Chapter 34 MCE

Hela scoffed in defiance, brandishing a sword that she summoned. "What did you just say!? You want me to be your subordinate? Are you out of your mind?"

Luke sighed. "Alright then... let's dance... again..."

...

"Do you really think the Valhalla is some glorious reward?"

Hela's voice cut through the shadows again. Her silhouette emerged slowly, eyes gleaming with grim certainty.

"It’s just an endless cycle of nightmares. Heroes fight, die, and wake up to do it all again—day after day, year after year..."

Luke let out a tired sigh as she repeated her haunting speech. 

He had heard this so many times, it was starting to feel like he was the one stuck in the loop.

"Now I get how Dormammu felt," Luke muttered, rubbing his temples. 

He looked exhausted.

He had used the Eye of Agamotto to talk with Hela—more than once.

 He’d tried everything: talking nicely, making threats, using logic, even throwing out nonsense to throw her off. 

They’d even fought a few times.

He could now describe her outfit from memory.

"You carry the Warlock’s Eye!" she accused, eyes narrowing. "Odin sent you, didn’t he?"

Luke groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Here we go again.

"You got it. Odin cooked up some insane plan and thought I’d be the perfect errand boy," he said with exaggerated exhaustion. 

"Said I should recruit you to help conquer other dimensions. Honestly, I think he just didn’t want to deal with you himself."

He exhaled sharply. "Next time Fury or any other one-eyed weirdo knocks on my door, I’m slamming it shut. To hell with multiverse conquest—I just wanna go home and finish my game, yknow?"

...

Hela, for once, didn’t snap back. 

She just stood there. Silent.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Look, I said my piece. Wanna fight? Cool. If not, I’m bouncing."

He turned, but a dark blur surged toward him.

Startled, Luke thought she was attacking again.

 Instinct kicked in. 

He summoned the Flame Sword and struck—

Poof!

His blade pierced clean through her side—lower abdomen to back.

In the same moment, Hela’s hand snapped forward and gripped the sword’s hilt, stopping him cold.

They locked eyes.

"So... you weren’t attacking?" Luke asked, visibly cringing. "You should’ve said something."

He slowly pulled the blade free. 

Hela didn’t flinch.

She just stared at him coldly.

"So... does it hurt?" he added awkwardly.

Before he could finish that sentence, Hela shoved him to the ground.

With her hand on his neck doing a chokehold, Hela kissed him like a starving beast,

Luke widened his eyes in shock, 'What the fuck is happening?'

But not allowing to be controlled by Hela, he grabbed her hand, and rolled her to the ground causing it to crack. 

Now, he was on top of her, staring at her emerald-green eyes. 

A silence ensued beneath them but it didn't go for long. 

Grabbing the back of her neck, Luke initiated the kiss this time, kissing Hela deeper than she managed.

Their tongue battled for dominance, and Hela was winning at first, but suddenly, Luke instinctively use his demonic energy, his body's libido shot through the roof, his tongue becoming more fierce, longer, hotter, redder.

"Uhmm~," Hela moaned from the french kiss that she was receiving, jolt of electricity and pleasure course through her tongue,

The cloak of shadow moved itself around Luke, taking anything on his person, leaving him naked before taking flight somewhere.

Just then, an explosion of dark and red occurred,

BOOM!

A burst of demonic energy erupted from Luke causing nearby rocks formation to crumble into dust.

"Aghhh~" Hela groaned with mixture of pain and pleasure, all her clothing were reduced to ashes, even her horns were turned to dust from that explosion.

A psychotic smile graced from her lips, her eyes glowed with a dangerous green, 

"Let... us... dance~"

...

Time passed. 

Hel returned to silence.

Hela stood again, towering over Luke with a glint of authority in her eyes.

"What you said earlier... about conquering me, fighting together..."

Her voice was steady.

"I'm yours now."

Luke scrambled to his feet, looking both flustered and confused.

"Right... that’s what I said... I think?"

He wasn’t sure if she misunderstood, or if he had worded it wrong.

Didn’t he say, join me and then we can conquer the hell-verse?

There were so many iterations that he did that he forgot about it now.

"You’re not backing out, are you?" Hela snapped.

She hurled a dark blade past his head in warning.

"Nope! Not at all!" Luke replied quickly, raising his hands. "I'm known for my commitment. Really. Super trustworthy."

At least he got what he wanted from her now... joining him to conquer all hells of course,

She was on board.

"Alright then," She grinned. "Who’s our first target?"

"Is it Limbo?"

Hela’s eyes gleamed with excitement, like a predator ready to strike. 

Her lips curled into a grin that promised chaos.

"How’d you know I was heading to Limbo?" Luke asked, genuinely surprised.

Hela tilted her head, amused by his confusion. 

For the first time since they met, she actually smiled.

"Oh, darling~" she purred.

"That little fight between you and Belasco? Yeah, word travels fast down here in the underworld. You’ve become quite the hot topic."

She sauntered closer to him, her fingers trailing lightly across his chest. 

A sharp sting followed, and a thin red line appeared on his skin.

"Especially that old devil Mephisto," she added with a wicked grin. "That sanctimonious freak’s obsessed with you. I heard he even sent agents to Earth, trying to dig up more dirt."

She swiped a bit of Luke’s blood on her fingertip and brought it to her lips, tasting it like fine wine.

"So... what about you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You after my soul too?"

Hela straightened up, her smirk fading into something more regal. 

She ran a hand through her long black hair, then flicked her wrists outward. 

A towering, spiked helmet formed on her head, and from beneath her skin, a dark-green metallic substance covered every inch of her previous naked body, fully restoring her armor to its terrifying glory.

Her power spiked like a thunderclap.

"No," she said coldly. "Souls bore me."

Luke felt the chill ripple through the air as Hela’s full aura, the essence of the Goddess of Death, spread out.

"There’s only one thing I care about..."

She waved a hand, and the dark mist around them vanished in an instant.

The bleak horizon expanded before them.

Rows upon rows of undead soldiers filled the land, their bodies clad in ancient and modern Asgardian armor, holding rusted swords or gleaming spears. 

The ground looked like a forest of metal and bone.

"Give the word, my darling," Hela said, taking a graceful step back and bowing slightly, her voice honeyed with bloodlust.

"Let’s start a war that never ends~"

The undead legion roared in response, their battle cries shaking the air.

...

Meanwhile, in Limbo—

Since the failed invasion of Earth, most of the demons had sunk into despair and disorder. 

But one among them had never let his fury die.

Belasco.

The fallen Hell Lord, once a step away from heavenly power, burned with rage. 

He had lost the battle... and his sword. 

His name had become a joke across every corner of Hell.

"N’astirh!" he bellowed. "How’s the portal coming!?"

The first demon Luke had ever summoned—now promoted to a general—bowed nervously before Belasco.

"The passage has long been completed, my lord, but..."

"But what?" Belasco growled, sinking deeper into his throne.

His fury had blinded him for days, ignoring everything else.

"Well... the army you gathered? They mutinied again. Many demons broke rank and fled."

"WHAT?!"

"They say... the price of souls is skyrocketing. Even the cheapest ones cost 500,000 demon coins now."

"..."