Hela the eradicator

Location: The Ring of Doom

The Doom slayer looking at his monitor observed the awakening woman from his fortress. Seeing her looked dazed he continued to watch her actions. Seeing such an alien was unique to him. Different yet so similar.

"Release me!" She spat struggling with the restraints bounding her to a table. Using all her power she continued her struggles for an hour before buffing in defeat. On her ankles and wrists was armbands made of an unknown metal.

"Do not be alarmed. We seek no harm," Vega explained through the speakers, releasing Hela. While the restraints were still on her wrists and ankles they released no force.

"Where am I? Has Odin put you up to this? Where are you sorcerer? Speak else I slaughter you," Hela spat as she jolted upward her hands forming silvery blades on her hands. VEGA scanning them was unimpressed. The weapons were just made of mana. They were basically a poor man's argent weapon.

"My blades..." Hela muttered as she examined it. Closing her eyes she furrowed her brows her teeth gnashing.

"Please understand we only seek your cooperation. We have no affiliation with this 'Odin' entity you speak off," VEGA announced.

"Then who are you? Speak!" Hela demanded her blades stretched to the sky as she looked for the source of the voice.

"I am VEGA assistant of the Doom Slayer," VEGA explained.

"The Doom Slayer? VEGA? Just where am..." Hela exasperated before looking through a large window screen. Pausing she looked flabbergasted. Her body frozen, as she looked amazed at the beauty of the earth.

"Midgard... Such beauty... Is this what Heimdall sees every day..." Hela muttered smiling. Touching the window screen she fixated her eyes on the many stars surrounding the earth. Standing there she looked on perplexed for thirty minutes her rage now calming down.

"What sorcery allows you to stay afloat around the earth sorcerer?" Hela questioned her eyes still looking at the earth.

"This is no sorcery, madam. This is but science." VEGA assured as if mocking Hela for her ignorance.

"Science? This is surely sorcery. Science must surely just be another branch of magic. It only makes sense." Hela reasoned.

"I digress. Magic is the application of beliefs, rituals or actions employed in the belief that they can subdue or manipulate natural or supernatural beings and forces. Science is but the truth. It does not require one to be born with the ability to command it. Science is but an understanding of the world. Magic is nothing to what science is capable of," VEGA argued.

"But Magic is able to make the impossible possible. What can your science do?" Hela huffed.

"It allows everyone to know the truth. Magic is but an illusion. It hides behind belief and lies. Science hides to none for it is the understanding of the universe itself," VEGA replied.

"Hmph sounds like magic to me," Hela mused.

The Doom slayer hearing the argument shook his head. Magic and science were one in the same. Magic was a science that was not understood. Ignorance was all it was. Though the only thing he would admit was that some magic was confusing. And it was the power of belief and faith. How could emotions affect the world?

"Enough quarrels, why have you brought me here?" Hela questioned. She had noticed that they hadn't done anything harming besides restraining her.

"We seek your identity and reason for coming to earth. Or from what you call it Midgard. When we found you, you were unconscious with light wounds found on your arms and legs. You were unconscious for nine hours," VEGA explained.

"Hmmm..." Hela hummed as she thought of a response. She was no longer the heir to Asgard's throne and was no longer 'worthy' of stepping foot into it.

'I am no longer Hela princess and heir of Asgard... I no longer have a reason to conquer the nine realms and I have no reason to live on. All my training. Wasted. I lived my whole life to be the queen of Asgard and yet I am cast out when I proved useless. Even my domain was taken away. What purpose is there to kill? I no longer have anything but revenge? It would do nothing. To go against my people would break my mother's heart,' Hela thought her heart aching as she thought of her mother.

"I am Hela an outcast of my people. My purpose here on Midgard? To find a purpose. I no longer live to protect my people..." Hela admitted. With her Domain stripped she no longer could gain power from killing others.

"Then you are welcome to stay though whether you can stay here is up to the man himself," VEGA replied releasing the restraints from her body. VEGA opening the door allowed her to leave.

"If you want to leave you can do so by entering the door to your right. It will transport you to Midgard. Then you can find your purpose there," VEGA pushed.

"If I may be so bold could I stay?" Hela asked.

"N- Perhaps..." VEGA announced.

"Perhaps?" Hela questioned.

"I've received orders from the Doom slayer. If you want to stay here. You must prove your usefulness," VEGA explained.

"Then what must be done?" Hela announced blades coming from her hands as she looked on determined.

"You must clean sector nine," VEGA announced.

"Who must I slaughter?" Hela questioned.

"Bacteria. Your weapons will be supplied. Do not fret," VEGA announced.

"Understood," Hela asserted before being directed to deck nine. Getting there she was confused all she was a storage room of some sort. A worker bot moving forward gave her a long box.

"Here are your weapons," VEGA announced through the bot.

"Is this your body? I expected more," Hela teased. Before being startled from behind another robot behind her.

"I come in many forms Hela. Do not underestimate me," VEGA snapped his metallics hands leaving a cold imprint on her shoulder.

"Before you go could you please give me an understanding of who this Bacteria is?" Hela asked.

"He is an enemy invisible to the common eye. He lurks all around us on all surfaces. He even lurks inside of you. You must efficiently 'clean' the walls and floors else he spread his disease, It power causing even the strongest of men to kneel," VEGA explained before leaving.

"Understood..." Hela muttered shocked before opening the box to find a bo-staff with a strange woollen base formed to be in tendrils. A strange soft absorbent block with many holes and a brush. Next to it all was a container with a strange lid. The odd concoction was Fluro orange, sniffing it, Hela was startled by the strong potent smell of a unique aroma. Reading the back her confusion increased.

"What in the nine realms is Sodium Lauryl Sulfate?"

***

Location: Slytherin Manor

Standing alone by the window Salduron looked on with contemplation. With his hair flowing down he continued to be lost in thought. Standing above in his manor he surrounded his home with tall walls spikes protruding from its top. A gate reinforced with platinum, with wards all around the home stopping anyone from locating and transporting inside his home. His home being stationed on the outskirts of a dark oak forest.

The trio arriving at Slytherin manor were halted by the guards outside. The guards were living armour set by Salduron himself for he trusted no one but his own blood. The living armours made of silvery plated platinum only listened to the commands of the Slytherin bloodline. Thus even if you were a wizard, pureblood or not would be struck down.

"So you've arrived..." Salduron muttered seeing them down below. Walking down he made his way to the common room.

"Cease fire! It is I Salazar Slytherin. I have returned." Salazar announced causing all the armours to return back into position. Entering the home they were met with silent whispers of the cold as the atmosphere around the room felt strange. The house feeling warped and surreal.

"Why have you returned... Gosrick," A voice asked its ethereal chill sending shivers down the spine of Godric and Salazar.

"I came to talk," Gosrick spoke.

"You've done enough already. Leave." Salduron declared the doors pulled open.

"Stop this nonsense Salduron this matter doesn't concern us but our children," Gosrick spoke.

"Hmph stop acting as if it's about our children traitor." Salduron spat.

"Traitor?" Godric muttered confused. His eyes turning to his father squinting. Salazar hearing this turned to face Gosrick as well.

"What does he mean by a traitor?" Godric asked.

"HoHoHo so you haven't told him?" Salduron snickered.

"Must I tell him or will you do the honours?" Salduron asked revealing himself.

"Enough, I came here to speak. Nothing more nothing less," Gosrick noted.

"Your mother was a filthy-," Salduron spat before being silenced by Gosrick.

"Like I said. Enough. I came here to speak as civilized men and yet you have the audacity spit in my face," Gosrick argued.

"Hmph, fine then. We'll speak like civilized men then. I'll be waiting in my common room. You'll know where to find me," Salduron spat making his way up the staircase.

The three making there way halted at the door of the common room.

"This is where you stop and I go forward," Gosrick affirmed.

"But father," Godric muttered.

"My word is final that goes to you as well Salazar," Gosrick continued. Making his way in he locked the door behind him.

Godric and Salazar attempting to use magic to peek in were rudely pushed back.

"Damn..." Godric muttered.

"Bttttttttthhhhhhhhhh... Did you really think you could go through my fathers' ward?" Salazar chuckled his hands slapping his thighs as he burst into laughter.

"Trust me we won't be able to peek in. I've personally tried," Salazar replied.

"And why would you do that?" Godric asked.

"Anyway, my mother must be in the garden let's go see her," Salazar replied making his way to their garden. Though Godric would pause looking around the house amazed by the amount of wealth they brandished.

"I've never been this far..." Godric muttered amazed.

"Well I did always tell you I was richer than you," Salazar gloated.

"Yet your wealth never helped you in our duels," Godric mused.

"Silence..." Salazar replied, his turned to face the other way.

"You cheated," He whispered.

"Hmm? You have something to say or do want to lose again?" Godric taunted.

"Hmph, we'll see. But for now, I must see my mother," Salazar instructed.

"Do we have to though? Your father never liked me, what makes you think your mother will accept my presence?" Godric questioned rolling his eyes.

"Trust me, my mother is... opened minded," Salazar assured.

"Hmph we'll see," Godric scoffed.

Reaching the back garden they were met with a charming woman, her skin fair with her hair tied into a ponytail. With beautiful emerald eyes, she charmed the frozen Godric.

"Oi, don't get any funny ideas..." Salazar warned.

"And what do you mean by that?" Godric smiled teasingly.

"I'll kill you," Salazar hissed.

"My, my is that son of Gosrick?" Salazar's mother asked.

"Indeed madam," Godric replied bowing lightly to the beauty in front of him much to the disdain of Salazar.

"I'm starting to regret bringing you here..." Salazar noted.

"Hello mother I have returned," Salazar announced to his mother before noticing that she seemed strange. Her moves became more ethereal with her eyes becoming darker. Her once lime eyes now emerald. The aura she emitted was also a shade darker. Her eyes also seemed blood-red almost stained. Feeling her hands he paused they were cold.

"Mother your hands..." Salazar muttered.

"I missed you.." She cried. Her hands shaking.

"I'm sorry," Salazar muttered.

"Your father needs to be stopped." She stated.

"Stopped?" Both Salazar and Godric asked confused.

"Your father has sold his soul to Dor-," She voiced before being quickly stabbed in the back. Dark shadowy figures surrounding the two.