Pride and Asma : When she knew the truth

Pride belongs to my friend Nate, Asma belongs to me and the whole plot is my idea!

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She lit a cigarette, one of many she would smoke on that day.

It was a nasty habit she successfully got rid of until he came into her life.

He stormed into it, wrecked it to the point that not so much was left behind.

Her life would end. It was plain and simple.

Her life would end so another one can exist. Another one that SHOULD exist.

It suddenly became clear, that there was a missing feeling all these years

One nobody could put their fingers on or even conceptualize: Hope.

There was a taste of fatality in this world, where everything was either written in stone, either not.

But always it had to happen when it had to happen. There was no Hope.

It suddenly became clear why: it was entrapped within her core.

To set it free, give back to mankind Hope, she would have to sacrifice herself.

It would have to come from deep within her, a selfless act, an act of love to break the seal.

Asma didn't know if she was ready to die, not so young, not when nothing was done.

She could hardly believe that it would be it and she would be no more. It couldn't be done.

But at the same time, her death would be noble, it would benefit everyone. It was bigger than her.

It was even worse!

She was scared but pretended she wasn't. She didn't feel like dying so soon when nothing happened.

She had always been alone in her private life, secretive, scared of the world and its pains.

She never got to live anything if it wasn't her passion and the people connected to it.

She painted, she sketched and she exhibited her work, but barely if not rarely engaged with others.

How could she die, when nobody was there at home? When nobody would mourn for her death?

It made her realize how little she lived and how little she actually mattered.

All of a sudden, her life was put into perspective and she realized she hadn't had enough of it.

Would she die so the entity inhabiting her would exist again? Yes, she would, eventually... maybe?

Would she die so the one before she would finally be able to hold his beloved in his arms? Maybe ?

She wasn't a bad soul, she would help him get what he wants, but maybe before she would enjoy life

Maybe before she would leave her print on Earth, make herself relevant.

How to tell that to a SIN? How to explain without him getting annoyed by her trivial needs?

How could she express her fears and disgust and sadness to someone who didn't care?

She didn't know and couldn't say, so she would smoke and contemplate her life and future.

She would sit and smoke and think of all the things she never got to do or dared to dream about

She would sit and smoke and maybe cry for all the lives she'd never have.

Or maybe she would tell him and they'd figure out a way to make it happen.

Or maybe she would tell him...

If only

If only......

it's okay to be sad

Personal piece I did back at the hospital. 

I was very frustrated that day and needed to vent as much as I could. she's just a random girl, feeling a random emotion that really did not want to come out. It worked though! 

Another day has come -Angst/depression/vent piece

And then we must rejoice for another day has come

Another day filled with the unshed tears of the day before

A powerful feeling of loneliness that no one can understand, not even me

Has washed upon me, forcefully tearing apart any last feeling of fulfillment

And I watch from afar others living the life I could have lived

If only I wasn't the person I ended up to be,

If only I wasn't the person I couldn't help but be

But then we must rejoice for another day has come

Adding up to the endless list of days that passed, happy or bitter ones

Tomorrow could be happier, tomorrow could be brighter

And the Lord must forgive me for I am not ready

I don't know how it feels when one is extremely happy

Bits and pieces here and there, that's what I allow myself to take

For I know, at last, how it feels when everything is gone and when I'm too late!

I watched the world burn Eugene x Victoria

(OST : monster of God-Hellsing)

A/N: My babiiiiiiiies!!! This is the very last chapter of their romance! My werewolf and my seer succeeded in bringing revolution to such a cruel world and set their people free in spite of them dying! I was so sad when I wrote this one but it was cathartic <3 I hope you will dig it!

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 I watched as the world burned. My world turned into ashes, slipped through my fingers.

Eugene painfully crawled towards Victoria's weakened body. He was still in his werewolf form, bleeding through open wounds caused by silver bullets. None of these wounds were on their own fatal to the supernatural creature, but he knew that all of them would probably cause his death. He was ready to die, for he gave all of his might during the last battle that opposed the tyrants of this world to the people. He ignited that fire with the help of the first and last seer, Victoria, who despite being blind, joined him in battle. She exhausted herself while trying to protect people and ultimately rushed to her death in her last attempt to save this world when she transformed into a powerful entity and wiped the tyrants and their soldiers off this world. She pushed herself to her limits and knew there was no recovery from it. Death already waited for both of them but she refused to go without holding Eugene one last time in her arms. The werewolf, half-transformed, put his bloody head on her lap and let a weak growl escape from his mouth so she would know he was right next to her. A soft and cold hand landed on top of his skull and she gently massaged it. A soft smile crept on her lips and her face had a serene expression on it.

« We did good Eugene! We did well. »

« I know. I didn't think we'd pull this through, but you set your people free. » She chuckled at his statement.

« /we/ set /our/ people free, just as it was prophesized. Do you think it was Fate guiding us or do you think we made our own decisions? » She asked, still in a quiet voice but he could perceive worry in it.

« We made our own decisions! From the day you decided to escape from the Tyrants to this day when we put our lives on the balance. » He replied, breathing heavily as the wounds on his torso were making it difficult for him to breathe.

« Aah... so our love is real then... » She sounded relieved and he smiled at her words.

« You are the telepath here. You'd know if it wasn't. » He said with a light chuckle. He forced his arms to move so he could wrap them around her waist and pull her closer to his frame. She gently stroked the back of his neck and his shoulders.

« You have a point.....Do you have any regrets? » He shook his head.

« Not a single one... you? » He declared with confidence.

« Same... » She paused and sunk her nails into his shoulder.

Truth be told, she had a better life than she could have ever dreamed of. She broke free from her condition of a slave that forced her to use her powers in ways she would never want to. She was lonely at the time and even thought she would die alone. How strange life could be!! Not only did Victoria gather enough courage to break free, but she met Eugene who, just like her, was different and unique. She had powerful psychic powers in a world where nobody ever is different and he was a werewolf. Never did they discuss how it happened. Nobody knew why Eugene was a werewolf, nobody knew why Victoria had all these powers. It simply was. She was the very first to bond with him and he knew their relationship would be the only one he would care about. His first... and his last. They would die together, as heroes, in a world that saw them as outcasts. What better revenge could they have asked for ?

People were starting to realize that the war was over and they won their freedom. They started to cheer and celebrate all over the planet and the radio informed everyone of the new future that was ahead of them. It quickly became white noise for the couple and Victoria cocked her head to the side, allowing her silky pink mane to stroke the nose of her lover.

« Are you afraid, beloved ? » She asked, still petting Eugene's head. He nodded quietly, holding her body tighter.

« Only of not being with you in the Aftermath. »

« It won't happen. I promise. » She tried to reassure him, still unable to say if they would be together or if Fate would do them apart. She did experience near-death but never actually knew how would it be once she would die. Her hand intwined with one of his huge paws and she bent forward, enough for her face to touch his shoulder blades. « I had a good life Eugene. It started when I met you. »

« Mine finally meant something when my eyes were laid on you. I really am a lucky man. »

« We're both lucky . Eugene..can you sing for me one last time ? » She requested, her voice became weaker and he knew that she would be the first to die so he nodded and started to sing a ballad. It was the very ballad he wrote about them during one of their trips. She loved this song so much that usually whenever she was anxious, the young seer requested this song from him and he would indulge in her request. The story of the song was full of passion and optimism. It was the tale of heroes who saved the world while people cheered. It was a song full of acceptance and love. It was the perfect goodbye song. He kept singing, even when he heard her exhale her last breath and sang until the song was over. Even then, he mumbled the tune of the song, lovingly until his lungs collapsed and he couldn't sing anymore.

The people who fought alongside them, suddenly realized that their heroes were nowhere to be found and searched for them. It is said that when they found the bodies, Eugene had reverted back to his human form and was holding the frail and sweet Victoria in his powerful big arms. Both of them were smiling and people said that the rain didn't even want to bother their happiness and spared their spot so they were dry while everything else was soaked with rain. Others said that they looked as if they simply fell asleep and one could even be fooled and believe they weren't dead.

I watched as the world burned. I died in peace knowing I saved the future and I would be with her.

Pride and Asma : Sinful dreams

A/N: I do love writing about these two:) <3 <3 always working further on their backstory and this one is filled with information. I can't wait to have basic human!Asma adjusts to being some reincarnation and what it truly implies for her. So far, she doesn't know anything but you know my love for tragedy <3

Asma belongs to me

Pride belongs to my friend <3 

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She had dreams she wouldn't tell him but he already knew about them. It wasn't too difficult to figure out why she wouldn't want to share these. How could you tell someone you've just met that you dreamed of them in intimate situations? How would you tell them that you heard their groans, felt their hands roam over your body and their comforting weight over yourself? How would you tell them about the kisses and nibbles and the delightful sensation of being one? You've never heard of them before, only saw them in your dreams. That was the situation Asma was in. She couldn't tell a word to the SIN, although her entire being was burning with a fever she barely understood. It wasn't hers. She didn't feel this intense craving for the joy of flesh before her awakening but ever since he appeared to her, it was almost seeping into her whole being. The craving of his touch, the yearning of an embrace. It embarrassed her and she quickly ignored her turmoil to focus on more important matters.

If he'd known, he wouldn't judge her. Actually, he shared the same dreams, the same memories. He would remember her soothing presence in his private quarters. The soft voice of hers reaching out to him and tearing him off of his grim duties. He would feel her warmth radiate from her and would automatically be drawn to it, to the point that it happened he requested her not to visit him in the underworld so he could complete his duty. He remembered her laughter and if anything, he was missing it the most. Days in the underworld were dull and grey but the moment she appeared, the moment he forgot about everything. It felt strange to be so connected to someone, even more so that this special someone belonged to an arch-nemesis race of gods. Pride contemplated her current meatsuit. If it wasn't for the lack of body markings, the fact she was very small compared to their real forms, the fact she was even more demure and collected than his lover intrigued him but also made him miss Elpis even more. His beloved was unique! She was so close and yet unreachable.

He would remember the day she acknowledged her feelings for him. Elpis was a very passionate woman who rarely waited for the good opportunity to say things or experience them. Her growing feelings for an entity that was supposed to be an enemy were bothering her at first. What should she do? Ayasha and Ishtar could certainly never know about her feelings but it was the least of her issues. The Seven SINS were infamously known among the primeval and new gods as Godslayers. Their magic was a powerful one, able to rival their own and the very entity that created them, HADES. He was also infamously known for seeking revenge and destruction over his peers. So, they weren't welcome and the gods tried their best to come up together with a plan to destroy them. Earth was chosen to be a neutral field, where both gods and the SINS would influence the fragile creatures that inhabited it: HUMANS. Gods would shape them, breathe life into them and into their surroundings but the SINS were free to influence them. The pink haired goddess of Hope, who was the daughter of the Elder gods of Life and Death, very often visited the place. She enjoyed the flora and fauna but was even more curious about these humans and their cultures. She would walk the Earth in order to bask in the glory of human creations and would very often stop by forests and other natural landscapes to rest and observe the work of her mother. They met by accident. One day she fell asleep in the forest and woke up to him, standing next to her and studying her.

They came a long way from this very first time seeing one another and guilt filled her heart as well as doubt. Pride wasn't exactly very open about his feelings. He barely acknowledged these unless they translated perfectly his annoyance or anger towards any other creatures. Joy, Love and any similar feeling were hidden deep down of his core and she was wondering if he ever felt them. The SIN tolerated her presence next to him, or so she thought. He accepted to listen to her and her findings of the world of men. He would always indulge in watching her dance or sing or create light shows with her magic but she never saw him smile and they never discussed their relationship. What could there be, except for them to simply study one another?

They often went on adventures in the Old World. The former dimension where gods originated from that was destroyed with the birth of the Seven SINS. There, she would take him to ruins of her pantheon and tell him about her life there before he was born and he would listen dutifully, almost religiously as she explained how things were before he existed. One day, they were attacked by echoes -remnants of the past, infected by the SINS negative essence and fatal for her- and he saved her, which prompted her to kiss him. There was the beginning of their relationship. They grew even closer, without any of them realizing that they needed one another. Joys of flesh were a bonus, although he didn't really grasp how important this was to her given the fact he was her first and only lover by choice. He had partners before her and even during their time together until he realized that he didn't want to have many because he only wanted one: Elpis.

Pride would never quite know how she worked up the courage to come to him and confront him about their relationship but she did. One day he was in their special spot on Earth where no humans would ever be, she teleported and started to throw a tantrum. She would scream about how nonsensical their relationship was, about how doomed she was if she couldn't think of having another mate, a more acceptable mate she could introduce to her family. He watched her pace fast around him and suddenly, he felt it. The jealousy of seeing her with another entity. It struck him like lightning but still, he kept his composure and said no words. She realized he was upset, noticed the slight change in his eyes and decided to keep talking half in order to provoke him and also, half because she was scared of the outcome of such a relationship. She mentioned how forbidden their relationship was and how her family would try to kill him if they knew.

She pointed out the fact his siblings didn't seem to care but for her, it was just because they thought it wasn't serious. She even told him how hurt she felt when Lust informed her that he was having affairs after affairs while they were together.  Pride felt anger cross his mind and surprisingly, he wasn't angry at Lust for telling Elpis, he was angry at him for causing Elpis such troubles and the more he thought about it, the more his eyes glowed an intense shade of blue. She kept spitting her words, telling the SIN that he actually never cared about her feelings and can't care about them because he has none. That he's just using her for entertainment since he cheated on her with so many other entities. She blamed herself for being blinded by her own feelings for him and not seeing that he was unable to return them and there again, talked about how better it would be if she simply found a suitor her family would approve of. One she would accept in her heart and in her bed. Her voice broke and his heart along with his patience too.

He grabbed her shoulders and started to shake them, uttering his refusal to see her with another than him. Shocked and confused, the goddess looked at the SIN and shook her head, sneering at him at « how possessive » he suddenly was and that she didn't need someone to tell her what she could or couldn't do since he didn't care about her at all. Elpis then put her hand over his chest and quietly told him that he should simply let her go and she would leave him be and that if falling in love with him was a mistake, it was one she was glad to have made. She admitted it loud and clear without an ounce of regret and this shook him even more. He was so used to being rejected because of what he was, or used for what he was, that he cruelly missed the point of Elpis affections. She never had a hidden agenda with him and genuinely cared about the SIN. He realized that even in the throes of passion, she was being true to herself.

« It should end quickly and nicely Pride. I do know you do not share my feelings and it is okay. »

« It is not. You are crying because of me. » He pointed out, but she shook her head and cleaned the few tears that escaped from her eyes.

« It is okay. We can't fight who we are. I am a primeval goddess and you are a SIN. What was I thinking when I fell for you? You are to be my enemy and we are to fight one another someday during a war I wouldn't want. We are doomed either way...so it is very welcome if you don't love me back so you wouldn't be in pain if we were to battle. I would be easily resolved to fighting you.. if we were to battle. » She sounded detached for the very moment, and Pride noticed that she was lying to herself and to him. Torn at the sight of his beloved being tormented by her emotions, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace.

« Fear not, beloved. Fear not because your feelings are returned. It took me a while to realize I was experiencing love. It took me too long to open my eyes. It took you to come before me with a broken heart and resignation. » Still shocked that he actually acknowledged his feelings, the goddess of Hope grabbed his clothes and shook her head.

« You could have talked to me about it. I would have helped you through this. Pride, I know you don't experience things the way I do. I know we are different from one another.. but I am willing to walk half-way if you meet me there too. Together we can understand each other. Together we can learn from one another and grow. I... feel relieved you do feel the same. » She added while streams of tears were covering her delicate face. He stroked it and petted her hair, she styled in a pink afro.

« I am now.. I will walk all the way with you, hand in hand beloved. We are different and our relationship is unique. All I know is that I can't and won't accept a world without you. »

« What about our families? The SINS would never accept me because they think I am changing you. »

« I will deal with them. » He said with resolve in his voice.

« What about my family? They will hunt you down... I-I won't let it happen. » Her voice faltered and he tightened his embrace.

« Let them come. I will show them why I am the most fearsome of the seven SINS. »

« I.. I hope we won't have to come to such an extreme but I will always be by your side beloved. »

« So will I, beloved. » He replied to her.

He would always remember the day she claimed her feelings for him but he would never forget the nights of passion they shared either. He felt the craving for her supple flesh, for her muffled moans and the warmth and slickness of her inner walls. He felt the need to grab her hair and pull it, of sinking his fingers into the flesh of her plump bottom and make her arch her back in response. His bed felt empty, her scent was gone after millennia without her presence and all that was of her was her meatsuit he luckily found before she died. He would never tell her about those memories unless she brought them in a conversation, not because he was ashamed, but because he was extremely possessive of these and refused that anyone, not even her reincarnation, had access to these. Yet, he knew she had those dreams and given how curious she seemed to be, she would ask about it one way or the other and he would delight himself in watching her embarrassed reactions to the voluptuous and rich intimacy that linked him to the goddess trapped within her.