After centuries of war, loss, and miracles, Helena Potter — the once-mortal Master of Death — finally tires of existing between worlds. She has outlived her era, outloved her purpose, and seen every ending imaginable. So when her patron offers her a quiet retirement for a while, she takes it. The bustling city of Orario, where gods walk among mortals — she steps into it, taking on the old title she once inherited: Hel, daughter of Loki and ruler of the dead.
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I’m the Villianess after the story ended!? Ch: 1
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Have you ever blown a tire and wrapped your car around a tree at seventy miles an hour?
No?
Yeah. Wouldn't recommend it. There's a moment—right before everything cuts out—where your body is very clear on the fact that something has gone catastrophically wrong. It hurts.
Then there's nothing.
===
Something dragged them back.
Consciousness didn't return gently; it snapped into place, breath punching into their lungs in a sharp, uneven gasp. A dull ache followed, distant and unfocused, like it belonged to someone else and had simply been forwarded along out of obligation. They coughed, the sound rough in their throat, and became aware of the ground beneath them—cold, uneven, solid in a way that felt more like stone than anything else.
Okay.
Car accident.
That made sense.
They shifted, pressing a hand down to lever themselves onto their back. The movement worked, but it felt delayed, like their body was responding through a fraction of lag they couldn't quite account for. Still, it worked, and that was enough.
Thrown clear, they decided, clinging to the explanation as it formed. Seatbelt snapped, glass shattered—something like that.
It happened. People survived worse.
Their eyes opened, and immediately, the explanation started to fall apart. The first thing that was seen clearly was a stone covered in blood as he? felt a warm liquid coming down my head. The next thing was i was wearing a backpack? Why did everything hurt?
The pain was harder to ignore now, spreading in a way that felt both distant and immediate, as though it couldn't decide where it belonged.
Before they could make sense of it, a sound cut through the haze.
A voice—low, rough, shaped more like a growl than speech.
"Emma."
The name landed wrong.
It echoed in a space it shouldn't have occupied, carrying a strange familiarity that didn't belong to them. Their first instinct was rejection, immediate and certain. That wasn't their name. It couldn't be.
And yet, almost as quickly, something else answered back.
It is. Emma Barnes
"Wa-" is all that is mouthed as the world goes dark again.The world went dark as the memories hit in full.
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Emma was on her feet—smaller, lighter, a stick clutched in her hand like it was something far more important than it had any right to be.
"Stay behind me," she said, trying for something commanding and landing somewhere closer to stubborn.
There was movement behind her, quick and quiet.
"I don't need to," came the reply, just as stubborn, just as certain.
Taylor.
Emma didn't turn, but she could picture her perfectly anyway—dark hair pulled back poorly, already half falling out, eyes focused in that intense way she got when she decided something mattered.
"That's not the point," Emma shot back, tightening her grip on the stick. "I'm the knight. You're—"
"The strategist," Taylor cut in immediately. "Knights don't win without strategists."
Emma hesitated.
"…That's not how this works."
"It is now."
A beat passed, the kind that only existed because neither of them was willing to give ground first. Then Emma exhaled sharply, already adjusting.
"Fine. Then what's the plan?"
There was a pause, brief but deliberate.
"We go around," Taylor said, pointing toward the side yard where the fence leaned just enough to count as an opening. "You distract it. I'll flank. We'll slay the monster!"
Woof.
=====
Emma woke slowly this time, awareness rising through a heavy fog instead of snapping into place. The first thing she registered wasn't sight, but restraint.
Her arms were pulled tight behind her back, wrists bound in something that didn't feel like rope. It was smoother—too smooth—but unyielding, biting into her skin with a faint, almost tacky resistance whenever she shifted. The same material held her legs, wrapped securely at the ankles and higher up, restricting even the smallest movement. It flexed just enough to move with her, but not enough to give.
Spider silk. She had become Emma Barnes an Taylor had kidnapped her to get revenge… a tall strong girl an now I'm a small, weak girl being tied up, an I like this… I did not know this about myself and it's rather concerning…
"Taylor she's awake an umm strangely aroused? scareroused?" Lisa states
"What the fuck, Emma!" Taylor shouts
Emma gagged an not able to respond, shrugging.
"No, no, you don't get to shrug, you stupid bitch!" Taylor screams.
Emma decides to just roll with it, Infinite Earths, maybe she could convince Taylor that she wasn't a bitch. After all, that was Emma that did all of those horrible, horrible things to Taylor an she wasn't the original Emma.
The blindfold an gagged were removed an Emma made eye contact with Taylor, "Are we going with the usual safeword, honey? I missed you." And the original Emma had missed Taylor; she just wished she were stronger. So hopefully this would mislead Lis- why is Lisa an actual fox girl?
No?
Yeah. Wouldn't recommend it. There's a moment—right before everything cuts out—where your body is very clear on the fact that something has gone catastrophically wrong. It hurts.
Then there's nothing.
===
Something dragged them back.
Consciousness didn't return gently; it snapped into place, breath punching into their lungs in a sharp, uneven gasp. A dull ache followed, distant and unfocused, like it belonged to someone else and had simply been forwarded along out of obligation. They coughed, the sound rough in their throat, and became aware of the ground beneath them—cold, uneven, solid in a way that felt more like stone than anything else.
Okay.
Car accident.
That made sense.
They shifted, pressing a hand down to lever themselves onto their back. The movement worked, but it felt delayed, like their body was responding through a fraction of lag they couldn't quite account for. Still, it worked, and that was enough.
Thrown clear, they decided, clinging to the explanation as it formed. Seatbelt snapped, glass shattered—something like that.
It happened. People survived worse.
Their eyes opened, and immediately, the explanation started to fall apart. The first thing that was seen clearly was a stone covered in blood as he? felt a warm liquid coming down my head. The next thing was i was wearing a backpack? Why did everything hurt?
The pain was harder to ignore now, spreading in a way that felt both distant and immediate, as though it couldn't decide where it belonged.
Before they could make sense of it, a sound cut through the haze.
A voice—low, rough, shaped more like a growl than speech.
"Emma."
The name landed wrong.
It echoed in a space it shouldn't have occupied, carrying a strange familiarity that didn't belong to them. Their first instinct was rejection, immediate and certain. That wasn't their name. It couldn't be.
And yet, almost as quickly, something else answered back.
It is. Emma Barnes
"Wa-" is all that is mouthed as the world goes dark again.The world went dark as the memories hit in full.
=====
Emma was on her feet—smaller, lighter, a stick clutched in her hand like it was something far more important than it had any right to be.
"Stay behind me," she said, trying for something commanding and landing somewhere closer to stubborn.
There was movement behind her, quick and quiet.
"I don't need to," came the reply, just as stubborn, just as certain.
Taylor.
Emma didn't turn, but she could picture her perfectly anyway—dark hair pulled back poorly, already half falling out, eyes focused in that intense way she got when she decided something mattered.
"That's not the point," Emma shot back, tightening her grip on the stick. "I'm the knight. You're—"
"The strategist," Taylor cut in immediately. "Knights don't win without strategists."
Emma hesitated.
"…That's not how this works."
"It is now."
A beat passed, the kind that only existed because neither of them was willing to give ground first. Then Emma exhaled sharply, already adjusting.
"Fine. Then what's the plan?"
There was a pause, brief but deliberate.
"We go around," Taylor said, pointing toward the side yard where the fence leaned just enough to count as an opening. "You distract it. I'll flank. We'll slay the monster!"
Woof.
=====
Emma woke slowly this time, awareness rising through a heavy fog instead of snapping into place. The first thing she registered wasn't sight, but restraint.
Her arms were pulled tight behind her back, wrists bound in something that didn't feel like rope. It was smoother—too smooth—but unyielding, biting into her skin with a faint, almost tacky resistance whenever she shifted. The same material held her legs, wrapped securely at the ankles and higher up, restricting even the smallest movement. It flexed just enough to move with her, but not enough to give.
Spider silk. She had become Emma Barnes an Taylor had kidnapped her to get revenge… a tall strong girl an now I'm a small, weak girl being tied up, an I like this… I did not know this about myself and it's rather concerning…
"Taylor she's awake an umm strangely aroused? scareroused?" Lisa states
"What the fuck, Emma!" Taylor shouts
Emma gagged an not able to respond, shrugging.
"No, no, you don't get to shrug, you stupid bitch!" Taylor screams.
Emma decides to just roll with it, Infinite Earths, maybe she could convince Taylor that she wasn't a bitch. After all, that was Emma that did all of those horrible, horrible things to Taylor an she wasn't the original Emma.
The blindfold an gagged were removed an Emma made eye contact with Taylor, "Are we going with the usual safeword, honey? I missed you." And the original Emma had missed Taylor; she just wished she were stronger. So hopefully this would mislead Lis- why is Lisa an actual fox girl?