In the chaotic multiverse,
one universe in particular underwent an unexpected change…
Earth-XXX
Asgard, scarred by past conquests, still held its imposing structure, frozen in the pride of a king who had won too much and hidden even more. Behind golden walls tarnished by centuries, beneath foundations where no light ever reached, there lay a forgotten chamber—one that even Odin refused to name: Hela.
Imprisoned in a runic cell built by the Norns and sealed through the sacrifice of many powerful Asgardians, she was bound by chains forged by dwarves. These shackles did more than restrain her body—they tore at her divinity, fragment by fragment, with every movement. Pain had long since become an old companion. What still consumed her was the betrayal.
Odin, her father, had used her as a weapon to conquer dozens of realms, only to cast her into oblivion when she became uncontrollable. She regretted none of the massacres—but she regretted not killing him first.
Her black eyes, stained with icy green, rested upon a cracked altar. At its center, the Reality Stone glimmered faintly, set into a black pedestal etched with ancient glyphs. Her final card to play.
She knew activating it would cost more than energy—it would require an irreversible sacrifice.
A bitter smile curved her lips.
"I have nothing left to lose."
She slit her wrist, letting her black blood drip onto the stone. The glyphs blazed with a molten red glow, the ground trembled, and the air pulsed as though responding to an imminent presence.
She recited the words of the ritual, mechanical and cold. With each syllable, the Stone blazed brighter. The chains quivered, aware that the end was near.
Then, in a tearing silence, reality opened like burning cloth.
A blinding white light erupted, and from it stepped a woman. Tall, muscular yet sleek, clad in dark armor with silver highlights, the Kryptonian sigil on her chest. Her mid-length blonde hair framed a radiant face, and her blue eyes sparkled with a nearly playful glint. She landed lightly, hands on her hips, as if stepping off a stage to receive applause.
"Ooooh… nice place you've got here. What is this? A prison… Hmmm, and a woman?"
Hela, exhausted from the ritual, straightened slightly. With her magic, she could tell instantly—this newcomer was not of any race she knew.
"You are… different."
The Kryptonian smiled broadly.
"Kara Zor-El. Last daughter of Krypton… and, apparently, the surprise guest at your little party. You're the one who brought me here?"
"I sacrificed my soul and the Reality Stone to pull you from the void. I want you to help me escape… and destroy Odin."
"Ooooh, Odin…"
'I've been reincarnated in Marvel!' Kara thought, raising a brow, amused.
"So… a goddess locked away by daddy the king decides to call for help."
She took a step toward Hela, glanced at the chains, and with one swift motion, shattered them. The fragments dissolved into dust before they touched the ground.
Hela collapsed to her knees but never broke eye contact.
Kara crouched to meet her gaze, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"I don't know yet if I'll help you… but you intrigue me. Tell me, are you Hela?"
She extended a hand. Hela hesitated, then took it. Kara lifted her effortlessly, then turned toward the runic walls.
"Let's get some fresh air."
In an instant, the walls exploded under her heat vision. The light of Asgard flooded the chamber.
Hela inhaled deeply, savoring her regained freedom. But her eyes remained fixed on Kara. She already knew she had just unleashed something far more dangerous than herself.
Kara, meanwhile, gazed at the horizon with a mischievous gleam.
"So… you gonna show me the way to dear old daddy?"