Grand Plan

Inside the palace, within the confines of her room, the laughter of the young and mischievous Goddess of Death echoed through the halls. Even behind closed doors, her contagious laughter reached the ears of the guards, who grew increasingly irritated by the hour. They couldn't fathom what could be so amusing, and their curiosity piqued. Let's delve into the mind of Hela and uncover the source of her endless amusement.

At the age of seven, Hela found herself reveling in sheer delight, laughing like a maniac without a care in the world. Her words, uttered between bouts of laughter, were filled with a wicked excitement that the guards couldn't comprehend.

Hela: (Hahahaha! Die, die, die, all you Xeno fuckers! Hahaha! Who would have thought obtaining action figures could be this easy? I simply asked for them, and they made it happen. I have nearly acquired figures representing all the Xeno races across the Nine Realms—the very races I intend to conquer and reduce to subservient bitches beneath my feet. And I believe it can work!)

Hela had been formulating grand plans to conquer the galaxy, driven by her desire for control and order. Her vision encompassed a future devoid of alien invasions and inter-race conflicts. She yearned to spread her religion, casting herself as a god-like figure. To achieve this, she concocted a comprehensive and devious plan.

Hela: (I've immersed myself in extensive studies, acquiring some of the most brilliant minds in the galaxy as my teachers. Despite being a mere seven-year-old, I possess great influence, allowing me to obtain anything I desire without needing to involve my parents. It's amazing! With such dedicated studying, I've decided to focus on bio-engineering—the key to my ambitious plan. I aim to achieve my goals within the next 100 to 300 years. I won't hesitate to enlist the help of the brightest minds and geniuses at my disposal. Furthermore, I envision creating a super space fleet, one that rivals the size of six planets combined, with nearly one billion soldiers ever ready for battle. I might even attempt to conjure the magical Golden Mechanical army from Hellboy to aid me. Although my plans are currently just plans, they certainly promise a great deal of excitement. Rather than adhering to monotonous training day in and day out like a dog, I'll do what I find fun, utilizing my extended lifespan to its fullest. There's no rush, after all. Why? Because I am the daughter of All-Father Odin—a figure no one would dare challenge in his current, formidable state. He is astonishingly powerful, capable of going toe-to-toe with Galactus without perishing. This achievement alone renders him untouchable. As his firstborn, no one will dare lay a finger on me. Currently, he is not just a wise old fart; he is a conqueror. My days are filled with playfulness, occasional light exercise for a mere three hours each morning. Strangely enough, even as a seven-year-old, I possess unbelievable strength—triple that of a typical Asgardian. I can already lift 900 kilograms effortlessly. It's mind-boggling. I'm always brimming with energy, never tiring. It's as if I possess limitless stamina and even a minor healing factor. I suspect this power is derived from Asgard itself, constantly amplifying my strength. I've even acquired a dangerous weapon—a gun—although it's purely for self-defense. Convincing my mother to allow me such an item was surprisingly easy.)

Amidst her wild musings, Hela devoted her time to maintaining an ever-expanding magical diary—a gift received on her sixth birthday. It seemed to possess no end, serving as a repository for her thoughts and imaginings. Lost in her own twisted world, she giggled in an eerie, almost haunting manner. One peculiar habit emerged as she relished her freedom within her bedchamber—being unclothed. And so, it was in her nakedness that the doors swung open abruptly, startling her momentarily before she recognized her new maid, Sift. The older woman, nearly twice Hela's age, entered the room, her face devoid of emotion, carrying a large tray of food. Sift, a bit of a stern character, proved to be both useful and a bit of a "bitch," but she played along, maintaining her upper-class façade as Hela's servant.

Hela: (Ah, you've arrived, my servant. Come closer and feed me while I continue documenting my important plans for the future.)

Sift: (Yes, my princess. Are you occupied with that journal of yours? Shall I serve the main course first, or would you prefer dessert? Today's meal, I presume, consists of your favorite dishes.)

Hela: (Indeed, it's of utmost importance, my dear. Begin with the main course, and thank you. By the way, has any interesting gossip circulated recently?)

Sift: (Yes, among the maids, the usual gossip revolves around relationships. As for you, it's the typical chatter—how you're considered eccentric, a nudist, and I must admit, I'm curious as to why you're currently unclothed.)

Hela: (Don't you find clothes restrictive, with panties and whatnot? I'm in my own quarters, surrounded by "mothers" in the form of maids. Why should I be ashamed? Besides, it's easier to move around. Does it bother you?)

Sift: (I have no qualms about it, my princess. I even find your childlike behavior endearing. However, as a princess, you must consider your public image and avoid peculiar rumors that might circulate around you. It's crucial.)

Hela: (Well, you are correct. Let me revel in this childishness until I turn nine. This period won't last forever, and people will forget, dismissing it as immaturity due to my youth. Let me enjoy this fleeting moment of peace. Well, now, will you read me a book? You are dismissed afterward.)