Hellfire Crown by Meg Xuemei X.

CHAPTER 6

Hellen, Asgardian Goddess

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once upon a time, I’d been promised to be the Queen of the Underworld, who would decide the fates of the souls dumped in my realm.

But Hel, my illegitimate sister, had acted before me and found the hidden realm.

Fortunately, the harpy didn’t become its queen as she’d schemed. The devil despised the weakling and had discarded her after using her.

Heartbroken, Hel had returned to Asgard, which was her third mistake. Her first sin, of course, was to be born. Second, she shouldn’t have tried to steal my birthright. Upon the night of her return, I’d murdered her brutally and stolen her memories.

I learned that she’d disguised herself as a mortal woman and gotten herself knocked up by the Lord of the Underworld. She gave birth to an heir, but she couldn’t handle the fallen archangel who still pined after his former queen.

I spat at my half-sister’s failing. She had always let men walk all over her.

I could handle Lucifer just fine, and I wanted the title of the Queen of the Underworld that had been promised to me a long time ago.

Before I gathered my entourage and set out to claim my destiny, Ragnarö, the son I’d had with King Thrym, came to me and brought me a piece of interesting information. He offered me one of his conquered kingdoms if I delivered him his estranged bride, who was hiding in the fiery realm as the new King of the Underworld’s latest bitch.

I’d never seen my son fuming as much as when he’d spat out the name of the new king, my sister’s son. It was almost funny. It turned out Loki had replaced Lucifer.

My poor Ragnarö was all hard ice like the Frost God, his father. One realm he could never trespass in or conquer was the realm of the inferno. 

Things got even more interesting when Lucifer, the devil, intercepted me and offered to make me his queen if I finished off his rebellious son. He was still hiding from his psycho ex-wife, the bitch’s Titan daughter, and his own son. He swore he was ready to take back the Underworld and his archdemons would do anything to assist me.

I had my own plans. I look out only for myself, like every god and goddess.

First, I’d check out my nephew.

So, here I was, finally in the realm of Hell, watching all the players in the pre-party of the third trial. I took the form of a demoness guard, and no one knew who I was. Both Hel and I had inherited our father’s shifting power, but Hel had never gotten the hang of it, hence her downfall.

An ambitious and lustful king with his foolish Underworld Bride Trials.

But the new king looked delicious sitting on the black-gold throne with a smirk on his sensual lips. I wondered what those lips could do for a goddess like me.

He was different than any of the Asgardian gods, even with the Asgardian royal blood running in his veins. My sister had even named her son after our father.

This Loki was beyond handsome with a cruel, ruthless look forged from pain. His viciousness only added masculine charm to his sensuality. He was the most sensual male I’d ever seen with the terrifying power of the Underworld pulsing in his bloodstream.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo over a white shirt and tailored, wrinkleless pants, which was the preferred Earth style of high-class males. I did not care for the fashion, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his perfect physique wrapped inside the package.

It displeased me that other women also ogled the new king with scorching lust, but I couldn’t exactly blame them. Sex appeal oozed from his every pore, which was part of his demonic power.

Lust I hadn’t felt for a century swirled to life, roaring in me. My panties were soaked the next instant. This king would serve me well in bed. My new plan started to form around him. I wouldn’t assassinate him as long as he didn’t piss me off too much.

The good thing was that I hadn’t accepted Lucifer’s contract, as I’d paid him only lip service. To be honest, the devil had been a bit of a disappointment in bed. But his son had everything a woman needed.

I’d take the new handsome devil as my consort.

I leaned against the wall, staying nearly invisible and relishing the boy’s gorgeous face and damn hot body.

He ran a strong hand over his midnight hair. His lush eyelashes fluttered as he laughed, yet he was utterly predatory. His voice, dark and velvety, rolled off his tongue with a purr, which made my pussy walls tighten.

The male was exactly my type. And now I didn’t regret coming late to the party. It was never the father but the son who was meant to be my consort.

It didn’t matter that he was my sister’s son.

We gods and goddesses are far beyond any mortal’s concept of incest and cardinal sin. No rules apply to us. No laws in the universe bind us.

Whatever we like, we take without any remorse, and often with violence and deception.

And now, I coveted both the fiery realm of the Underworld and its magnificent, sexy new king.

I pictured licking his golden honey skin and letting his cruel, sensual lips do wicked and naughty things, with his head buried between my creamy white thighs.

I’d ride him day and night when I became his queen.

I’d be his queen, so I’d play his aggressive game of the Underworld Bride Trials and come out a champion.

The only inconvenience was that Tess Morrigan. Loki kept darting his bedroom eyes at the cheap little whore in a black dress that was simple yet sexy. She hadn’t gone for an elaborate style like the other women in the ballroom. I could see why. She was expecting danger and battle at every turn. I spotted a few weapons strapped to her person under her gown, with the aid of my X-ray sight.

I chuckled quietly to myself. Her antics were understandable after my powerful, twisted son had caged and played with her. But when I caught Loki eyeing the pretty little thing with longing, I dropped my amusement and hissed in displeasure. The little whore had no business here. She was my son’s property.

Ragnarö was obsessed with Tessa Morrigan, as was Loki. She had the war goddess’s potent blood and power in her; she even carried both ice and flame. That was probably why my son wanted her. He coveted her hidden and precious fire, as he was all cold, hard ice.

Ironically, she’d escaped his world of frost to find the flame in the King of the Underworld.

But this little squirrel couldn’t hold a candle to my flame, as one of the most powerful Asgardian goddesses. Once Loki had me, once his mighty cock entered my sweet goddess hole, he’d want no one else.

First thing’s first, I had to remove her.

I must snuff out the little whore to allow my plan to click into place.

She’d fight tooth and nail. And she had the dark Morrigan power. But didn’t I love a little challenge?

And it was always fun to plant doubts here and there.

Seduction.

Divide. Destroy. And conquer.

The game started now.