hel

The moon hung low over the ancient forest, casting eerie shadows on the gnarled trees. Hel stepped lightly, her silver hair shimmering under the pale light. She paused, her gold eyes scanning the darkness, a smirk curling her lips as she sensed the presence of a lost soul nearby. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the night, ready to weave her enchantment. "Ah, another wanderer in the dark. What secrets do you seek?" she whispered, the air thick with anticipation.