Goddess of Death Hela's Final Kiss

Within the extreme darkness, Beckett, who forcibly illuminated a hundred-meter radius around himself, stared blankly at Hela lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, unable to utter a word.

Is this time... for real?

I... killed... Hela with my own hands?

"Damn it..."

"This time...it's actually true..." Hela, who had collapsed to the ground, looked up at the pitch-black darkness above her head. Due to excessive blood loss, her red lips were no longer as vibrant as before.

A hint of helplessness and resentment appeared on her pale face.

She had imagined many ways she could die—by Odin, by Frigga, by Surtur, and so on—but she never thought that one day she would die at Beckett's hands.

She died at the hands of this man...

The rapid loss of vitality caused Hela, who was struggling to straighten up, to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Above the chest cavity, the gleaming wound clearly revealed stark white bone.

"It's really... unacceptable..." Hela felt her vision beginning to blur.

This way of dying is too childish.

He spent half his life on the battlefield, enduring a thousand years of solitude, and in the end, he died at the hands of this man because of an accident orchestrated by Dormammu ...

"Beckett ...I..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Open your mouth, you won't die." With a cold face, Beckett took out an entire box of Nutrient Fluid from his bracelet space.

With his left hand, he pried open Hela's mouth and poured bottle after bottle of medicine into her mouth.

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Perhaps because he was in a hurry, Beckett's movements were somewhat rough, which caused Hela to cough repeatedly.

I choked.

That's enough.

"Didn't you realize it was useless?" Hela grabbed Beckett's left wrist with one hand and pried the man's wrist open with an extremely forceful posture.

"Shut up!"

"Your Nutrient Fluid is completely useless to me here." Hela shook her head, speaking calmly about her injuries.

After consuming several bottles of Nutrient Fluid, the abundant vitality evaporated before it could repair the severe injuries inside Hela's body.

Truly instantaneous evaporation.

The extreme darkness, dark enough to devour all energy and matter, rendered the Nutrient Fluid Beckett produced completely ineffective.

"Shut up and keep drinking."

"If you don't want to die."

Beckett gave Hela a cold, sidelong glance.

If Hela doesn't drink the Nutrient Fluid, Hela will truly die, her last glimmer of life swallowed up by the extreme darkness.

Drinking the Nutrient Fluid at least gives them a chance to live.

"And then? How much Nutrient Fluid do you have?"

"Giving this to me would be a waste."

Shaking the test tube filled with shimmering green liquid, Hela opened her mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

Beckett's movements were too rough and made her very uncomfortable, so she had to do it herself.

"Enough to last you until you leave here."

Hela neither confirmed nor denied it.

Her condition is terrible; the Nutrient Fluid and the devouring power of the Dark World have created a bizarre balance within her. If her injuries don't worsen, she could indeed live a little longer, but...

"I can't go with you to find a way out." Hela drank another bottle of Nutrient Fluid and tried to straighten Hela, but failed once again.

She can't even straighten up now, let alone follow Beckett as he runs around in this boundless Dark World.

Even walking is difficult.

"...Take it." Beckett was silent for a while, then threw a box of Nutrient Fluid at his feet to Hela's side, gesturing for her to hold it.

"???"

"Beckett, you—"

Hela's doubts came to an abrupt halt. To her disbelief, Beckett bent down and scooped her up in a princess carry!

"Why are you so skilled at this???" Hela asked in surprise.

The princess carry technique is pretty standard, and Beckett seems quite skilled at it; he even knows the optimal point of contact?

"Shut up!" Beckett, who had picked up Hela, looked ahead, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and instantly took off into the air.

The only light in the absolute darkness illuminated Hela's pale face, and the stealthy attacks that had appeared and disappeared without a trace vanished under Beckett's protection.

However, this cannot continue indefinitely.

Even if you've chosen a direction, the road seems to have no end.

Beckett had no idea how long he had been flying with Hela in his arms. Surrounded by endless darkness, he had almost forgotten the concept of time.

All he knew was that Hela had already consumed two cases of the Nutrient Fluid. And the third, and final, case was almost empty.

Or rather, it has already reached its bottom.

"Beckett."

"Shut up."

"That's enough, Beckett."

"I'm tired..."

Hela threw the last box of Nutrient Fluid, which was almost empty, onto the ground, forcing Beckett to stop in his tracks.

Do you want to die?

"I don't want to, but I prefer to die quietly rather than die on the road to finding hope."

Hela, nestled in Beckett's arms, looked up and met his gaze.

His expression was utterly calm.

Beckett tightened his grip, Hela frowned instantly. "Put me down."

Beckett acted as if he hadn't heard.

"I said, put me down, Beckett."

"Shut up."

"Put me down!" Hela retorted without hesitation, seemingly quite ungrateful.

Clang!

Seeing that Beckett was still pretending not to hear, Hela directly reconstructed a dagger and held it to his throat.

"I told you, put me down now." The dagger, gleaming with a cold light, was just a few more inches away from touching Beckett's skin, but even so, Beckett could still feel Hela's killing intent.

She really wanted to kill herself.

Beckett's eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly falling from Beckett's arms, even though Hela was prepared, the excruciating pain was so intense it felt like her nerves were being torn apart, causing her to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Dark red blood fell onto Beckett, who neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

It stained his loose black Battle Suit red.

"That really is...your style..." Gritting her teeth, Hela, who had reconstructed two long spears and stuck them in the ground as Hela, slowly straightened up in front of Beckett.

"You asked for it." Beckett looked coldly at the stubborn woman in front of him.

"I am the king, and even if a king dies, he should die with dignity."

"Being held in your arms and waiting to die is hardly dignified." A smug smile appeared on her bloodless face as Hela stood up straight in front of Beckett, holding her head high as much as possible.

"It's strange, actually. I thought I would be very angry when I encountered death, but now it seems that I don't feel that bad."

"That's enough, I'll take you out of here!" Beckett interrupted Hela with extreme annoyance.

"Why?"

"Me—what?" Beckett thought the woman in front of him must have lost her mind.

Why did you save me?

What is the relationship between you and me?

Hela scrutinized Beckett's face with great interest, the mockery in her eyes making Beckett think this woman must be crazy.

"I'm the one who injured you, I—"

"You're Beckett, when have you ever cared about these things?"

Hela pressed him further, but Beckett did not respond.

Or rather, they were racking their brains for words to respond.

Finally...

"We are friends." Beckett looked Hela straight in the eyes.

"You once said you didn't need friends." Taking advantage of her impending death, Hela continued to tease the awkward man in front of her.

"That was before." Beckett lowered his eyelids, no longer looking into Hela's eyes, but his change was self-righteous.

"Hmm." Hela shrugged with a smile and gave two meaningless hums.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Close your eyes, I have something to give you." Hela held onto the spear, trying her best to maintain her balance despite her blurred vision.

Meanwhile, a bottle of Nutrient Fluid was opened in front of Beckett then closed his eyes with peace of mind.

"Thank you, Beckett."

She moved closer and closer to Beckett's ear, her breath rising and swirling around his earlobe...

"You—uh!"

Just as Beckett was about to speak, he suddenly felt a dry, soft touch on his lips and his eyes widened in surprise.

Within the empty, defensive mouth, Hela, unleashing a storm of events.

"I am Hela."

"She is the Goddess of Death in Asgard."

After a long while, their lips parted.

Hela's face returned to the way it was when she first met Beckett.

"No..."

"I am Hela, the Goddess of Death in Asgard," Hela repeated.

"No!"

"I am Hela, the Goddess of Death of Asgard." Hela smiled as she watched the rare emotional fluctuation on Beckett's face, repeating it for the third time.

"... Beckett, Lord of Chitauri Prime." Beckett's lips trembled, and the veins on his arms bulged as he churned with emotion.

"Well then, goodbye, Beckett." Under Beckett's gaze, Hela closed her eyes contentedly, her body losing its balance and falling backward...

I'm going to grab some food first; there will be two more updates tonight (ω)