Chronicles of the Wolf: Chapter 0: Niflheim

Hel was sitting on her throne, doing paperwork and enjoying warm tea in her goblet. Her gaze moved to Tyr, who was held by guards, forced to kneel to her. ''We found this godling sneaking to Helheim, through gate of your territory, countess Hel.'' Garmr came closer, turning from his wolf form to more human-like. He sniffs him. ''He is that bastard, your grace. Allow me to devour him.'' Hel remained silent, before her sly smirk appeared on her face. ''No.''

Tyr's eyes widened. This was not Beelzebub. His voice, while manly in tone, is still feminine in a way. ''Tell me what do you want, Tyr.'' She added, waiting for him to respond.

''Round 1 of the Ragnarok Tournament is ongoing. And my mother is about to lose. I want you to save her soul, the moment she loses.'' He responded firmly. Showing no fear, though being enveloped by it. Whoever this... thing... looking like Beelzebub is, he needs her. ''And why should I help you? In the end, you are his son.'' She asked back. Tyr was speechless again. Struggling to find words to respond. ''When did a noble Countess of Helheim become resentful towards the entire bloodline of a man that wronged her. You have always been justful. Don't throw two souls for crime of a man that has no connection to them.'' His voice, despite firmness, had signs of tremble. Worry for his adoptive mother.

''You are scared.'' Her sly smirk has widened. ''But you got a spirit kid. Take this as a favor... no, as a gift.'' Tyr's eyes widened. ''Gift?'' Entire room silenced, only Garmr's growl could be heard. ''Yes, a gift. Why should your mother reach oblivion... just because she served Odin?'' Her voice had a sense of mockery this time. Clearly, not serious. ''I really meant it.'' Tyr manages to stand up, his voice firm and determined. With heavy chains on him. ''...I know you do, Randgrizson...'' She spoke the last time.

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As Thor brings his awakened Mjolnir for Randgriz's unconscious form, a loud metallic sound echoes through the entire Arena. Sol arrived to give her shield Svalinn to Tyr, who used it to tank Geirrod Thor's Hammer. Shield was heated a bit, steaming from the blow. But nothing that could not be wistanded by it... well... for now at least. With Tyr's nod, Sol disappears again, giving Tyr a big kiss. And in the dust, he swings his blade. Walking out of the cloud of dust and sand.