Prologue

A teenage girl stalked through the dead grasses of the Underworld. Ghosts drifted by her and attempted to touch her. She would abruptly throw a small knife out of her pocket making the spirit dissipate. The girl let out a small sigh. She had been left here with her brother. She had only known coldness because of her father and her brother. Her father was the trickster god and fathered a wild beast who was her brother. The gods had tied him to a rock down in the deepest pit of the Underworld. Barely anyone knew about her since her father had discarded her the moment she was born. He discarded her because she was ugly.

The girl covered her face with her hands. "Calm, calm," she muttered to herself.

Suddenly the girl felt a hand on her back. "Who are you?" A man asked.

The girl turned and faced an old man with a golden eye patch. The man flinched in disgust. The girl covered half of her face. "I'm sorry," She mumbled.

"No need to be sorry child. I just don't ever remember your-… face," The man got out.

"I am the daughter of Loki," the girl said quietly.

"Daughter of Loki? I don't remember him having a daughter."

"Probably because he threw me down here after I was born. He said he hated looking at me."

"My dear, I don't think my son would say that."

The girl looked at the man and removed the hands from her face. "Grandfather?"

The man nodded. "My name is Odin. If you wish it I could take you away from here."

Tears started pooling in the girl's face. "You could do that?"

"Of course, you are here for wrong reasons. You can come to Asgard and live with me."

The girl's face lit up with happiness. "Can my brother come?"

A shadow passed over Odin's face. "I am sorry but I can't. Your brother is much too unstable."

"But my brother isn't unstable! He is just… special."

Odin frowned. "I know that you have these feelings but you don't understand-"

"What's not to understand? My brother was put down here just because he wasn't taught to behave! If you just gave him a chance-!"

"Miss I-"

The girl turned away from Odin, away from his kindness. "What my brother is true. You gods don't care about anything except yourselves. You blame your failures on others and expect them to take the blame. You know how I am like this Allfather?" The girl growled turning back to Odin Pointed to her deformed face. "My father wasn't watching me and dropped me into the fireplace. My skin burned off and now the left side of my body is a living corpse. I was going to be beautiful! But because of the arrogance of the gods I am now cursed to stay here, forever rotting in the darkest realm. Forever waiting for someone to care about my brother and I. You may not remember Allfather but we have met. Long ago, I came to your palace. I called you grandfather and you gave me a look of horror and threw me out of your palace. You called me a monster Allfather, though you forget that you are the real monster. Now get out of my realm."

Odin didn't notice how cold the air seemed. Ghosts surrounded the girl, her body glowing with dark energy. Odin backed away as old warriors brandished their weapons. "My daughter I will leave you, but I must ask what you name is, so that I might remember you when I think upon this accursed realm."

"My name is Hel, queen of the Underworld or as others call it Hell."