Chronicles of the Primeval Gods: Life of Elpis: Retaliation
A/ N: Elpis musing about killing Ishtar for cursing her. The structure is very similar to the Ishtar solo when he was thinking about getting his revenge.
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Blood of my blood, the flesh of my flesh, why did you betray me?
Elpis looked at the mirror in front of her. The breach that was on it was the manifestation of the seal's breach. Cracks weren't big enough to shatter the glass so she was still trapped inside the consciousness of her vessel, unable to really communicate with her, let alone communicate with the outside world. She tapped her fingers against the glass and huffed. Her love for Pride might have helped her survive the ordeal of being trapped inside a human vessel, it most certainly was her thirst for revenge that helped her endure the millennia spent alone. If she knew Ayasha was the mastermind behind her attempted destruction by the God of War, it was the fact Ishtar allowed this to happen that broke Elpis' heart. He didn't hesitate when he came to her with the Dagger of Fate in his hand. His mind was made, he would do as Ayasha advised him to, he would stab Elpis with the dagger and would punish her for loving an abomination. For loving Pride.
She curled her fingers into a fist, her breathing became more labored as she was remembered the fateful night that saw her demise. She still remembered when he held her in his arms and cradled her dying body with tears in his eyes and words of guilt in his mouth. He wanted her to spare him, to forgive him for what he just did. He took her away from her beloved, effectively erased her from everybody's memories, including her beloved's. He deprived the world of her presence and allowed humans -she adored- to live without her warm light to guide them, without Hope to motivate them, without any other purpose but to let Fate decide for them. How could she forgive him? She swore to destroy her pantheon as soon as she comes back and she would keep her promise. It was only a matter of time before Pride set her free and she would take the opportunity to destroy her enemies, by herself if Pride didn't care...-Although, he did care.-
Blood of my blood, the flesh of my flesh, why did you deceive me?
She gritted her teeth as the memories were painful to remember, even if she didn't have a full body and was just an essence, it still stung where her heart should have been. With that pain, however, the lust for blood rose and a smile crept on her lips, replacing her pain with a pleasure she wasn't too used to have. Scenes flashed through her mind, moments she dreamed or perhaps, moments that would be. Either way, the clear image of Ishtar's bloody face appeared in her head. She would have her hand wrapped around his throat in order to feel the faint heartbeats of her fallen brother. He would be kneeling before her, defeated, unable to move for she would have her scythe planted in his guts. He would beg her to spare his life, to show him some mercy like he showed some to her. She would consider his words, let her eyes glow from a bright and unkind light that would come from within. Her anger and hatred mixed together and a promise to make it hurt. « You do not deserve my mercy. » She would say, as her hand would squeeze harder, suffocating her brother and forcing him to open his eyes to look at his sister.
« You do not deserve anything. You took everything from me. » She would say slowly, relishing in the fact he wouldn't be able to struggle against her grip. « You decided to punish me for feeling love. You decided to...punish me for not choosing you. I saw it in your mind as I was dying. » She would raise her scythe, preparing herself to behead her sibling. He would manage to say words, improve her forgiveness, try to appeal to their past relationship and how much he cared for her and loved her. Yes, he did. It was love -his twisted love for her- that caused her demise. He refused to let her be with someone else than him. His jealousy towards Pride caused her ordeals and the fact he didn't even stop for a second to think of what he was about to do and stabbed her anyway was enough for her to know he would have gone through the plan if he didn't have feelings for her. But was it mercy? Condemning to an eternity locked inside human people? Forcing her to go through an endless reincarnation cycle? Was it mercy or was it worse than being destroyed for good, but at least remembered by the ones she loved? « You killed everyone I cared about..Sitaa, Khrön..you killed them and you expect me to spare your meaningless life? » She would lift her weapon, feeling a moment of hesitation rush through her veins before resolve took over and she would let it fall onto his neck, effectively beheading him. His blood would splatter on her face and her chest, tainting her clothes and soaking her in his blood.
The flesh of my flesh, Blood of my blood, Why did you make me do this?
She wouldn't stop there. Beheaded or not, she would keep stabbing him, shredding his body until nothing but a pile of guts, flesh, muscles, and blood was left of him. She would scream her anger and anguish. She would destroy the dungeon through a burst of energy and would be left on her knees, crying for the loss of what once was and what could never be. She would run her hand over what was left of her brother and would lean against it, effectively soiling her body. Of course, he would be her first kill, the appetizer and while the first feeling she would have would be guilt, those tears and screams would turn into smiles and laughter as she would conquer her fears. She did it, the first step to the destruction of her pantheon had begun, At this point, of course, he would probably have been betrayed by Ayasha who would steal the title of All-Father and the powers that came with it. Fair enough, it wouldn't mind. All-FAther or not, she would crush them all. And when she would be laughing, oh she would be laughing.
And he would come and stand next to her, offering his hand so she would stand back up. As she would be pulled back onto her feet, he would look at her, put both his hands on her cheeks and stroke them, smearing blood all over her face while his eyes, turned purple, would stare at her. Elpis would tilt her head to the side and run her hands over his suit, effectively smearing blood all over it. He wouldn't say a word but she would feel his pride, the immense joy he would feel after witnessing her take the life of Ishtar. His lips would crash on hers while she would hold onto his costume as tight as she could.
He would do this...
Pride, that is.
-TBC-
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