Within the permanently dark and dreary lands of Helheim, there is a single great structure that looms above all.
Inside of a grand mansion with walls high enough to touch the sky and black gates that seemed nigh impenetrable, a woman could be seen lying down in a bedroom.
Half of her body was sinful; with beautifully emphasized curves and tender pale skin.
Her long silver hair was tied in a single braid that draped down her back, and her black eyes were incredibly cold and lifeless.
The other half of her body was not as picturesque.
Instead of beautiful rosy pale flesh, her body was like that of a rotting corpse.
Were it not for this particular proclivity, Hel would no doubt be known as one of the most beautiful goddesses.
However, she did not particularly care about something useless like that.
She just wanted to be the most feared.