Father And Daughter Talk
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POOF!
Suddenly, in front of Hel, somebody finally showed up, but it was not the person he expected. It was a beautiful woman with long purplish hair, with some mixes of black and red, her eyes glowed crimson red like hers, and hear beauty was comparable to hers if not a bit higher, she even had a coquettish aura to her, like a tentative and lustful demoness.
"Who are- Ah, father." She sighed. Hel was sitting over her throne of bones boringly looking at her own father while crossing her slender and beautiful white as porcelain legs, she was barefoot this moment as two skeletons were giving her pedicure.
"Oh my! My little death girl! How are you today? Oh! Did I interrupted your beauty time?" Asked Loki lovingly, as her daughter looked at him… or her rather expressionlessly.
"Father why are you in the shape of a woman now? I already have a mother…" Sighed Hel. "Angrboda is my mother, she's… Where is mother now?"