Pride and Asma : UNIVERSE ! Characters, Artifacts and Mythos

A/N : Massive update since 2018!

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ARTIFACTS AND PLACES : (

I'll complete and will add information as we go by.

• The Underworld: Home of the Seven Deadly Sins. It's the realm of the Undead. Former king: Hades. Current King: Pride.
• The Prima Donna: The Primeval God realm. Once, the most beautiful place of all existence and now in shambles due to the war that broke after Elpis was cursed by Ishtar
• Earth: The neutral ground where Sins and Gods can interact with humans. Usually, the mortal realm is used for War.
• The Garden of Everything: The garden where ¨Pride and Elpis first met. It's a place on Earth that had since been replaced by human buildings.
• The Dagger of Fate: It's the dagger used by Ishtar to curse Elpis. It's said to be the only weapon able to kill a primeval god (former owner(s): Ayasha, Ishtar, Leviathan (current owner : Pride)
• Khaos : A sword forged in the Hades by Pride. It's a god-slayer sword, which entraps the essence of any creature/god stained with and absorb its power. Only Pride can wield it.
• Omega : Elpis Scythe. Still has to be forged by Pride. It will help her take the essence of gods/creatures out of their vessel and therefore make them more vulnerable to her own powers.

The Seven SINS (or simply sins) 

SINS were created by Hades in order to slay the gods of the Olympian Pantheon so he could rule over Olympus. But he changed his mind and wanted to expand his power to other Pantheons as well. He was later eliminated by Pride who took over the Underworld.

 Pride/Superbia:  (The first main character of this story, N.'s character.) The current king of the Underworld,  Was in a relationship with Elpis but forgot about her for millennia due to a curse and after being unmade by Hades. Succeeded in breaking her curse and setting her free. Unpredictable, always keep everyone second-guessing him, is extremely stubborn and quick to anger. He is known for being finicky and a Total Diva. He's also perfect and amazing! His ambition knows no bounds. He's hellbent on getting revenge on Elpis' pantheon. But he doesn't want to stop there. He wants to conquer the universe.

Lust/ Luxuria: Alive – It is an ally of Pride.
Gluttony/Gula: Deceased
Sloth/Acedia: Deceased
Greed/Avaritia: Deceased
Wrath/Ira: Deceased
Envy/Invidia : Deceased



Mythos  & Other pantheons  

Other Pantheons :

• Almost all of them have been destroyed due to Hades' expansionist ideas. Only surviving ones are the Indian, some native American and aboriginal ones, and some African pantheons. They were spared because they didn't oppose Hades and are the very few polytheist religions still existing.  (the Indian and Yoruba Mythologies being the most visible of them all)

• One of them almost self-destruct: it's the Primeval gods pantheon. The Primeval gods were the first gods to ever exist. Gaea for example, is responsible for all life in the universe and therefore left untouched during conflicts. Elpis relationship with the Sin kickstarted their destruction when Ishtar, the god of war, stabbed her with the dagger of fate. War broke between those who sided with Ishtar and those who disapproved of his actions and only a few survived : Update: Only 4 major gods remain for now: Ayasha the Goddess of Knowledge, Gaea the goddess  of Life, Ishtar the god of War, and  Elpis the goddess of Hope

*Mythos : Mythos isn't always true in that case. Some of them are legends, some of them are ancient rules and some of them actually happened. We can expand or reduce the number of Mythos :) I do usually remember what I wrote in RP but I'll keep that list up to date to be more accurate:p


1. SINS and GODS have a neutral ground on Earth. They can influence humans to behave in a certain way.  (True,) 
2. Elpis destroyed the Summerian Pantheon while being the goddess of Despair because they disrespected the All-Father and herself. (True! Yes she did, the stories talking about babel Tower and how it crumbled were written after her) 
3. SINS can't have sex with each other. (True... Although it's more a matter of « Don't want to. »)
4. Only the dagger of Fate can kill a primeval god (False! Ishtar used it to curse Elpis into a never-ending cycle of reincarnation. God-killer weapons of great power can defeat them. Khaos for example,)
5. The Primeval god's realm is called Prima Donna(yes, it's true. It has other names that are now forgotten) 
6. When a goddess is a virgin, anyone who takes her claims her as theirs regardless of the circumstances. (Ares said so to Elpis when he tried to force himself on her. It was true in the past but fortunately, it is /not/ anymore) 
7. SINS can't be destroyed (Before it was true, But Pride found a way to kill his siblings with Khaos) 
8. Pride doesn't feel anything (this is a recurring idea that keeps running among the primeval gods and surviving pantheons. It fuels their fear and justifies their hatred. It's FALSE.) 
9. Elpis natural/basic powers don't work on gods who aren't deemed « evil » unless she turns into the elder goddess of despair which is extremely limited by the level of her fear. (what happened with Ares, however, this is not true anymore. The power of Light and Life can be extremely destructive).

10. Gaea is un-killable : (False!  She can be killed and Elpis might just prove it)

PRIMEVAL GODS

They are the very first gods. They existed before anything else in the universe -save for the universe itself- and because of it, they are insanely powerful.

Ayasha the goddess of Knowledge, the real villain, and mastermind who hides behind Ishtar and manipulates him to have him do her bidding. She is power-hungry and has always wanted to be on top of everything and everyone. Her real goal is to become the All-Mother and only leader of Earth and to achieve her goal she would need to make sure every gods and creature die. Her ambition might be her downfall. Ayasha's true form has golden skin with white sparkles on her hands and things. She has golden sclera and green irises and wears only a loincloth. Her meat suit is a white green-eyed blonde woman with a slender figure.

Gaea the goddess of Life: Gaea is the first goddess that ever existed, she's the mother of the other pantheons and of life on every solar system they visited. She is neutral by essence and didn't take part in any of their conflicts. She is hiding somewhere on Earth and remains hidden. Her appearance varies according to her mood and the cultures that worship her.

Ishtar the god of War, is the main antagonist of this story. The very embodiment of war. He took it really badly the fact his sister chose a SIN to mate with because he wanted to be the one she chose. Self-claimed All-father he's now trying to prevent Elpis from coming back as well as finding a way to destroy the sins and avenge himself; Ishtar's true form is tall, with the skin as dark as the night and white sparkles all over his body like stars. His eyes are black, completely. He has long silver hair and wears either a loin cloth or more official clothes. His meat suit is of a brunet with short hair, and a strong athletic body. He hates Pride MORE than anything else in the universe and wants his demise.

Khrön the messenger/god of communication : Deceased (killed by Ayasha)

Sitäa the goddess of love: Deceased (killed by Ayasha)

Leviathan, the god of the Ocean: Deceased (Killed by Pride)

Elpis the goddess of Hope : (Second main character.) Her skin is black (chocolate) with golden sparks, her hair is pink and her eyes are bumblebee-like. She is known as the sweetest and warmest goddess of all Pantheons (save Gaea). She is also known for her tantrums and destructive angry fits. She is a very important goddess on Earth for Hope drives a lot of people to change their situation, sometimes for the best and sometimes for the worst. Without her, Fate became the supreme ruler, so she has to be restored. She was cursed by her brother for millennia but managed to scratch the seal and make herself known to Pride; Her vessel, Asma is a doppelgänger of the goddess and shares some similarities to her but that's about it. Elpis gave up everything to be with Pride and is willing to embrace the consequences as long as she is with him. She is inherently good and extremely loyal to Pride

pride and Asma: the Oath

I am the light to your darkness.
I used to be. 

you might have forgotten about me for millennia but it truly is my willpower and my love for you that made me resist all this time.
It is my love for you that drives me.

I know you have forgotten about me, at least up until you remembered and I am aware that you can't feel the way you did.

I long for the day I could be free from my human flesh prison. I long for the day I could hold your hand but more importantly, I long for the day I could get my revenge on my siblings.

I remember a past that is no more, feels so real and vivid that they're hurting millennia after.
I can't undo what they did but I can surely make them pay for it. I will slay all of them, save for mother Gaea to keep a balance on Earth. I will kill each and every remaining god that is standing in our way and bathe in their blood.

In the past, you used to refuse to let me give too much into my anger and turn into the primeval goddess of despair but I want nothing more but to avenge both of us.

They try to suffocate my light,
Strangle it until there was nothing left of it.
They stole you from me, they stole our future.
As much as your own siblings trying to kill you.
I won't allow it Superbia. I won't allow your death.

I will restore Hope in this world that had been led by Fate for far too long.

I will find you again.

I will find you always 

Dean and Oya: afterglow

A/N: all the usual disclaimer! 
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Breathe, fill your lungs with fresh air. Breathe in the realness of it all. Oya's heart was still beating so hard after she finally made her fantasy come true. her heart was racing against her ribcage from both the fatigue but also from the realization of what jus thappened and the fact she stayedin the same bed as Dean. Oya usually left.she didn't do the small talk, let alone glanced twice at her one night stand. She left because the faceless they remained, the easier she would forget about them but circumstances were different. it was a friend. He was friend. a very handsome and sexy friend.

Breathe, fill your lungs with air, breath it in. She gently stroked his cheek and grinned at him, catching her breath from their romp and thinking to herself that it actually wasn't as terrible as she feared it would be. He wasn't a nobody, he was a face she knew. he was someone whose back she'll always have when they were working a case. He was someone who could ask for her help and she would jump on her bike and ride it until she found him and his brother. He understood her life and she knew she didn't have to explain herself about her job or how odd she acted. She had been lusting after him for weeks now and thought that maybe after she had had a taste of him, she would stop thinking about him but here was the trick. it didn't satiate her. she didn't want to stop at just one time. she wanted more. It wasn't an excruciating need but it was there. lingering on the surface.

It didn't scare her because so far, there was no need to be scared. Her fingers ran over his chest as a soft warm filled her heart as she looked into his green eyes. She wouldn't speak but instead would smile at him. Playfully she wrapped her leg over his and leaned her forehead against his.

"I do want a redo some other time." She would say in a playful voice. "Cause I want to remember how I'm feeling right now." she paused and tilted her head to the side, her jet black locks falling onto her nose. "And make sure it wasn't the beginners' luck!" she added in a teasing tone. He chuckled and nodded.

"Sure. I would be stupid not to do it again." which made her laugh and lean her head against the mattress.

Breathe, fill your lungs with air, breathe it in.Oya closed her eyes, relishing in the pleasant sensation of having him against her while her fingers mind-absently stroked his chest. It felt good, it felt incredibly good and comforting. she let a nice silence settle in between them, thinking that it was perfect they way it was. they would get that witch first hour in the morning but tonight she would sleep on her own two ears. For the first time. 

Stupid feelings SPN

A/N: All usual disclaimer! SPN belongs to their owner, Oya belongs to me. Why did she have to fall in love with Dean? 

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Right after she was done with the cute waiter she met moments ago, Oya sat on the bed. Her black locks were clinging to her face and neck and she was still catching her breath back. Knocked out by a day of work, the waiter was sleeping on the motel's bed she'd been renting for a couple of days. She sighed and stood up, her tank top and pants were on the floor, mixed with her one night stand's clothes. She tossed them aside, grabbed her garbs and left to the bathroom. It was quite like it usually was when she just had sex. The African hunter couldn't just stay and cuddle with her lovers until the next morning. Cuddling would mean breakfast and share a breakfast with a piece of meat definitely wasn't what Oya wanted. It would humanize them, it would put a name on them and would force her to reflect on herself. The worst part would be them trying to understand why she acted the way she did because strangely enough, men still believed it was a behavior exclusive to them while in fact, they were wrong.

She put her tank top back on and her panties, brushed her teeth and wet her face to clean it up from the sweat. Her phone rang, informing her of a text she received. As she glanced at her screen and noticed it was Sam who was checking on her, Oya groaned painfully and leaned against the sink. She loved Sam like a brother, he was the one who looked after her, checked her, made sure she didn't need any help. They kept contact after the first hunt they did together and never stopped talking ever since. It was easy to him, she couldn't really explain how or why but she didn't need any explanation. He was easy to be with and talk to and she even allowed herself to joke around and send him pleasantries during her trips. Tonight, however, a text from him felt like a slap in her face. During her passionate romp with the waiter, she moaned Dean's name. If it happened just once, it would have been fine but the waiter corrected her that his name was Sean and not Dean but she didn't care. She kept calling him Dean, the more he fucked her, the more she saw the other Winchester in her mind. It wasn't Sean's lips that kissed her, it wasn't Sean's hands that pinned her against the mattress. It wasn't his dick that drilled into her petite core, no.. it was Dean, all of Sean was all of Dean. It stimulated the waiter who went harder on her as if he wanted to leave his mark and make her forget about this Dean but it only fueled her fantasy of the handsome brother.

She buried it in the back of her head, thinking that maybe if she ignored this blatant sign of affection towards Dean, then she wouldn't have to search for her and put a name on it. She wouldn't have to make those feelings real. The text, unfortunately, forced her to realize she in fact fantasized on the older brother. Her eyes grew wide as panic slowly settled in and she ran her hands through her thick black mane. It couldn't be. Her heart started to race and she clutched at her tank top. Her eyes filled themselves with unshed tears as a wave of sadness started to engulf her. She didn't want to fall in love, she couldn't really. Since her fiancé was possessed and she had to kill him with her own two hands, the African hunter refused to endure the same traumatic experience. The life of a hunter was short and Dean had already lost his life several times already. She was aware that if he died again, he wouldn't come back, it would be forever. He wasn't invincible and since he loved to dive head first in danger, Dean would likely die first. The thought of losing him cross her mind and hurt Oya who clutched at her top harder.

There was a reason she ran away from the Winchesters. Aside from her searching for her brother, it also was because she needed to clear her head and run away from Dean. Even now, in this bathroom, Oya was thinking of him finding her again in the room, finding her hyperventilating and being upset and wrap his large hand around her neck to pull her into a comforting hug. She needed Dean.. but refused to acknowledge it. He had that reassuring vibe going on, the kind that made her believe tomorrow would be better. He had that smile she couldn't forget, that gave her a lasting memory. A smile she wanted to see more and more. A chuckle she wanted to hear. A gleam in his eye when they talked mechanics and cars. It was brutal for the woman who turned around to wash once again her face with cold water. Dean never saw that side of her, the panic-filled side of her that made her act irrationally. He never saw her act sweet and softly and yet seeing him elicited an urge to behave that way whenever he was around. She felt the urge to protect him, make him feel comfortable, ease his pain. It couldn't be. She thought having sex would be enough, the closest to intimacy she would ever need. It became mechanical, a little bit like those junkies who shot themselves with drugs in order to get high. It only lasted a moment but after this, there was emptiness. Nothing. She realized how empty her life was since she met the Winchesters.

In Cameroon things were different, you could start a family, you could make hunting your job. It was respected because people were used to the supernatural. They lived in it before colons arrived, and since the country became independent. It was part of their lives so it wasn't shocking. But they died, old seasoned hunters died when Amaya broke free. there was nothing left there. Hunting her brother and killing him for the death of their mother was the only goal she had. The only purpose left. After this what would happen to her? Revenge was only sweet when it was served but then she would have to mourn for these deaths, including her brother's. She would have to find a new purpose in her life, she would want to settle. But could she? Did she want to? She ran her hand through her hair once again, disheveling herself some more as she received yet another text from Sam, this time being worried since she didn't answer him. She walked in circles in the bathroom and pulled her pants on to give herself a false feeling of accomplishment and then looked at herself in the mirror.

Oya was used to shit happening to her. She let herself love once and lost everything, her mother, her brother, and her fiancé. She allowed herself to be vulnerable and even plan ahead but it was shattered. Her father then died a slow and painful death and she watched him as he withered away. Oya never mourned for any of these deaths, not even her father's and therefore hadn't given herself time to heal. Since then she only knew shit. Between the lives, she wasn't able to save, the failed hunts, the loneliness that crept up and filled her heart, Oya realized that she had nothing for her. Nothing at all. No one either. Feelings, no matter how deep you buried them in your heart, would always find a way to burst out and they did that night. It was painful, it was so painful that she couldn't stop hyperventilating and feel like her heart was going to explode. Dean was overwhelming her and she tried so hard to remove him from her mind and her heart. They weren't meant to be. They weren't meant to be and he wouldn't even want her. It was a truism for the young woman. He would never look at her the same way she would look at him. He would never consider her more than a bit of fun, a little extra to add to the day. She was aware of it, but couldn't think of anything else than « he is not into girls like me. ». It wasn't a matter of physique. Oya was damn proud of herself. She knew she was gorgeous, she knew she was sexy and desirable, she knew she could drive men and women alike crazy so it wasn't a physical issue. It was a mental issue. They were both a mess. Him more than she would ever be though and she was convinced that two negatives couldn't make a positive. He wouldn't want her because she wasn't a bright light in his darkness. He wouldn't want her because she failed at saving lives because she doubted herself and freaked out because she was probably very soft inside. He wouldn't want to spend time trying to reassure her, he wouldn't want to spend time holding her hand or giving her a hug. He wouldn't.

She looked at her reflection once again and snarled in disgust at the sight of it. Since when did you become this soft Oya? Look at you having a panic attack because you realized you were falling in love with a walking wound just like you. She punched the mirror, instantly regretting it as she broke it and hurt her hand in the process. She bit back a scream and hissed as her hand was in sharp pain. She looked at her phone that was on the sink, next to the tap and wrinkled her nose as she saw Sam's name appearing on it. He was calling her since she didn't answer his texts, just to make sure she was okay. She ran her hand through her hair and opened the water to wash away the blood from her hand. Her eyes were staring at the screen as he kept calling her and she debated whether or not she should pick it up. She dried her hands with the towel and grabbed her phone. Then silence. He stopped calling. She sighed in relief and swallowed a lump. Then he called again, which stressed the woman even more. He was insisting and she didn't have the heart not to take his call, so she put the phone against her lips and her other hand at the back of her neck. The phone vibed over and over again in her hand and her eyes averted from left to right as she was still bracing herself. The call stopped and she looked up to the ceiling, her hand still on her neck as she finally found the inner strength to pick up the phone next time he called, which he did.

« Hello, Sam ?. »

She heard a sigh of relief on the other side of the phone. Sam knew she was alive, which always was a start. Now on to the « feeling well » part. He had no clue.