Ayasha was sitting by the fountain of truth which allowed for her to observe what was happening anywhere. Her attention was focused on Earth, where her brother Leviathan would be. At the back of her head, the memory of the black butterfly visit played in repeat. It announced the death of someone she knew or perhaps herself and even if Ayasha refused to admit it, she still was afraid to be the one to die. Yet, it would be ridiculous if she was the one to die. It would be ridiculous because she calculated everything to the smallest details. She would not die. She had planned everything, so how could she die? Sitäa would have said that hubris would be her doom, that the confidence she had in her plan and herself exceeded the limits and was some borderline pompous mental masturbation. Ayasha would have brushed it off as envy. Or maybe an intent to neuter her desire for power and freedom.
After all, the goddess of knowledge suffered the consequences of knowing too much and of feeling like she was being cheated on. She and other gods of knowledge knew everything, so surely, they should have been treated with more reverence, more respect and given more power. Knowledge... knowledge was power and yet, Ayasha was nothing more than a living library, just like Khrön was nothing more but a paperboy for the gods. She resented the position she held and felt that it was forced on her by Khaos and the rest of her family. They prevented her from truly reaching her potential. They prevented her from being her true self and because of that, they had to disappear. All of them. Her brother made an entrance and looked regal in his armor. He was old fashioned but Ayasha trusted his experience and abilities to crush the sin. Pride was new to this game, his existence was new compared to the gods. He was roughly the same age as Elpis was, so to Ayasha, nothing more than a duckling trying to spread its wings. Her smug smile stayed on her lips up until Pride drew a god-killer sword from his sheath. This made her stop. A god-killer sword? How did he get his dirty hands on it? Ayasha became nervous, suddenly the prophecy brought by the black butterfly became real...someone was going to die and it could very much be her brother. The quick but brief shot of fear was replaced by anger and rage. The sin would die no matter what. They will all die.
Especially Elpis. Ayasha opened a small ball which contained some of the memories she had of Elpis. She extracted some of them, the happiest actually, so she could purge herself from the tiny shreds of love she had towards the young goddess but unable to destroy them completely, she kept them in that ball. When opened, holographic memories started to play. She could remember that time they went to one of Earth many beaches and just sat on the sand. She remembered the genuine curiosity Elpis felt, the questions she asked about nature, mankind, their family and how happy Ayasha felt, teaching her youngest sibling about Life. They didn't have many moments like this one, maybe two or three where animosity had not settled down just yet. Elpis was just a child, curious of the world and groomed to remain innocent and servile. She was meant to obey without question because it was convenient for everyone, even the well-meaning gods like Sitäa. Meeting the Sin truly helped Elpis break the mold. It made her break free from her siblings' control and gave her the opportunity to become her own person. Ayasha remembered how mesmerized and impressed they all were when Elpis destroyed the Sumerian Pantheon. She remembered the renewal of interest from her brothers, the pride in their father's voice as he spoke of his youngest child's accomplishments.
She remembered how lonely she felt when all the eyes were now set on the pink haired curse Elpis was. She remembered her own anger and the vow to destroy Elpis for once and for good without actually soaking her hands with her blood. Ishtar should have killed her, and he failed. It didn't matter how angry or jealous he was that Elpis gave herself to a Sin. He still couldn't kill Elpis. If only he had. If only he had, but he hadn't and they were in this mess, because he failed. Anger filled the blonde goddess who ended up throwing her ball against the wall and glued her eyes back to the fountain. It should be alright now, Leviathan should be winning his battle....he should...What?
The battle turned into Leviathan's punishment, much to Ayasha's dismay and horror. She watched as the dead forced the god onto the floor and made it impossible for him to move. She watched as the sin taunted him and spoke not to him but to Ayasha he knew was watching. He announced his intentions, his arrival. He announced her end and the end of everything she knew. He announced his revenge. Yes! They should have killed him when they cursed Elpis. Without the Sin, her sister would have suffered for all eternity and Ayasha's plans would have unfolded quite nicely. Without the sin and knowing that the dagger of Fate was the sins weakness, she would have stabbed every single one of them to oblivion. They missed this opportunity and upon realizing it, Ayasha felt her body shake with a rage she had not known before. She punched the water from the fountain and ran her hand through her golden locks. Elpis would be free, that was certain now. The thought made her shiver, the fact the sin was determined to destroy the gods, the fact he did kill her brother, the fact Elpis would join him made the blonde shake from head to toe. She shut her eyes tight and tried to ignore that strange feeling inside of her. Fear...She felt fear...how unsettling!
-TBC-
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