Post 9

In the story of myself becoming who I am. I start off in Giantland with my siblings before willingly going along with some gods and goddesses who were sent by Odin himself. They took me and my siblings, Fenrir and Iormungard, away from Giantland. The place where most of our youth had been well spent. We were taken to a new place known as "Asgaard". This releam was ruled by Odin, the God who called for our presence. When we arrived apparently I didn't get the memo that no other God had been born with bones on the outside of half of their body. Due to this physical asspect the other gods found me appauling to look at. This alone made me generally feel very awkward. They even were awkward around me. This bugged me to the point where I took it up with Oden himself. I went up to him loud and abrupt. I pretty much told him all my troubles and complants. Oden can be a great listener because i swear my mouth ran for centeries but thank the gods that wasn't what actually happened. In the end Oden felt so merciful that he gave me my own releam. This came with responsobilieties only I had to daily attend to. It was and is great. All I had to do in return is care for the souls of people who had died from sickness or old age, and for the souls of any other people whose deaths had not occurred through violence or in battle. I have the ability to judge them. I am able to decide whether their souls are good or evil, and to what exact degree. Then, right after I have made my own assessment, I give each soul its rightful and well deserved reward. Depending upon how they have been judged in my eye, the souls of the dead are sent into one of the nine levels of Helheim, which does rang from what might be seen as a form of "heaven" and then goes all the way down to the dark horrors of Neostrand (Naströnd)

Post 8

To this day, I still am amazed at the aspect of how everything went that faithful day. With Odin making me the ruler of Niflheim, I have specific responsibilities that I must up hold, daily. I would not want the dead wondering around, good or bad, they must be judged by no other than myself. Bow before me mortals! We all know who will be there when you're at your weakest. Me. Come on smile people, we all know I am GREAT company. If only I could just, make some people stay behind with me. I mean, I get that is the whole reason I spoke up to Odin, those gods were very very very cruel towards me. They made me feel like a outcast. They made me feel lonely and distant. They made, what I consider my teenage year, very depression and lonesome, also very pathetic. I guess, in a way, that is exactly what you would and should expect out of teenage years in general. Maybe I over reacted too much.... said nobody ever. Those gods can go to Hel. (Get it? Because you know, that's the name of my realm and my literal name. No? Not funny? Yeah, this is why I let myself be alone and do not grow attached to the souls I judge.) Judging the dead of those who fall to illness and age could be just a hobby, I could write a book about my pitiful young life. Then again, being in my frozen realm, meeting new souls daily. Souls with new stories and tales for me to see, tales for me to hear, take one breath and a new story unravels.

Post 7

I believe the moment Odin gave me my own relem that was the moment you could say I felt the most alive. I mean you could say I was alive before, but this time, I had purpose. Meaning of existence. In a way, I'm glad those a cused judgemental gods and goddesses treated me the way they did. If they hadn't, who knows where I'd be.. Probably the God of Thunder or something lame like that. I enjoy not having to put my life into any sort of distress, let alone danger. I enjoy my relem, the beings that roam it, my duties that I attend to daily. I could never possibly thank Odin himself, a merciful God, enough for the chance at life I have been given. Judging the good and the bad, sending those who are bad and watching the fear in their dead eyes as they're sentenced to the furthest pit of hel its self.. Oh my, what a rush. But I do feel nice and warm inside of my cold bones when I get a good soul. Sending that soul to the form of heaven, the bet place they can be. I could never be in any  better of a job. 

Post 6

Over the past few hours I have been reconnecting with my past. It's been pretty hardcore think. But now that I really think of it, my past isn't THAT bad. The only real thing that bugs me is the fact of how judgemental the gods and goddesses were in Asgard. I do not get it. I mean honestly, they go to lengths to accept my sister, who might I add is practically a wolf, but by hel's name, I show half of my face around that place and its a big deal. They think it was awkward and uncomfortable for them? At least they did not have to leave because of practically mental bullying of their "personal" aspects of beauty. Honestly I'm sorry for not being your idea of beauty fellow Norse gods but remember this. I got my own relem all to my sweet self. So this may be childish of me to do but NA NA NANA NA, ODEN LOVES ME MOREEE! Ehem... That got a little out of hand.. That felt so wrong, yet so wrong. Trust me, I know what that feeling is like. 

Post 5

Odin tends to be associated with war, battle, victory and death, but also wisdom, Shamanism, magic, poetry, prophecy, and the hunt. 

Odin is the ruler of Asgard. The big man you know? He tends to give out his knowledgful wisdom which in my opinion, can be quite the ear full. But he is a merciful God. Which is ironic because he's the main God of war so.. His mercy seems to not align with his standards. Though I have heard he tends to have a little regard towards communal values such as justice, fairness, or respect for law and convention. 

Anyways, Odin has the power to change his appearance. I have never witnessed this myself but I believe it to be true.

His appearance, that I myself have seen, is a tall old man with a long white beard, and he only has one eye. Who am I to judge appearance wise though? I was not the greatest sight in Asgard either, whole reason I left. Man oh man, gotta love judgement. 

4th post

The time before I was ruler of my very own releam.. 

     I remember like it was yesterday, I was briefly relaxing in the Giantland when some gods and goddesses, whose faces i'd recognize in a moments notice but whose names have slipped my mind over time, confronted us. We willingly went along with them, I wasn't as sassy as  am today. Don't laugh I was a GREAT kid. I consider myself a calm, collective child, although over time you can tell I've obviously changed a little. Anyways, they took me and my siblings, Fenrir and Iormungard,away from Giantland. The place where most of our youth had been spent, in a way, it was very sad. But we were taken to a new place known as "Asgaard". This releam was ruled by Odin. When i arrived apparently I didn't get the memo that no one else had bones on the outside of half of their body. It's not like I was born with this or anything. Due to this physical asspect the other gods found me appauling to look at, let alone felt generally awkward around me. This bugged me to the point where I took it up with the big man. That's right Oden himself. I barged in like a minataur, loud and abrupt. I told him all my troubles and complants. Ode can be a great listener ecause i swear mt mouth ran for centeries, thank gods that wasn't what happened. In theend Oden felt so merciful that he gave me my own releam. This came with responsobilieties only I had to worry about. It was and is great. All I had to do in return is care for the souls of people who had died from sickness or old age, and for the souls of any other people whose deaths had not occurred through violence or in battle. As I settled into my new home, the souls of the dead arrived there, it was only I who had the ability to judge them. It was also I who decided whether their souls were good or evil, and to what exact degree. Then, right after I had made my own assessment, I would give each soul its rightful and well deserved reward. Depending upon how they had been judged in my eye, the souls of the dead were settled into one of the nine levels of Helheim, which does ranged from what might be seen as a form of "heaven" and then it goes all the way down to the dark horrors of Neostrand (Naströnd), This place... it is best we not talk about this here but lets just say. You are not treated kindly down there. (:

3rd Post

Today as I roamed around my realm I stumbled upon something very interesting. It seems as though I've been inserted into a game. The game is called "Smite", it's a third-person multiplier online battle arena by a place called Hi-Rez Studios. In this strange game, I am being presented as two different halves of myself, which I found stupid because i am one goddess thanks but i continued reading. There is a light side of me and dark side of me, and apparently they each come with separate personalities. My lighter half is bright, cheery, and heals peoples team mates, while my darker half is a cold, brooding, sadistic, and cruel being that causes only damage to enemies. The two sides of myself occasionally argue with each other. Huh. Sounds like me everyday.

I am also in some type of comic. I believe it is called "marvel", I think it was something like that believe. What i don't get is why Thor is the main character. I mean, I guess he has the "amazing" looks and"mystical hammer" but seriously i am WAY more entertaining. I don't get how his life is any more better than mine, I have a army of the dead for Odens sakes! At least, i'm just one character in this comic instead of two. In this comic though, I am called "Hela" instead of my preferred name which is as you all know, Hel. It is very interesting to read that is for sure.

With my final bit of curiosity i stumbled upon this thing known as a "religion", specifically known as Christianity. Upon further inspection it was not had to see my name referenced in it multiple times. Although there is a extra L added to the end, I believe Hell intertwines with what I am. Oh the irony, the fact that I am the Goddess of the underworld while in this "religion" Hell is the literal underworld. It is like they purposely involved me. Doesn't that just warm a dead heart.