Chapter 10- Devil’s New Body?
"That was... unexpected," Satteus muttered again, quieter this time, raising an eyebrow as he looked towards the phone’s display, where the call had been cut from the other side.
His voice held slight surprise due to the fact that, in the future, the woman he knows wasn’t this reactive even at the toughest of the mockeries. So most probably, he realized that she still had not become the Hela he wanted her to be.
In Hela’s way of saying, it would be something like: She was still a girl, not a woman at all.
"Mmmgh—hhh... P-pl...ea...s..." A woman’s voice, breaking with each breath, reached his ears, yet he stared at the skyline beyond the hospital window.
His other hand, however, told a far different story.
In his left hand, held aloft with effortless control, was a nurse — her white shoes barely scraping the floor, toes twitching in the air as her throat was gripped mercilessly in his palm.
Her name tag dangled helplessly, forgotten — Nurse Ally — her hands clawing at his forearm, nails dragging pale streaks into his skin without leaving a mark.
"Aug--ugh... he-..lp..." she rasped, voice a thin thread through a crushed windpipe, muffled by the force that held her in suspension.
Her legs kicked once, twice, then just trembled, her skirt fluttering slightly with each dying spasm.
Her eyes, wide with disbelief, weren’t just looking at death — they were looking into it.
Because in those last seconds, she saw his face.