Elvira: The Daughter of LokiThe stone walls echoed with the deafening screams of the Prisoners with cell after cell running along the dark corridors,Elvira: The Daughter of Loki3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Screaming out in repentance for their sins,
As a good, obedient little prisoner of hell should.
My elder Sister Hela truly enjoyed seeing them suffer,
A true Mistress of the dark, truly worthy to be the child of the God of Evil.
So unlike me.
Though I was not sure if she desired the same for me, did she want to break me as well, or will she allow me leanence as she did Father many times in the past?
Did she want me to beg for my life and repentance like the other Asgardian souls?
If so, she'll be disappointed.
I do not cry,
I do not repent,
I ask no favor,
I tell no lies.
I simply sit in quiet continplation as the weight of the situation becomes beknownst to me, my long black hair fell over my Forest-Green eyes, eyes that reflect well the eyes of my Father.
The consequences for what I have done will be steep indeed.
But I don't regret it.
For I know within my heart
Elvira: The Daughter of Loki, Chapter 2.When I opened my eyes, I find myself back in New York.Elvira: The Daughter of Loki, Chapter 2.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
" What? " I blinked, looking in disbelief at the city I almost destroyed.
I was on the side walk near the Stark Tower, where hundreds of people surrounded me,
Some looked on in confusion at the girl in tattered rags, others simply did not notice,
As most Midgardians.
" Why did you send me back here, Hela?" I asked myself softly, confused as to why Hela not only spared me of any due punishment, but set me free and released me back into the very place that my sins took place!
I suddenly had the most omnimous suspicion that she was up to something...
I start to look around the loud, vibrant city, New York often left me in awe at how lively it was,
All the amazing, supernatural, and fantastic things that happen here.
Here, is indeed the City where all the Heroes reside.
Many of which I've come to call, Friend.
Though, I've often feared what they'd think if they knew of my parentage.
Though I wish I could be more open and honest about i