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.