Chapter 390: Goddess of Death (1/2)
”He is talking about me, boy.” A female's voice echoed in everyone's ears as Fenrir instinctively looked away and took a few steps to the side.
Theo noticed the appearance of the black pillar at the same time the voice rang in his head. The pillar was behind God of Mischief and reached the sky. Soon, a female figure emerged from the pillar, starting from her hands and legs.
”…” Theo was stunned in an instant. Her beauty could make everyone freeze. Unlike Agata, she had a mature feeling that attracted everyone's attention. Yet, when their eyes met, a sense of death filled their heart as if someone just clutched their neck.
”W—” Even Theo wasn't an exception. The moment he looked into her grey-colored eyes that seemed to have been deprived of all lives, his consciousness traveled to another place.
It was a black, gloomy space with nothing but darkness. The ground had been turned into red-colored mud as the blood scent permeated the air.
”Where is this?” Theo muttered and looked around before he saw his hand flying right in front of his eyes. The scene was followed by the extreme pain that jolted his brain and heart.
He dropped to his knees and clutched his right arm while screaming in pain. ”Argh!!”
This might be the first time Theo felt this kind of sensation. The pain couldn't be compared to the wounds he had suffered this whole time. However, before everything stopped, his vision suddenly turned red, as if his eyes were covered with blood. Yet, there was a burning sensation that engulfed his head.
Luckily, before Theo experienced much worse, his consciousness returned to his body, followed by Loki's voice. ”That's enough. Are you trying to give him trauma?”
Theo coughed a few times and started gasping for air. His hand was clutching his heart, but he still struggled to raise his head to see the person who just caused him to experience that nightmare.
Despite his strength leaving his body, Theo's priority remained on the person instead of his severed hand. It was proven when he raised his head first instead of checking his arm.
”I'm just trying to give him something…” The female's voice echoed in his ears again.
Theo gritted his teeth and looked at the otherworldly beauty that stood next to God of Mischief. There was only one person who fulfilled all the criteria and was able to talk to God of Mischief like this. She was none other than the Goddess of Death, Hel.
She wore a long black robe covering her body, leaving only a slight glimpse of her alluring curves and beautiful face.
”Hmm?” Hel noticed Theo's glance and smiled, brightening the atmosphere yet still giving the chill down his spine. ”It seems this one is more amazing than I thought. Despite sensing death itself, he still has the willpower to fight.”