Primogenitor in Marvel

Chapter 211

Chapter 211

"Then I suppose you want me to allow you to use the Bifrost to return to Asgard," Damian said, nodding, not finding Hela's resentment strange.

"That's right, I want you to let me and my army march to Asgard when I'm ready," Hela said, looking intensely into Damian's eyes.

"I'm afraid that's a bit complicated. You see... my daughter is in a relationship with your brother, so I can't grant what you're asking," Damian said carefully, not wanting Hela to explode.

As Damian expected, Hela's expression immediately grew impatient.

"Furthermore, in Asgard, nobody knows you. Odin erased all traces of your existence. Nobody is expecting your return. You'll only be an invader, a stranger. Is that what you want?" Damian said, locking eyes with Hela, whose gaze constantly shifted between madness and sanity.

Hela's armrests were crushed as a funereal aura emanated from her, causing the plants and earth around her to quickly wither and decay, leaving only a black wasteland.

Hela didn't doubt Damian's words; there was no reason for someone like him to lie to her.

All the blood of her men, all the lives she had taken, the difficult decisions and suffering she had endured, was it all for nothing? Couldn't she even gain recognition?

She never thought her father could be so cruel to her.

What did she do wrong? Didn't she always do what he taught her?

The resentment in her eyes was so intense that even Damian felt a chill down his spine. He quickly got up from his seat and backed away several meters with Sassy.

The aura of death continued to expand, snuffing out the life of anything in its path.

As if deep hatred and resentment had resonated with something, the Bifrost suddenly opened in the sky as a large mass of black energy surged toward Hela.

Damian watched this with a stunned expression, swearing he would never leave his house again; only bad things happened.

When the mass of energy merged with Hela, it enveloped her completely before the death energy began to spread at high speeds.

Damian reacted quickly and created a containment dome, but the energy quickly climbed up the walls before filling the entire dome. He couldn't help but be surprised by the strength of the energy; he really had to exert himself to contain it.

As the dome filled up, the death energy soon began to push, trying to break the restraint. Several minutes passed as Damian struggled, and slowly, the energy lost its strength and began to diminish.

Soon, the energy dissipated, and he could finally see Hela. Then he realized that the energy hadn't dispersed but had been absorbed by her.

Hela's appearance had completely changed.

Before, she wore a simple all-black combat suit, but now, this combat suit had green decorations flowing in line throughout.

The lines glowed watery as if liquid ran through them.

On her head, her iconic spiked helmet pointed toward the sky.

Hela opened her eyes with a sigh before looking up at the sky and seeing Damian looking at her.

"Do you have sudden thoughts of killing me?" Damian joked as he landed a few meters away from her.

"I had them before this happened," Hela mocked before looking around.

"At least you can joke," Damian said, smiling slightly as he nodded.

Hela only looked at him with dead eyes. She finally decided not to tell him that she wasn't actually joking; after all, she still needed his help.

''Do you want to fight again?" asked Hela, looking at Damian with a slight smile, her powers had never felt so much her own.

"Are you sure? Despite regaining your strength, I don't think you can defeat me," Damian said, smiling confidently.

"Besides, shouldn't you focus on the 'why'?" Damian said before Hela could conjure a sword.

"He's probably out of Asgard, and my emotions were stirred enough for my own power, which was trapped in Asgard, to escape," Hela said after thinking for a moment.

"Good for you," Damian said, nodding.

"Tell me, does nobody remember me at all?" Hela asked Damian, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Why ask something you already know?" Hela said, putting on a simple robe before lying down on the sofa in front of Amelia.

"The soldiers said they encountered King Damian," Amelia said, still unsure if she believed the news.

"In fact, he did appear," Hela nodded.

"So, what's with you hitting him?" Amelia frowned, wondering if she should sound the alarm and prepare for a Spartan invasion.

"I just wanted each of us to know our place. There's nothing like fighting to gain mutual respect," Hela said casually.

"Plus, I benefited quite a bit," Hela said, looking at her palm. A black mist enveloped it before quickly being absorbed again.

"You didn't respect him before?" Amelia asked curiously.

"I respected his strength," Hela nodded.

"So you wanted him to respect you?" Amelia asked with a smile.

Hela looked at Amelia with a little annoyance before ignoring her, turning her attention to a small table next to the sofa before pouring herself a glass of wine and taking gentle sips.

"Do you think I shouldn't massacre all the people of Asgard?" Hela asked, looking at Amelia.

If it were someone else, she wouldn't have even paid attention, but when Damian was the one telling her, she couldn't help but ponder the matter.

"I definitely think they're not to blame for what they did. If you want to massacre Asgard to cause Odin suffering, it's really not a good method," Amelia said, choosing her words carefully.

"Perhaps there are better ways to make him suffer," Amelia said, testing the effect of her words.

"Such as?" Hela asked, looking at Amelia.

"Defeating Odin and chaining him to the throne of Asgard and making him watch as you rule."

"Being happy, having attachments, finding love, conquering the universe, doing everything your father was against," Amelia said with a look full of madness.

Hela looked at her a little shocked by the emotion in her words.

"Love?" Hela murmured before shaking her head with a mocking grimace.

"Isn't Damian a good option? His children would definitely be powerful," Amelia said softly as if it suddenly occurred to her.

Hela looked at Amelia wordlessly.

"I've never thought about those things, but Damian is a worthy partner," Hela nodded slightly.

"Still, things like love, I don't think I'm capable of feeling," Hela said, giving a slight smile as she took a sip of wine.

Amelia just shook her head with a smile; people like Hela found it really hard to find love, but if they happened to find it, they loved in a very intense and fervent way.

"By the way, Damian gave me this," Hela said, taking out a paper and handing it to Amelia.

"Oh!? Did he give you his personal phone number? Maybe it's one of the most sought-after things in the world," Amelia said, half-jokingly and half seriously.

"Number?" Hela asked, looking at Amelia confused.

"Remember, phones, you dial the number and you can communicate directly through images or voice," Amelia sighed, her master was really old-fashioned.

Hela nodded slightly, understanding then that Damian had left his number for them to keep communicating about their agreement.

"I don't have a phone," Hela said.

"You said it was too bothersome," Amelia said immediately.

"Then get me one; I guess I'll have to learn to use it," Hela nodded.

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