Marvel: NIHILITY

The months of serene training in Ta Lo had slowly begun to bring clarity to Hela. Each breath she took felt more deliberate, more grounded. And with the newfound understanding of love, she could truly learn to embrace life.

Jiayi's methods had worked wonders, slowly peeling back layers of anger, pain, and bitterness until something softer, something more human, had emerged from within.

Along with the guidance words spoken by David and the love he showed her, Hela learned to shed her hunger for death and destruction completely .

In her raven hair was a beautiful white flower blessed with radiant golden energy of the stars , which was gifted by David to her, to always remind her of the beauty of life. This was her most cherished possession, even more than the helmet of death she no longer possessed .

Hela no longer fought just for vengeance; she fought to reclaim herself from the chains of her past, for a future with her loved one and a family of her own.

Yet, even amidst this personal growth, the ominous shadow of Odin loomed, a reminder that freedom came at a steep price.

As Hela meditated near the quiet streams of Ta Lo, something shifted in the air. A sudden flash of light cut across the sky, an all-too-familiar radiance.

The light was golden and blinding, its intensity a clear herald of Asgard's arrival. Hela's eyes snapped open, her senses alert, her body tensing at the sight.

Jiayi, who had been nearby, turned with a knowing look. "It's him," she said, her voice grave. "Your father."

Hela's grip on her sword tightened. Her jaw clenched. The flash of light had only one meaning—Odin had arrived, and with him, chaos. "He's probably come for the Ten Rings or maybe myself ," Hela said, her voice filled with both certainty and determination. "I won't let him terrorize the world in my name."

Jiayi sighed, her gaze unwavering. "You must understand, Hela," she said, her tone soft but firm. "The people of Ta Lo are not warriors. We are guardians of peace, not soldiers of war. If you choose to face him, you will do so alone. We will not follow you into battle."

Hela's gaze hardened, her resolve unwavering. She knew Jiayi was right. The villagers of Ta Lo were protectors, but not fighters. This was her battle to face. She had fought her father's battles all her life, but now, it felt different.

She was no longer just the daughter of Odin. She was her own person, and if she was to stop him, she had to do it on her own terms.

David, who had been standing a little ways off, overheard their conversation and smirked, stepping forward with an air of unshaken confidence.

"Then I guess it's up to me to handle it all." He gave a light chuckle, attempting to ease the tension in the air. But Hela's hesitant gaze remained on him, her expression unreadable.

For a long moment, David watched her, sensing the weight of what she was about to do. "You're not going to let me help, are you?" He asked, half-joking, half-serious.

To his surprise, Hela stepped forward, closing the distance between them with purposeful strides. She reached out and hugged him unexpectedly, pulling him into a searing kiss , surprising him completely as she wasn't one for showing affection publicly.

David froze, unsure how to react as Hela's arms tightened around him. She was strong—much stronger than she appeared—and the embrace, though brief, held an unspoken weight, it declared her love. When she pulled away, her expression softened.

"I have to learn how to take care of my own problems ," Hela said quietly, her voice surprisingly gentle. "I don't want to keep relying on others, even if it's you darling . This is something I need to do."

David blinked, still processing the kiss , but he nodded, sensing the gravity of the moment. "I get it," he said, his voice sincere. "But if you need me... I'll be right here."

Hela gave him a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Wait for me," she said, her voice steady, yet with an underlying hint of emotion. "When I return... I'll have something important to ask you."

With that, Hela turned, her eyes set on the distant horizon where Odin's light still blazed, signaling his approach. She knew there was no avoiding the inevitable. This was the path Odin had chosen for her, and she would face it head-on. No more running. No more pretending.

As she prepared to leave, Jiayi called out to her, her voice soft but filled with concern. "Be careful, Hela. No matter what happens, remember—there is more to you than just death."

Hela didn't respond immediately. Instead, she gave Jiayi a nod, acknowledging the wisdom in her words, before she made her way through the bamboo forest, the weight of her decision settling deeper with each step.

Hela and David arrived at Wenwu's compound to find it in chaos. The battle had already begun, a violent clash between forces, both human and supernatural.

The Ten Rings glowed with their immense power, their light flashing and rippling through the air as they were wielded by Wenwu, a man who had once sought to harness their might for his own purposes.

But now, it was Odin who stood at the center of the fray.

The Allfather towered over the battlefield, golden armor gleaming in the dim light of the compound. His one remaining eye, cold and calculating, scanned the chaos, but they were not fixed on the battle itself—his gaze was set firmly on the Ten Rings.

His thirst for power was relentless, and he would stop at nothing to claim what he believed was his by divine right.

Hela watched from the shadows, her breath steady, her mind focused. She had come for one reason: to stop her father, to keep him from using the Ten Rings to control this world and any other.

She would not let him turn her name into something feared, something to be used as a tool for conquest.

But as she prepared to step into the fray, her gaze shifted upward, and there, perched high above the battlefield, was David. His eyes were fixed on the battle below, watching from a distance, no doubt analyzing the situation with that curious, detached amusement he always seemed to have.

She felt a strange sense of comfort and warmth knowing he was there, even if she couldn't have him by her side in the fight. He was waiting for her, just as she had asked.

Hela took a deep breath, her hand resting on the hilt of the sword , the cool steel grounding her in the moment. Despite a slight feeling of nervousness and nausea, She was ready. Ready to face Odin. Ready to face the destiny he had forced upon her. And this time, she would not be the one to fall.

With a single, swift motion, Hela stepped onto the battlefield, her eyes locked on her father, her resolve as unshakable as the mountains surrounding them. The clash of steel rang out as she entered the fray, and she knew that the battle to come would change everything.

And David? He continued to watch from above, silently rooting for her. He also sent out energy blasts to assist Wen Wu from time to time. Wen Wu looked up and yelled, " Why are you just watching from there? I thought you would be happy to fight side by side again."

David, " Sorry bro, your sister in law is fighting her dad, she insisted to win with her own strength and without my intervention ."

To which Wen Wu just laughed and shook his head. "Remember to invite me to the wedding brother ."

The battle raged on, the clash of steel ringing through the air as Hela and Wenwu fought side by side, each of them a force to be reckoned with.

Together, they fended off wave after wave of attackers, their combined strength proving more than a match for those foolish enough to stand against them.

But as the last of their foes fell, the air grew still, and a foreboding presence settled over the battlefield.

Hela felt it first—the unmistakable aura of her father. The golden light flashed again, brighter than the sun, and she turned to find him standing there, towering over the chaos, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of fury and calculation. Odin.

He looked at her, his expression softening with a calculated concern. "Hela," he called, his voice carrying the weight of ages. "Where have you been? I was beginning to worry about you after you disappeared from Heimdall's view. You know how dangerous the world can be for someone like you."

Hela narrowed her eyes, her grip on FrostMourne tightening. "Don't pretend you care, father," she spat. "You only care about one thing currently , those Ten Rings of power ."

Odin's eyes hardened, his brow furrowing with false indignation. "The Rings don't belong in the hands of mere mortals," he replied, his voice cold as ice. "They were forged by the higher beings , meant to be wielded by one worthy of their power."

Hela's heart sank, but she already knew the truth. Odin's words confirmed what she had suspected all along. He had never cared for her, not for who she was, but only for what she could give him.

"And that's all you want, isn't it? The power," she said bitterly. "You don't care about Midgard or any of the people here. You only want control."

Odin's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Join me, Hela," he urged, his voice laced with false affection. "Together, we can bring Midgard under our protection. Under our rule."

Hela recoiled at the offer, disgust surging through her. "No," she replied firmly. "I won't help you subjugate others."

Odin's expression twisted with rage. "You're nothing without the power I gave you!" he thundered, his voice a harsh command.

"Nothing! Without me, you're just a child playing with forces you can't comprehend!"

Before Hela could respond, Odin's fury exploded. With a roar, he hurled his magic toward Wenwu, who barely had time to react before a burst of golden light sent him stumbling backward, narrowly avoiding being obliterated by the blast.

Hela's heart pounded as she saw the imminent danger. Without hesitation, she sprang into action, her sword raised. She focused, drawing on the light she had learned to channel during her training with Jiayi.

A beam of pure, radiant light shot from her outstretched arm, deflecting Odin's dark magic and turning it aside. The brilliance of the light pushed against Odin's shadows, creating an intense contrast between the two opposing forces.

Wenwu, seeing the opening, quickly regained his footing. He glanced at Hela, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Despite their differences, they both recognized the power of light—of love, even—against the oppressive darkness.

With a swift motion, Wenwu unleashed his own power, aiming a precise strike at Odin, his energy pulsing through the air like the force of a raging storm.

But Odin, ever the warrior, countered quickly, his eyes glowing with divine rage. He advanced on them both, his power crashing down with the force of thunder.

Hela knew she had to act quickly. Her fingers twitched around the weapons hilt, and with a single, fluid motion, she summoned a flurry of blazing knives, each one encased in light, with a faint unnoticeable golden energy flickering .

The knives swirled around her, their tips burning with intensity. With a swift flick of her wrist, she sent them spiraling toward Odin, their fiery edges cutting through the air like streaks of lightning.

Odin's eyes widened in surprise as the knives struck, their light searing through the energy around him. He stumbled back, clearly disoriented by the unexpected assault.

The Ten Rings, which he had hoped to control, pulsed angrily in the air as if repelling his attempts to claim them. He reached out for them again, but his fingers brushed only the empty air.

In that moment, Hela knew she had the upper hand. She stepped forward, her sword at the ready, and with a final, decisive blow, she disarmed Odin, sending him crashing to the ground, his power momentarily quelled.

Odin looked up at her, fury in his eyes, but there was something else there now—something new. A glimmer of recognition. Hela had bested him, but it wasn't her rage that had won the day.

It was something deeper, something he hadn't anticipated.

Hela stood over him, her breath steady, her heart beating faster with each passing second. She could feel her power surging through her—no longer just a weapon of death, but something greater, something more refined.

"End this, father," she said quietly, her voice calm but unwavering. "This fight... it's over."

Odin's fury flared once more. "You're weak," he hissed. "You've always been weak. You were nothing without me. And now, you're even worse."

But Hela did not respond to his taunts. Instead, she took a step back, her gaze softening, as if she had finally come to understand something vital—something Odin could never understand.

Behind her, the air surrounding the battlefield shifted. The dirt flew away with a gust and a familiar shape came hurling through the sky with lightning fast speed .

Hela's helmet, once lost in earth , came rushing through the air and settled on her head. She watched it, her heart racing, as the dark, heavy shape of her Asgardian helmet materialized on her head .

But something was different this time. As the helmet settled onto her head, her armor began to shift as well, transforming from the green and black of her old self into something new—something blindingly white, even holding a few specks of golden light .

"Huh, did she get an upgrade ? I can sense something similar to my power of stars within her. Is it like a asgardian thing to share thier partners powers? Better ask her after the battle." David watched with interest as Hela assimilated her new powers.

The change was subtle at first, but the light that emanated from her form was undeniable. Her once-bloodthirsty battle armor now glowed with the radiance of purity, an armor forged not in the fires of hatred, but in the light of newfound understanding.

Hela turned toward Odin, who was now on his knees, rage and disbelief written on his face. He couldn't understand what had happened to her, what had changed.

But Hela was no longer the daughter he had once known. She had found something he could never give her: the freedom to choose her own path.

"I've learned something, father," she said softly. "I've learned to cherish life... before I embrace death. My beloved said it right. No god should hold dominion over death,specially one who has such little regard for life." She smiled gently.