66 Resurrection

"...Can you do it?" Hela asked as she held the specter of Asta, while Anubis examined the body's condition, noting how desecrated it was, how violent the death had been. "If you can't, I can always—"

"There's no need," Anubis interrupted, rising to his feet before stretching. "In fact, simplifying the story will get the job done, so there's no problem there, it's just..."

"Just what?" she raised her brow, a challenge in her gaze at being interrupted.

'I can just see why she wouldn't want to come back; who would want to risk being torn apart like this again?' he thought, noting the rotting, chewed up body, the decaying flesh and missing organs, the shattered bones and empty eyes.

His gaze returned to the specter, and he could only sympathize with the nightmares she would receive upon regaining the ability to sleep.

"...It's nothing, let's begin."

She huffed before raising her hands, ghostly green flames bursting from her hands, turning her flesh skeletal along with her face.

The story started slow, the small figure of a dark 13 year old boy standing over a corpse the prelude to an epic tale.

"There once was a king, greater than even the sun."

Hela's powers flared from green to gold, a massive amount of divinity being generated before entering the corpse; her eyes widened before she focused back on her task.

"The kingdom beneath his rule was prosperous, and all were happy; however, one day, the king's brother grew wrathful, and jealous."

At his words, Asta's corpse began to float, held aloft by not only Hela's powers, but his words.

"In his jealousy, his brother murdered the king, cutting him to pieces," Asta's body separated into different parts, "placed him into a box," her specter formed above the body, "and floated that box down the river."

All at once, the specter floated into the ruined corpse, gaps of the blue, glowing ghost showing through the rotten flesh.

"However, the king had a queen, and distraught, she searched for him, for her lord who had died. She begged fellow gods to help her, and with great sympathy, they helped guide her to the river."

Suddenly, a burst of golden red energy came from Jörmungandr and was directed into the body of Asta, filling the gaps of the flesh, the missing parts and the broken pieces. Fenrir backed away, keeping Aspen and Anubis's Priestess away from the energy being used, squinting his eyes at the ever brightening inferno of energy.

"It was there she found the remains of her lord, and she sorrowed immensely; however, she did not give up hope, for a child stood before her in that moment and told her, 'Give the lord to me, I shall make him anew.' Desperate, she handed the box to the child, and from there, the boy got to work."

Another burst of divinity came forth from Anubis, golden wrappings forming around where the golden red energy and the flesh met, tying them together and securing the spirit within the body. A 13 year old boy stood no longer before the body, but instead an eight-foot tall man with the head of a jackal and traditional Egyptian wear stood beside her.

"He reassembled and embalmed the body, and at the end, the king lived again to be the ruler of another kingdom."

Golden divinity mixed with golden red chaos, and both sunk into the corpse, binding the soul to the body and the body to the soul; the mark of a serpent on Asta's chest connected to the mark of the serpent on the back of Jörmungandr's neck, tying them together.

Jörmungandr gasped, an influx of memories and emotions that a mere flower could not show flooding into his mind.

Slowly, the energy surrounding Asta calmed down before dispersing as the now perfect and whole body laid itself gently on the floor, taking in gentle breaths as life returned to her. Scars lined where the bandages has pulled her together, and Fenrir blinked in shock that it seemed to have worked.

However, his attention was soon diverted as he saw the string of energy connecting him and Asta snap, and his brother to wobble on his feet.

"Jörmungandr!"

As Jörmungandr closed his eyes, Asta's opened hers, a gasp and a thump resounding in the shocked silence after Fenrir's cry, the two barely missing each other yet again, as they seemed destined to forever do.