Chapter 460: Resurrection

Chapter 460: Resurrection

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As Peter retreated to his room, the intricate preparations for the Valkyries resurrection weighing heavily on his mind, a different drama was unfolding in the grand halls of Asgard. Odin and Frigga, still holding their transformed daughter Hela, were forced to address the kingdom.

Just a day after they had started caring of Hela, rumors began to spread around Asgard, stating that the King, Thor, had a child before marriage. But not only that, it was a child with a Midgargian prostitute, who he had slept with while visiting his brother, Loki, whilst he was still in exile.

So naturally, Odin and Frigga were forced to announce that Hela was their daughter. "Dear people of Asgard," Odin announced with a regal tone, his voice echoing through the vast hall, "Frigga and I are pleased to introduce a new addition to our royal family, our daughter, Hela."

Frigga stepped forward with a glaring, unhappy baby in her arms, who, though still fuming with silent anger, appeared quite adorable in her infant form. Her bald head and toothless gums made her look like any other innocent baby. The Asgardians in attendance gasped in astonishment, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the supposed royal baby.

Hushed whispers and murmurs began to spread among the crowd outside the palace, curiosity and excitement intertwining in the air. Rumors swirled like a tempest, but none who were in the know dared voice the truth... that this was the very psycho who had led an army to attack their beloved realm just days ago.

Thor exchanged a knowing glance with Loki, who stood among the gathered Asgardians with a wry smile playing on his lips. He had, after all, started the outlandish rumors himself, using his talent for mischief to slander his brothers good name.

Loki couldn't help but be amused by the gullibility of the Asgardian populace. They were so easily swayed by the carefully crafted tale his parents were spinning. But beneath his playful facade, he was keenly aware of the real purpose of this charade... to protect Hela, his sister, from the scorn and rejection of the very people she had sought to conquer.

Of course, Odin and Frigga couldn't reveal that Hela is the same person who attacked their home with an undead army. Doing so would invite distrust toward the Royal Family and hate for baby Hela, who they are trying to rehabilitate into a good, normal person. So, they simply told everyone that Hela was a new child, freshly birthed from their former Queen.

And thanks to the fact that Odin completely re-wrote history, erasing Hela from existence, the public easily believed their little lie. And upon hearing the news of a new Royal child, the whole of Asgard began to celebrate.

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Brunnhilde, her heart a mix of hope and anxiety, couldn't contain her restlessness. She knew that the success of this ritual was the only hope of reuniting with her sisters again. Her gaze remained fixed on Peter as he meticulously arranged the remains of her fallen comrades in the center of the ritual circle.

With utmost care, Peter retrieved the Infinity Stones one by one, handling them with care as he placed them around the remains.

The Time Stone would be used to turn the remains back in time to before their tragic demise.

The Soul Stone, holder of the Valkyrie's souls, would restore their essence to their newly resurrected forms.

Finally, the Power Stone, the source of immense energy, would fuel the ritual, providing the necessary force to achieve Peter's ambitious goal.

As Peter levitated the Power Stone into its designated spot, the room seemed to crackle with raw cosmic energy. Odin eyed the Infinity Stones warily, understanding their potential for devastation. Beside him, Loki's greedy gaze was evident, but the memory of Peter's formidable power dissuaded him from any thoughts of theft.

With all the stones in place, Peter stepped back from the ritual lines, his masked visage showing only determination. He turned to the group, his voice resolute. "I'm ready to begin. Brace yourselves, and let's hope we don't blow up Asgard... or the Galaxy..."

The cryptic warning sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers, but before they could voice their concerns, Peter's incantations began. His words flowed like a river of arcane power, resonating with the symbols and patterns etched on the floor. The Infinity Stones responded, their radiance bathing the vast hall in a kaleidoscope of brilliant light.

At the peak of the ritual, a hushed tension filled the air. The pile of Valkyrie remains trembled, and time seemed to reverse itself. Bones and dust slowly coalesced, forming recognizable figures, each one pristine and healthy. The fallen warriors were returning to life, but they remained lifeless, their souls yet to be restored.

Peter, speaking in tongues once more, called upon the Soul Stone. Immediately, amber wisps of energy shot forth from the gem, snaking their way into the lifeless bodies of the Valkyrie. Each wisp was an individual soul, reuniting with their rightful vessels. The air shimmered with magic, and the ritual drew to a close.

Without waiting to know the results, Peter walked over and collected the Infinity Stones, sealing them away in his necklace once more. The weight of responsibility had lifted, replaced by the satisfaction of a mission accomplished. Well, that is if they actually wake up.

The onlookers, their breaths held in anticipation, watched as the Valkyrie lay motionless at the center of the ritual circle. Brunnhilde, in particular, felt her heart pounding in her chest. She prayed for a sign that her sisters were truly alive.

Moments passed, and doubts crept in. Had the ritual failed? But then, as if responding to an unseen cue, one by one, the Valkyrie's eyes shot open. Their bodies jolted upright, taking in a sharp breath of air. The hall filled with a chorus of gasps and exclamations as the resurrected warriors awoke, bewildered yet undeniably alive.

Brunnhilde collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "He actually did it... They're alive!" She exclaimed as she sobbed, barely believing her eyes.

The resurrected Valkyrie, now fully aware of their surroundings, began to sit up, their expressions a mix of confusion and wonder. Brunnhilde couldn't contain her joy as she rushed forward, embracing her newly reborn sisters, who had absolutely no idea what was happening.

A/N: 1700 words :)

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