Marvel: NIHILITY

One evening, after a particularly grueling battle, David and Wen Wu sat on the ridge overlooking the stronghold. The moon cast a silvery glow over the mountains as they shared a drink.

Laughter filled the air as they traded stories—David recounting tales of modern life that Wen Wu found utterly baffling, and Wen Wu regaling David with his adventures across centuries.

"And then," Wen Wu said, gesturing grandly, "I grabbed the general by his beard and threw him into the river! The fool tried to swim for a while before drowning."

David chuckled. "Sounds like something I'd do. Except I might've yeeted him into the next continent."

Wen Wu laughed heartily, pouring more wine. "You and I, my friend, are a dangerous combination. The world isn't ready for us."

Before David could reply, a sudden rush of wind swept through the valley. A figure tumbled from the sky, surrounded by rainbow-colored lights, landing squarely on top of him.

The impact knocked David's chair over, and he found himself on the ground, pinned by a beautiful woman with flowing black hair. Her tattered green dress clung to her as if she'd been running for her life. Her chest heaved as she clung to consciousness, her face inches from David's.

"Well, hello there gorgeous, you have certainly picked the perfect landing spot." David quipped, trying to sit up. He placed his hands on her waist to move her, but the woman slumped forward, fainting against his chest in a very compromising position.

Wen Wu blinked in disbelief, his cup frozen mid-air. "Should I... rescue you, or leave you to your... moment?"

Another object flew out of the rainbow beam and hit David in the head. He just yeeted the thing into the Sahara desert without looking, pissed due to getting hit twice successively .

David sighed, his voice muffled under the woman's weight. "A little help would be nice. I think she passed out."

Wen Wu set down his cup and approached cautiously. "She fell from the sky. Do you think she's a deviant?"

David tilted his head to get a better look at her face. "No scales, no claws, and definitely no glowing eyes. Pretty sure she's human—or close to it."

Meanwhile, in his mind, he was freaking out, 'Why is Hela here on earth, as a human? Did Odin just pull another 'You're not worthy' crap?

And why did she land on my crotch of all places? Is the universe giving me a sign or something?'

Wen Wu smirked, grabbing the woman by the shoulders to lift her off David. "Perhaps she's another female admirer, drawn to your majestic aura across the planets."

David dusted himself off, smirking back. "Or maybe she's here to give you competition. Who knows?"

As the woman lay unconscious on a nearby bench, Wen Wu's warriors approached, curious about the commotion. David glanced at her again, his expression softening.

"She's been through some bad stuff, I guess ,"he said. " Let's figure out what to do when she wakes up."

Wen Wu nodded. "Until then, let's keep her safe. But mark my words, my friend—fate rarely drops people into our lives without reason."

David raised his cup, smirking. "Here's to fate, then. Always keeping things interesting."

The mountain stronghold of Wen Wu was peaceful, a sharp contrast to the chaos Hela had recently endured. Her mind was clouded, fragmented, as memories came rushing back—like waves crashing on the shore, each one more painful than the last.

Hela awoke with a start, sitting up abruptly on the bed where David had laid her. Her senses flooded with awareness, and she scanned her surroundings.

The stone walls of the stronghold were unlike anything she had ever seen. The air was thick with the scent of incense and spices , a reminder that she was far from the comfortable confines of Asgard.

She lifted her hand to her head, instinctively searching for something that should have been there—the Helmet of Death. But there was nothing. Her fingers met only the cold, bare skin of her scalp.

"No…" Hela muttered, her voice trembling with rage. "Where is it?"

Images began to flood her mind—memories of betrayal, of Odin's cold judgment. Father... The thought burned her like acid. He had cast her out and sent her to this wretched planet, alone.

"Earth," she whispered. The name was almost foreign to her, an undeserving punishment. She remembered it all now: how Odin had cast her down, how she had lost her army, her helmet, her dominion.

She was the Goddess of Death, once the ruler of the Nine Realms, but Odin had sealed her fate. Stripped of her immortality and left to fend for herself on this godforsaken world.

Hela rose from the bed, her dark green dress now torn and tattered. She could feel the anger swelling inside her, coiling like a serpent ready to strike. She clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing.

She needed her helmet to take her revenge . She needed to reclaim what was rightfully hers. Without it, she was nothing but a shadow of the woman she once was.

Her gaze darted around the stronghold. Wen Wu's warriors were keeping watch, though their focus seemed to be more on their duties than on her.

She smirked, her mind quickly formulating a plan. If they were going to stand in her way, she would take what was hers by force.

"She's awake," one of Wen Wu's men muttered under his breath.

Wen Wu, ever the cautious leader, approached her cautiously. His hand rested on the hilt of his blade, but he did not draw it. He had been skeptical of David's claim about the woman's power, but something about her presence set off alarms in his mind.

"You look like you've been through hell," Wen Wu said, his voice calm but sharp. "You're in no condition to fight, but I suggest you listen carefully. You're not in control here."

Hela shot him a venomous look, her lips curling into a sneer. "Control? I don't need your permission, mortal. You have something I want." Her eyes burned with intensity. "Where is my helmet?"

Wen Wu raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Helmet? What are you talking about?" He looked at David who pretended to look at the sky, avoiding his eyes.

Her eyes blazed with fury. "I don't have time for games," she hissed before launching herself at him with blinding speed.

Wen Wu's warriors sprang into action, drawing their swords and surrounding her.

They barely matched for Hela's skills despite her mortality. She managed to take a few of them down to move forward.

She made her way toward Wen Wu, her eyes locked onto him as if he were the only obstacle standing between her and her destiny. But the remaining guards pointed their swords at her, making her stop.

"I'll kill you if you get in my way," she growled.

Wen Wu retorted back, " You can barely defend yourself, lady. And my brother here hasn't even made a move."

But just as she was about to strike, a new voice cut through the tension. "Hold on stabby! You better stop before someone gets hurt badly."

David stepped forward, his expression unwavering. His casual demeanor hadn't changed, but there was a spark of something serious in his eyes.

Hela looked at him with contempt. "And who are you to stop me?" she sneered.

David's smirk grew wider, and his posture relaxed. "I'm the guy who's tired of cleaning up messes. And trust me, you don't want to fight me ."

With a snap of his fingers, David flared with a burst of energy, sending a shockwave through the room. The force of it pushed Hela back several steps, but she quickly recovered, her eyes narrowing in fury.

"You're not in Asgard anymore, Hela," David said, his voice low. "The world doesn't work the way you remember. You can't just walk in here and start threatening people."

Her eyes locked onto his, her rage only growing. "I am Hela, the Goddess of Death. And I will have my revenge."

David cocked his head to the side. "Yeah yeah, well, I think your father's the one you should be pissed at, not me."

That struck a nerve.

Hela's eyes burned with rage as she stepped forward, clearly ready to destroy him as well. "You dare speak of him?"

Before she could make another move, Wen Wu's voice rang out sharply. "Enough!"

Wen Wu stepped forward, his commanding presence demanding attention. "We've fought many battles, but there's a different kind of strength in restraint. My brother here doesn't like needless violence, so I've kept quiet at your rudeness.

If you want your helmet, it won't be given to you by force. Not that we have it here. But I'll deal with you personally if make any stupid moves." His ten rings flew out and spun in a circle, radiating energy.

Hela glared at him, but for the first time, she paused. Wen Wu's words were cutting through her rage, even if she didn't want to admit it. She needed to think, to plan. Specially with such an powerful artifact on him, her chances of winning were zero. It's powers were incredible, unlike anything she had seen .

David, sensing the change in her demeanor, continued. "You were banished, weren't you? Stripped of everything. But here's the thing—this planet doesn't care about your past.

Your father, your armies, your status—they don't exist here. If you want to survive, you're going to need to rethink everything. Specially when you are just another human in strength."

Hela's chest heaved, her anger still boiling beneath the surface, but David's words were starting to take hold. She knew in her current state, she would be dead if she pushed further, so she decided to bide her time.

"Fine," she muttered, her voice dark. "But if you stand in my way again..." Her eyes flickered with menace. "…You won't be so lucky next time."

Wen Wu watched her carefully, sensing that she was more than she appeared—an ancient power, barely restrained by the threads of her shattered memories.

David turned toward Wen Wu, his tone light but serious. "She'll be trouble, but at least she's not acting like a rabid animal, For now."

Wen Wu nodded, though a grim expression settled on his face. "For now." He then added with a smirk, " Do you wish to bed her, brother? You haven't been this considerate to any of the other women who you talked with."

David laughed and replied, " She is not really in the mood for love bro, and her daddy is probably gonna come down if someone did anything to her.

Then I'd have keep beating him, his soldiers, and his ancestors like some cultivation novel! I don't want to beat up people everyday."

That night, as David and Wen Wu shared another drink, the conversation turned to more personal matters. They spoke of battles won, the cost of power, and the loneliness that often accompanied strength.

Hela, still seething with unfulfilled rage, sat at the fire's edge, eyeing the men warily, but never joining in.

David glanced at her briefly before turning back to Wen Wu. "You know, she's a piece of work," he said with a grin.

"But I think we can work with her. It's not every day you meet someone who can match you in skills, despite the lack of strength ."

Wen Wu smiled faintly, raising his cup in acknowledgment. "Yes, but I'm not sure whether to fear her stabbing me in the back, or offer her a drink to make friends ."

Meanwhile, Hela kept listening to the conversations to pick up on more information. She found out that the man with the ten rings was the king here, but apparently his brother was the strongest one. According to them, He can destroy stars, and restore them with a snap of his finger, punch monsters into the sky, and even fly above the clouds .

She scoffed at the idea at first. Someone that strong won't be staying in this primitive place, staying hidden . They were probably exaggerating it .

If she couldn't find her helmet, those ten rings could serve as a good weapon until she finds her helmet. Who knows where it might be.

Hela started at the sky, watching the stars. 'They look rather nice from down here, huh. Never really thought I'd stare at the stars from Earth, as a mortal, and it wouldn't be as awful as I imagined.'

Her gaze flickered to David. 'Stars huh? His energy gives off a similar feeling as the radiance of stars. He is quite strong, I should be careful around him.'