The dark realm of Hela stretched endlessly before Raizel, its atmosphere thick with the weight of countless lost souls. The sky was a swirling void of emerald fire, casting eerie shadows over the jagged obsidian landscape. Unlike Asgard's golden splendor, Hel was a kingdom of death, where the unworthy and forgotten wandered for eternity.
And seated atop the Throne of the Dead, watching him with predatory amusement, was the woman he had come for.
Hela, the Goddess of Death.
Her long black hair framed her pale face, her emerald eyes glowing with dark power. Clad in her signature obsidian armor, she looked every bit the ruthless ruler of the underworld. A smirk graced her lips as she rested her chin on her palm, watching Raizel with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"You're bold to step into my realm uninvited, Raizel," she purred. "Most would beg for my mercy before even reaching my throne."
Raizel smirked, his golden dragon eyes gleaming. "I'm not most men."
Hela let out a soft, amused chuckle. "No, you're not. You're something… different." She slowly stood from her throne, dark energy crackling around her fingertips. "I can feel the chaos within you. It whispers to me, promising destruction, war, and conquest."
Raizel tilted his head. "Does that excite you, Goddess of Death?"
Hela's smirk widened. "It intrigues me."
Then, without warning—she attacked.
Dark blades erupted from her hands as she lunged at him, moving faster than mortal eyes could follow. The ground beneath them shattered as she struck, aiming straight for his heart.
But Raizel was faster.
His Chaos Dragon God aura roared to life, golden and black energy surging around him like a divine storm. He dodged her assault with fluid precision, his wings spreading wide as he countered with a blast of chaotic flames.
Hela smirked and teleported, appearing behind him in an instant. She slashed with another set of energy daggers, but Raizel caught her wrist, spinning her midair before sending her crashing into the ground with a single devastating blow.
The land of Hel trembled.
Hela grunted, rising from the rubble, her eyes blazing with dark amusement. "You really are powerful." She licked her lips. "I haven't felt a thrill like this in ages."
Raizel hovered above her, his wings folding behind him. "Then let's make this more fun."
With a mere thought, he warped space itself, summoning massive black chains of chaos energy that wrapped around Hela's limbs, pinning her against the ruins of her throne.
For the first time in centuries, Hela gasped.
Raizel landed in front of her, his expression calm yet undeniably dominant. "You are strong, Hela. But you've been alone for too long, reigning over the dead without a true equal."
She struggled against the chains, but they didn't budge. For the first time in her immortal life, she had been restrained.
And the worst part? She liked it.
Hela's breath came in slow, deliberate motions as she looked up at him with a glint of dangerous excitement. "You think you can tame me, Chaos Dragon?"
Raizel leaned in, his golden eyes glowing. "No. I think I can conquer you."
There was silence.
Then—she laughed.
A deep, rich sound filled with amusement, intrigue, and something dangerously close to desire.
"You really are insane," she whispered.
Raizel smirked. "And you love it."
He reached forward, gripping her chin lightly, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Join me, Hela. Rule by my side. Not as a forgotten queen of the dead, but as a true queen of chaos."
Her emerald eyes burned into his, searching for weakness—but there was none.
He was serious.
Deadly serious.
And for the first time in millennia, Hela found herself drawn to someone.
Not as a ruler. Not as a goddess. But as a woman.
She smirked, her fingers trailing up his chest. "If I say yes, what happens next?"
Raizel grinned. "Then we rewrite destiny together."
She exhaled sharply. Then, before she could second-guess herself—she kissed him.
A fierce, demanding kiss that sent a shockwave through the realm of Hel. The very air shook as their powers intertwined. The chaotic energy of a dragon god merged with the dark authority of a death goddess.
The kiss ended, but the fire in her eyes remained. "Don't think this means I'm yours, Raizel. I will always be my own queen."
Raizel chuckled, brushing a strand of her black hair from her face. "Then rule beside me, my Dark Queen."
Her smirk widened. "You better keep me entertained, Chaos Dragon. Or I might just take your throne for myself."
Raizel grinned. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
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[Ding! Harem Member Acquired: Hela – Goddess of Death]
[New Ability Unlocked: Death Authority – Grants control over death energy and the ability to summon undead warriors.]
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As they stood together, rulers of chaos and death, a ripple of energy spread across the universe.
And someone felt it.
A woman with scarlet magic in her veins, a woman who had shattered reality itself once before.
Far away on Earth, Wanda Maximoff opened her eyes, her fingers trembling as she sensed the impossible power now moving through the cosmos.
"What… was that?" she whispered.
Her chaos magic flared, warning her.
A storm was coming.
And at its center—Raizel Odinson.