Sunday, September 24, 2017

Pride and Elpis -Two sides of the same coin

// All usual disclaimer!//

It was a matter of time before the Sumerian Pantheon met its end. Every other pantheon knew that the Primeval gods would never allow being disrespected the way that pantheon did. It was one thing to criticize the elder gods and another to threaten to take their place. Most knew that without the primeval god Chaos, they would not have existed. And while Chaos was content with ensuring the creation and destruction of whole universes, he was starting to feel irritated at the constant defiance of the Sumerian Pantheon. Every other god knew that they were to be slaughtered but nobody expected it to be by the hand of the goddess of Hope: Elpis. 


She was known as the youngest goddess born from Chaos and Gaea. She was known to be as beautiful as she was sweet and innocent and was coveted by many gods, especially the gods of war from another pantheon for the decisive rôle she played in their duty. Her power fueled the heart of mortals who waged wars in their names over the millennia. She induced hope in the heart of people and other gods and was pivotal during the wars that broke between pantheons. She was known for her pure beauty that only matched the kindness of her soul and the softness of her actions, when out of the battlefield. Elpis did comfort thousands of gods from different pantheons. She was kind and sweet, not a threat in the least, at least up until she met Pride.


Pride changed everything inside of her. She was introduced to pure darkness, pure « evil » as they called it. While she softened his edges and he hardened hers. Over the millennia spent together, she quickly felt the attraction towards darkness she had, grow stronger to the point of subtly revealing the darkness within her. Like everything, there was a good and a bad side and the darker side of Hope was Despair. Just like he discovered within himself, a « softer » side that actually cared for someone else but himself, she discovered a « darker » side of her that actually destroyed rather than created. And he witnessed it in its full glory. Elpis came to their secret spot on Earth where she built a bed made of wood, flowers, grass, and plants that made it a comfortable resting place. He was baring his back at her, interested in the raw beauty of this virgin place where no man had ever set foot.


He recognized her aura but it was tainted with darkness. As a matter of fact, he couldn't find the kindness that used to define Elpis. Nothing but bloodthirst was pervading the air. He turned on his heels to face her and lifted a brow at the sight before him. She came straight from the ruins of the Sumerian pantheon and didn't even think of cleaning herself. He saw the blood-soaked Axe she was holding drop onto the floor and soil the flowers that were at her feet. He didn't flinch for he was awestruck by the vision before him. Her hair was disheveled and soaked with the blood he knew wasn't hers. Her white floral togas she usually wore was turned crimson because of the blood and the brains and viscera that splattered the fabric. Her arms were soaked with blood and he noticed she was holding a huge heart in the hand that wasn't holding the ax. Her eyes were pools of golden light and her face was remarkably untouched by the blood. She looked beautiful, probably the most beautiful he'd ever seen her so far. How could she not?


She reeked of death and destruction and the satisfaction of being the one responsible for it. She was powerful and he could feel the levels of her power spread over their paradise but he knew it was confined within the limits their combined magic traced. Nobody would ever feel the amount of energy or find them because the sin and the goddess made sure to keep this place out of reach for Ayasha. Nobody but them knew of its existence and could feel each other. Elpis was breathing erratically and he picked up anger, excitement, and adrenaline slowly dropping as she was regaining her consciousness. He could tell she entered a blind rage and given the energy of the heart that was still beating in her hands, Pride understood she slaughtered the Sumerian Pantheon. That energy signature was very unique to their All-fathers so he knew. And she knew he did and grinned ever more widely as he seemed to be approving of it.  She closed her eyes and trapped the heart in a magical metal box she sent back to her chambers at the Primeval gods' pantheon and then looked at her lover with eyes wide open.


Pride was curious but not shocked. If anything, seeing her in all of her murderous glory made her even look more beautiful to him than he expected. The goddess was perfect the way she presented herself. Her aura was deliciously Maleficent, the blood-soaked fabric that clung to her curvaceous frame was even more attractive and the sinister grin she had on her lips achieved to turn the sin on. He walked closer to her frame, his face betraying the questions he wanted to ask and she simply let out an ominous chuckle, as if to confirm what he already knew. Yes, Elpis had just killed. She had slaughtered an entire pantheon all by herself and he could feel the dying souls following her, tormented by the horrifying deaths they'd just experienced. He grinned and pressed his lips against her plump ones and stroked her cheek. She put both of her blood-soaked hands on his cheeks and looked up at his face with a grin. The sin's hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to his frame. Her hands ran through his hair, she stained with blood and he gently swayed her, to a rhythm that only he knew.

"Behold, the Elder Goddess of Despair." She whispered to his ear. Pride held her tighter and kissed her lips. "The Sumerian pantheon is no more." She said with a sinister grin.

"I like the goddess of Despair. I very much like her." He said as he pressed another kiss to her lips. Elpis licked her bottom lip and pulled away enough to look at him.

"I think you would like it even more after I'm done with you." Her voice turned into a purr. He realized that she was aroused from all of her destruction. He quirked a brow and bit her bottom lip before he pulled her into a searing kiss.

-TBC-



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