She glides silently through the Technoverse, remembering the days of long ago. She glories not in the old ways, and ignores those Others who still persist in their Pillaging and Drinking.
"Those are not for Me" she thinks, "Let Thor and Odin attend to them, or that Christ Child."
Hungering for the apathy that surrounds this Unreality, she slips through streams of information hoping to gather yet another lost soul to her side. All too often she finds those who have moved past her domain - The truly Evil. Let the other, Older Gods take them - Since the days she was called simply Hel, she has hungered for those with Melancholy in their heart, and Pessimism in their souls.
Revelling in the wash of Nothingness, she finds a likely victim - Cold and dark, Gothic as the kids of the 'Real' world call themselves. She pauses a moment to luxuriate in the aura of incompleteness, and then taps into his communication. "A Chat room" she thinks to herself, "And nobody to talk to. I will supply what he believes he needs."
"A/S/L" types the Child-Man, yearning to find a female like himself.
Little does he know the Journey that has just begun.
written by
Cavalier Renegade
@ CherryTAP
