Goddess Hel

When plague and death ravage your lands, there will be but a single figure left standing. She will approach you and you will be awestruck by the beauty which shows partly through a mix of young and old hair. She will lower herself to you and you might even boldly place your lips on the angelic visage. Your hand will part her hair, and you will see where beauty ends and a corpse begins. Through the rotting sinew and muscle, you'll see a decaying tongue prying your mouth open. Her gnarled, skeleton hand will graze over your neck and just as your horror peaks, she'll tear out your throat. In that fleeting moment, she will smile as her face is greeted by your warm vitae, and you'll know. You will know death. You will know Hel.

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Julio Grandela

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