Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Resentment

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Resentment

//He spoke to me! so I let him speak!

It only was a matter of time before Elpis was finally free. Only a matter of hours before she emerged from her vessel. What were hours compared to the life of a primeval god? Nothing, mere dust. Primeval gods existed before life ever happened on Earth. They brought life, they brought civilizations, they were at the dawn of the universe so truly, a couple of hours meant nothing to them, less than a grain of dust. Elpis, arguably, was already there. Her upcoming arrival achieved to fill the New All-Father with worries. He had nipped rebellion to the mud, effectively killing the last of Elpis' supporters so he didn't fear an uprising. What he feared was more vicious. He feared his own memories. He was overwhelmed with guilt from the moment he stabbed his beloved sister. He watched as she disappeared, cursed by the dagger of Fate but very aware of what had just happened and what Ishtar took part to. He justified his action with the preservation of the Pantheon. Elpis' love was dangerous. Elpis love was almost bringing the enemy at their door. Elpis' love was reckless. Stabbing her was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

"Maybe when she comes back, she will not be mad." Wishful thinking that was. The god of War knew that his sister would seek revenge. She would want to destroy him for what he did to her. Anguish and regret quickly left room for anger. The god of War knew that his hand was guided by something else than just concern for his pantheon. He stabbed Elpis because he was jealous and angry. It was no secret that he wanted Elpis but unlike Leviathan and most of the Gods of War, he would never have forced himself on her. His frustration was better spent on the battlefield where he would slaughter the lives of the guilty and the righteous the same. He had always seen her as some sort of a saint. The last born of Khaos and Gaea who used her warmth to calm her siblings and Hope to motivate gods and humans alike. She was good at her core, delicate, sweet and very much his opposite. He wanted her like Khaos craved Gaea's balance. He wanted her like darkness wished he had Light. And then Superbia happened.

Ishtar didn't like Leviathan but he agreed with him on one thing: Pride was the scum of the Earth. He was nothing more but the wet dream of Hades that came to Life. He wasn't an abomination because that would give him too much power, no, he was an aberration. A mistake. An error. He was the regrets you felt after a peculiarly drunken night. He was the accidental murder you committed while your life was thriving. He was a mistake that should never have happened. Hades created something that escaped his control and went on a rampage against him and the Greek Pantheon. To have something like Pride sweep Elpis' off of her feet made Ishtar nauseous. Was she this blind? Was she this naive?  He tried to reason with her but she refused to listen to reason. She was in love, deeply in love, to the point of risking everything, including her life for that love. When he looked at his sister, it wasn't the innocent and pure goddess he used to see. She became the whore of Babylon, soiled with the Sin's essence and ruined forever until the whole father decided to make her clean again. She was a whore, not a saint and because she was that meant he had to punish her. Stabbing Elpis became an option he considered. Ayasha convinced him but it didn't take a lot from her to do so.

And now Elpis was mere hours away from him. Mere hours away from his grasp. The guilt that never left him was still palatable, but so were his anger and disgust, so was his desire for her, so was his hatred for the Sin. He would welcome "it" properly and nip the Sin to the mud. He would make him watch as Elpis would be tortured and killed in front of him, punished for escaping her prison and for foolishly being in love with something that couldn't love him back. He would make her pay for the humiliation he felt, the anger, the resentment he still had towards her and when he's done, he would lock the sin's soul away somewhere he couldn't break free. He had plans. .. He had plans.