I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
Hel is the daughter of Loki and the Jotun Angrboda. Half of her body resembles a living woman while the other resembles a corpse. Her expression is always gloomy and grim. The Aesir feared Hel and her brothers, so they were abducted by the gods and banished. Hel was made the ruler of the realm of the dead, which is also named Hel. The entrance is guarded by Garm, a monstrous hound. Hel’s hall is Eljudnir, home of the dead. Her servants are Ganglati and Ganglot, who move about so slowly it is difficult to tell if they are moving at all. Her plate is called Hunger, and her knife is Famine.
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Muah by Ines Wigger
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