A/N: I don't even know if my writings are that interesting anymore, but I'm trying. Ayasha is daydreaming about killing the elder goddess of Light and Hope. I guess her frustration needed to be told.
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Earth...
Ayasha hated Earth. She hated those greasy weaklings her mother loved so much. She couldn't tell what she hated most. The fact they were weak and mortals? The fact her mother loved them more than she did her own children? The fact Elpis fell in love with mankind and protected it or the fact she couldn't influence them. She was the goddess of knowledge and humanity didn't care about knowledge. If they did, they wouldn't make the same mistakes over and over again. They would grow into becoming smarter, more efficient, prolific even but knowledge was nothing in the hands of men... except power. Ayasha had to give it to humans, she learned how to use her abilities to gain power. She might not rule as of now, she would eventually when competition would be erased. Being in the shadows until all threats were dealt with was necessary and she relished in being the one who pulled the threads and made History happen.
That didn't mean she would ever enjoy being on Earth. It already was difficult to walk the Earth without feeling the All mother's essence everywhere. It was also more difficult to walk the Earth knowing Elpis and Pride were there and she didn't know where. For all the knowledge she had, being unable to locate the sin and her sister became a frustration over the years. Why did he insist on saving her? Without Elpis, he would still be the same cockroach he was. He was a tool, a weapon that went loose since he killed Hades in a fit of anger, or maybe for revenge for all Ayasha cared. He should have ignored Elpis' call and let the primeval gods kill her. He didn't. And because he interfered, he was threatening to ruin her plans.
How dared he? Ayasha's skin covered itself in goosebumps whenever she thought of her sibling. She was dreading their reunion and was haunted by memories of their last encounter. Sometimes, Ayasha dreamed of that last moment they were face to face. Maybe instead of waiting, she should have tried to kill her herself. Ayasha still remembered the tempest in Elpis eyes when they argued. She still remembered how much Elpis' voice raised and how she threatened to harm her if she ever tried to harm her or Pride.
Ayasha tried to appeal to her sister's kindness and compassion. She chose her words carefully, in order to hide her real disgust of the situation. She felt that Elpis committed heresy and believed that she soiled herself. She considered Pride to be even less than an animal. A soulless creature that didn't deserve the attention of a goddess, especially not the last born of Gaea and Chaos. Yet, she chose her words and toned herself down so Elpis wouldn't get angrier than she already was. Ayasha believed there was a chance for Elpis to redeem herself and stop insulting her name and her kind. She believed that if her sister stopped seeing the Sin and returned to being the gullible and kind goddess she used to be. She realized the potential hidden in Elpis and wanted to use it to achieve her goals, regain their father's affection and remind everyone why she was the most important goddess of the pantheon. Unfortunately, Elpis was stubborn. She was spectacularly stubborn to the point of being defiant.
Love.... was such a weakness...
Because of Love, Elpis betrayed her kind. Because of Love, Ayasha was disgraced in the eyes of the All-Father. Because of Love, a war broke within the Primeval Gods' realm. Because of Love, Elpis wasn't dead. Ishtar was weak and pathetic. He wasn't able to put an end to the life of his sister and it was enough to drive the goddess crazy with anger. She should have been the one to put an end to Elpis' life. She dreamed about it day and night, while her minions were busy searching for Elpis and Pride. She imagined how it could have ended, what it could have been if the sisters met again. Elpis would be different.
The rebellious young mind would be even more rebellious and murderous. She would be the same as when she destroyed the Sumerian Pantheon. Bloodthirsty, cold, powerful. The thought angered Ayasha whose human vessel broke the glass she was holding. She wouldn't confront her directly. Ayasha wasn't stupid. If they were fighting, Elpis' raw power was far stronger than her. Ayasha had to be smarter than that, so she imagined using Ishtar as the muscle. He would be the one stabbing Elpis in the heart and making her bleed enough to weaken her. Ayasha would finish the job like she did with Sitaa and with Khrön. She imagined her hands wrapped around the neck of the goddess, strangling her. She looked at the glass shards and imagined using them to stab Elpis in the face, over and over again, destroying this poster child of perfection and beauty, disfiguring her so nobody could ever recognize her anymore. She felt the warmth of Elpis' blood run over her hands and chuckled at the thought. Killing her would be so satisfying...Killing her would be liberating.
Her vessel tilted her head to the side and a smile curled on her lips. Elpis might break the seal for good, come back to life, it wouldn't matter because she would be dead. Ayasha's jealousy was through the roof, impossible to measure but palatable. Elpis took everything from her, the respect of her peers, the consideration of the All-Father, the love of her siblings...She ridiculed her, made her feel helpless and humiliated her. There was no universe in which Elpis didn't end up dead. Ayasha tilted her head and quietly said.
« Enjoy your life, or what's left of it Sister. I am coming for you. It doesn't matter if Leviathan succeeds or fails because I would be prepared. I would be thinking of you, Elpis. I would be. »
-TBC-
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