Pride and Elpis: Death incarnate

Pride was Death incarnate, raw power. Elpis had never truly seen him unleash his power without restraint. Cold, collected, Pride had always known how much strength he allowed himself to use and from the moment she met him, was still contained by Hades and under his thumb. With a waving hand, he could terminate life around him. He would corrupt humans to their core, inciting their self-destruction. With his aura, growing in size and intensity, he was able to bend the gods to his will, rot them to their core and drive them insane. With his words, he was able to seduce even the strongest will of the divine realm. He was destruction, he was chaos. He was meant to bring an end to Gods and sins alike, ensure the domination of Hades over pantheons and gods alike. Even with the threat Pride represented to her life, the goddess never once was afraid of him. When he was angry, it wasn't because he was a sin that she cowered at the corner. When he was upset, it wasn't his power that had her worry. It was him, his emotions, his feelings towards her she was scared for. Losing him was not an option and for someone who was still navigating the troubled waters of emotions, running was the first option. The easy solution.  It changed over the millennia. She wouldn't run away from him, she would face him. She would hold her own against the sin, she would fight with her wits, assert her own power in an epic showdown between Light and Darkness. She was his equal.

Pride was Death incarnate, raw power. Elpis was attracted to him like a moth to a flame. She was drunk with his power, of how he demonstrated it, of how he confidently used it to destroy those who stood against him. Her violent Streak only grew in intensity after she had her first taste of blood. She avenged the all-father's dignity, she held the still beating heart of the king of the Sumerian pantheon and it was all because he taught her how to. With stories, he whispered in her ear, to him finding her soaked with the blood of his enemies, to her enjoying more than she wanted to say the violence of war. He excited her when he was embracing his darkness She wasn't afraid of him, quite the opposite of it. As she was closer to her release, the goddess was anticipating her return. She had been able to see a glimpse of his power through the eyes of her vessel but she wanted more. She knew that without his father's restraint, Pride would be able to be his true self. He would be able to display so much power and she wanted to see it. She dreamed of the day he would take her to her pantheon, of the war that would happen, of the deaths they would be responsible for. It excited her to anticipate the sight of him, using his true form and not the handsome vessel he had, while he was slaying his enemies. She wanted to see the face of Death strike fear in the hearts of his enemies. She wanted to ride by his side as they would clear the path for absolute domination, with her by his side, his equal.