Pride and Elpis

Elpis rolled on her side. Her golden hues stared at the sin who was busy reading papers on the desk that was at the corner of his chambers. He was focused, his blue eyes barely moved from one side to the other as he read the information on the parchments. She had accepted that he wasn't the Pride she used to know, but instead a new version of him she still had to get to know. Her eyes averted from his perfect face to the walls of his chambers. It was sober, almost sinister which reflected well his personality. Pride was driven by the ambition to rule over the dead and destroy life. He wanted to overthrow the gods themselves and become what came next. He wanted to be something greater than a god could ever be. Could it come from his resentment towards Hades and his rebellion against his very nature? Could it come from a genuine desire to transcend his nature and become his own person? What did it mean for the goddess? She was, after all, a goddess.

 It didn't matter much, because Elpis knew what she wanted. She made a conscious choice to become his partner from the moment she fell in love with him. She knew it would be difficult, as the centuries went by, she knew things could never be the same but never did she imagine how difficult it was going to be. Pride was gone, the one she loved was no more and the edges she succeeded in smoothing 2000 years ago were now gone. They were sharper and she had already cut herself when she first tried to get closer. Many would have given up already but not Elpis. She didn't want to give up on Pride and would never do such a thing. Her love for him drove her and helped her keep her sanity when she was still trapped. She was driven by the undefeated feelings she had for the sin. Feelings she couldn't explain, let alone control. Pride revealed her true nature to herself, facing her siblings, fighting for her love, searching for her true self, all of this came because he made her feel something and enabled her growth.

So would she stop trying to reach out to him? Would she stop scratching her fingers to blood because she didn't want to be hurt? Of course not! she would keep going. She would try and try and try until there was nothing left of her because Pride was worth being loved. She remembered fondly how he used to be when he allowed her in his mind. When he cared for her and while life went on and time changed way too many things for her to catch up with, she knew he could still care. He could still...welcome her. Maybe she was a fool, maybe she wanted too much, but she couldn't possibly want less than his affection.