[GL] Aurore
Between heaven and earth there is much more than humans can imagine. The gods take advantage of myths to act and rule over everyone without raising suspicion. Immersed in their desires and luxuries they survive amid the misery and bankruptcy of the kingdom of men. Hela is the goddess of the Dead, tired of seeing the living frightened by death and especially withering away in life. She firmly believes that the gods have forgotten their true purpose in the universe. After being betrayed, she was humiliated, imprisoned and sentenced to marry Ina and live with her for a thousand years in exile in the kingdom of darkness. Ina, the holder of the secret of eternal life and the key to paradise, was punished by all the gods after they felt disrespected in the face of the possibility of the finitude of their own powers. The two accepted their intertwined fates and lived together for a thousand years until they realized that they had ambitions to live together for all eternity. When the thousand years finally ended, one of them would be able to return to her life in the Kingdom of the Dead, while the other would remain imprisoned in the realm of darkness as a mere mortal ready to die at any moment. A countdown began with Hela desperately looking for a way to make Ina immortal once more, without any concern if she would be forced to fight or kill whether they were men or gods, no one would disturb her again. Only one thing was certain: Hela would not fail a second time. __________________ Support me and give me a gift! https://www.wishtender.com/moonsside __________________ I don't own the rights to the cover image, it's an image taken from the internet and I couldn't find the author to offer the due credits.
Vanity and ambition intertwine in threads of gold and blood.
A huge gate of flowers and iron was what separated the Valkyries from their fighting destination.
Skuld would lead the group, she had no idea how, but she would do it all the same. No matter what, she would honor her sisters and Freya.
Freya, who already knew what was coming, just smiled, little do these poor girls know that the challenge has already begun.
The roses were full of thorns and the iron was as hot as coals, how could they enter and overcome those borders?!
Strength? Intelligence? Some would use their own methods and others wouldn't... They would use the worst of them: magic.
Heimdall stood just behind the gate and listened to the brief movement outside.
He smiled, a little nastily, but there was still kindness in it, he was nothing more than an old man who would blow a trumpet and finally be able to rest along with Ragnarok.