END OF THE RELACE

Hela was standing at one of Lucifer's bases, preparing for her new life on the rebel side. Standing in front of a mirror, she grabbed a black hood and placed it over her head, letting the fabric cover most of her face. She then grabbed the white skull mask and adjusted it into place.

As she finished getting ready, one of the rebel angels approached and looked at her curiously.

“Why are you hiding your face?” he asked.

Hela paused before answering, adjusting her hood with both hands.

“Because I don’t want to see myself as my enemy.”

The angel didn't answer immediately, but nodded in understanding before leaving. Hela remained silent, staring at her reflection in the mirror for a few more seconds. She wasn't just Hela now, the angel once admired in heaven. She was now the rider of death.

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