and certain... strategic freedoms. With you on the throne and me backing you, we both get what we want."
He smiled innocently.
"I'm not asking to rule beside you. I'm asking to stand where it matters, close enough to make things happen, far enough not to get in your way.
There was a brief silence. While he made sure to plug in the coordinates this time.
"Ohhh, I get it now…" Hela said suddenly, her expression shifting as if she'd just cracked a cosmic riddle.
"You want to be the Queen."
"You're clever for a mortal. Very well—terms accepted."
"WHAT?!"
Dante had just finished calibrating the gate when Hela dropped that bombshell.
Before he could so much as blink, Hela moved with godlike speed—and scooped him up.
Princess carry.
She princess carried him into the portal.
And she was seven feet tall, mind you.
Despite the thirty-centimeter height difference, Dante instinctively wrapped his arms around her neck.
Because of course he did.
Oh god.
...
This time, Dante's return coordinates were set to his own room.
He cracked the door open and scanned the area—no one home.
Ada and Harley were still at HQ for combat training, that much he knew.
But what about Loki and the twins?
Gone too?
Did Loki take Magneto's kids out on a field trip?
Actually, with Loki's brains and Dante's "patient and fatherly" guidance, it wasn't likely they'd go cause chaos.
Maybe just some light credit card fraud.
Still, just in case, Dante opened his personal terminal and pinged Ingrid.
"Hey, dear Ingrid, good morning."
"…Captain, you do realize it's a holiday, right? Waking up a lady on her day off should result in you getting your head slammed in a door."
Dante flinched. He didn't even bother admiring the very flattering summer PJs she was wearing in the video call.
He just ended it.
Instantly.
There are entities more terrifying than ghosts in this world.
They're called Morning Grumps™.
Next attempt.
"Hello, Director Fury. Loki probably took Wanda and Pietro out sightseeing. Can you keep an eye on them? Just make sure they don't accidentally nuke a city block."
"Wasn't that your job?"
"True. But I want a break today. And you're old, you don't sleep much, and you don't exactly have a thriving nightlife. So do a little more work."
"You—where are you going, then?"
"Me? I'm going on a date. With a Big Sis."
Unlike his reaction to Ingrid's wrath, Dante was perfectly calm and smug with Fury.
Just before ending the call, he casually tilted the camera to show Hela standing behind him.
And then cut the connection before Fury could even form a comeback.
Click. Terminal off.
Done.
With that handled, Dante turned around.
Hela looked at him with a devil-may-care smile—her natural elegance laced with a faint edge of danger.
"So… you're dating me now, mortal?"
(To be continued.)
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