chronicles of the primeval gods: life and death of Ishtar: "Anguish"

Chronicles of the  primeval  gods: life and death of Ishtar: "Anguish"

A/N: even villains fill up my mind. The New All-father is going through a lot.

Xxxxxx

The god of war had never been afraid of death. He was the one to inflict it on others. He was the one who waged wars, aroused the thirst for blood, and thrived off of the lives he ended. Ishtar went as far as killing his own father, siblings and nearly killed his beloved sister. Death was a companion, death was his partner and accomplice. And yet... and yet he became restless. He couldn't sleep ever since Elpis was set free. He still remembered her last words, said right before the curse had her body vanish.

She told him that she would find him again and would get revenge for his betrayal. The disgust in her tone achieved to leave a print in his mind and haunted him for millennia. He never told Ayasha that he imagined reuniting with Elpis and that most of the time, things went his way. She apologized, admitted being gullible and having been deceived by the Sin and begged for his forgiveness.

But everything changed when Pride broke her curse and set the goddess free. The brief moment Ishtar felt his beloved sister's essence was enough to induce despair into his soul. The very nature of his dreams changed. From a beautiful and vulnerable Elpis asking for forgiveness, the dream became a nightmare. He began hallucinating her and the Sin. Tonight was no exception. He had seen the sin once, on a battlefield. Even then, Pride's presence was overwhelming from afar. Ishtar still remembered the crushing aura that nearly got him on his knees.

The sin was tremendously powerful, and even then the god knew he couldn't face him and win.  Ishtar remembered the goosebumps that covered his body and the sweat that beaded over his skin. He saw his purple hues stare menacingly around him as he walked past the poor human souls that fought to their deaths. Ishtar felt danger through his bones. He knew that if it ever came to them, fighting, he would be the one to die. What could happen to him if he died? The void. He would go to the void and cease to exist and the mere thought of that chilled his heart to the core. Maybe that was why he wanted to destroy it before anything else. Maybe that was why he refused the romance between Elpis and Superbia. how could she bring Death to their doors?

Knowing Elpis was back with The sin fueled Ishtar with rage. Jealousy strangled his heart at the mere thought of them touching one another, kissing one another... killing together. His anger turned into fear as he saw both of them in front of him. Pride -and Ishtar could never admit it- was looking perfect as usual. His meat suit had always been carefully chosen, enough to be seen as perfect by anyone who would look at him. His eyes were cold, blue, but filled with malice. His costume was neat, royal blue and typical of a modern human with taste, complete with leather shoes and silver cuffs. Elpis was splendid. Her pink hair braided on the side and her curvy body wrapped in a red dress that would have mesmerized the god if he wasn't at their mercy.

"Do you know what true fear is like?" Elpis asked, in a cold voice.

In the hallucination, Ishtar was beaten up, bloody and chained to his throne. Pride was kneeling in front of him, khaos in his hand and glee he barely contained in his eyes.

"Fear? I know no fear.." Ishtar replied, spitting blood on the sin. "Get this over with,  Abomination."

Pride chuckled and smirked. His hues flashed a bright purple color and he took a handkerchief to wipe his face clean.

"I don't take orders from washed-up gods, Ishtar. I finish when I want to. I finish when she says what she needs to say."

"Washed-up god?!" He laughed and shrugged.

"He never was the brightest tool in the box wasn't he?" Pride chuckled at Elpis who walked closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"He never was. Always thought he was the most powerful, the brightest... the strongest. He betrayed me."

"Like the true coward, he is."

"How dare you judge me? You speak as if you could even understand emotions!"

"Resorting to insults? Weak." Pride didn't like what the god said, what all of these said about him. They all imagined he had no emotions. That he was an empty corpse with nothing, not even a conscious and he was driven by primary instincts. They couldn't be more wrong. He was more. He had always been more. Elpis realized it before and she realized it even now.

"You say you have no fear but I think you have one. You fear my anger." Elpis said walking closer to Ishtar and kneeling before him. "You fear my disgust of you... of your betrayal." Her hand cupped his cheek and she smirked at him. "You fear my love for him." She looked at Pride and gave him a softer smile.

"Why would I fear your petty feelings for him?" He asked, coughing blood on her hand.

"Because you fear him. More than my anger, you fear my beloved. You see... you robbed us from a future we wanted to share. You wronged him. And he doesn't like it when someone wronged him." She said cleaning her hand on his shirt.

"And you won't like it when I am angry." Pride took over, standing back up and extending his hand so Elpis could hold onto his hand and stand up too. "You forced Elpis to 2000 years locked away from the world. You punished her for loving /me/" he growled the last words, while his aura started to spread across the room. "You hurt her. You hurt the very one you claimed to love. You betrayed--"

"She chose you!" -Ishtar screamed- "she chose you!

I had to do something!"

"I never was yours!" Elpis screamed before she curled her fingers into balls. "I never was yours! You wanted me for yourself! You sick bastard!"

"Elpis! You were in love with that thing--"

"Enough!! You said you didn't know fear? You had no reason to be afraid? You lie. You lie and you know why?" She pointed fingers at him but Pride pulled her against his frame and cupped her cheek with his free hand.

"I will handle this from now. Did you say your piece?"

"No. No, I didn't. Ishtar, of all the siblings I had, you were the one I respected the most. I loved you and you betrayed me. I have nothing but contempt for you. Nothing.." her eyes glowed brightly and she looked at Pride, overwhelmed by her emotions. Pride stroked her cheek and planted a kiss on her lips, on purpose to rile the god up.

"Take the best seat, Elpis. It is my turn."

Ishtar was faking a face of bravery while in fact, her words impacted him like he was stabbed by a long knife. He felt that the sin's aura had spread on the room, and was suffocating him. His wounds were opened and hurting, his throat was dry and almost closed off and he had trouble breathing. Pride hated to see his goddess upset. He knew that her anger was the tip of the emotions she was feeling. Her heart was broken and the pain was plastered all over her face. He hated seeing it and it fueled his anger to the point that he wanted to avenge her. Like he Promised.

"You made her cry." Pride said, igniting khaos with the fire of Tartarus.

"You caused her demise." Ishtar said chuckling darkly "I am not afraid of you. I am the All-father."

"Keep telling you telltales Ishtar. The truth is.. you are terrified." He turned around, his eyes now purple flames as he twirled his sword and started to cut the god's chest with the tip. Which elicited painful cries from him." You know I will end you and there is nothing you can do about it." He kept cutting the god with the tip of his sword. "I wanted to punish you like I did your brother, but I realized I didn't need to trap you to steal your power."

The cuts he had been doing were, in fact, a sigil taught by Elpis. The sigil of Khaos the former all father. Elpis started to chant a spell that activated the sigil and started to siphon his energy. The god screamed as it was painful, and tried to set himself free in vain. Pride then looked at Elpis. They agreed that this power was his but because of the spell, only Elpis could give it to him, he never doubted her loyalty to him and this was a moment of truth.  She smiled and whispered "I love you" before sending the power inside the sin.  Pride felt his power increase, the surge of energy inside of him cause da bright flash of light to blind everyone in the room. That was horrifying for the god. To feel his own power slip off of his body and watch his nemesis become powerful in front of his very eyes achieved to induce fear in his heart.

"So this is how an all-father feels?" Pride mused before he resumed twirling Khaos. "How exciting! How... perfect." He said as he gave Ishtar a slasher smile. "How does it feel to be killed by someone who just de-powered you?" He said, grinning widely.  "Oh? You can't speak? No need to."

 Ishtar knew he was going to the void and started to scream and tried to move back as he saw the sin come closer.  Pride laughed so hard that when he lifted the sword and was about to stab him, the god woke up. He was sweating and put his hand onto his chest to calm his heartbeats. What was that? What was this feeling that made him feel like it was the end of the world? That was fear.... pure fear.

Elpis and Pride: cha la la kiss the girl

Elpis And Pride: Bonding

A/N: our babies. it's been a while and I wanted them to have a sweet moment. away from the wars, they both lead. 

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Elpis dropped her high heels onto the floor as she walked towards the large glass window of their hotel room. She had a glass of red wine in her hand and her hair was tied in a tight pink bun. They had just come back from a concerto where Elpis enjoyed herself. After all these millennia humanity transformed into something even more exciting and beautiful than she expected them to be. On top of that, Pride made some efforts today to actually enjoy himself and her company, which didn't go unnoticed by the elder goddess. He followed her closely from behind, his tie was untied and his eyes were intensely staring at the goddess' back that was exposed by the fine skin tight red dress she was wearing. 

She had been smiling all night, mesmerized by the refined taste humans had in music and fine diner. He witnessed her power flares (as he called them when she unintentionally induced Hope in the hearts of men and empowered them), turning the world around them even more beautiful than it actually was. it even started to make him reconsider Earth. For the Sin, it was a dump, filled with bumbling idiots who didn't know anything. It was a place he wanted to destroy from the moment he set foot there, but she made him reconsider that night. Her joy, the rise of power, the near-symbiosis she had with the lower life forms there was pleasant to witness.. but he suspected it was because she smiled a lot, to him. 

He cleared his throat so she would not be startled by him and watched as she crossed her arms and kept her glass of wine in her hand. She felt his arms gently stroking her arms and shoulders and saw his reflection on the glass before her. Tonight they spoke to each other, they talked about Earth, what she had missed, how things have changed and the things they liked. For once, it was not about convincing him to spare mankind, or for her to prove she could be fit to fight his siblings or hers for that matter instead of being locked in the Underworld. They simply talked about them, as individuals and she realized that she could truly ask him anything he would answer as truthfully as he could. Therefore, when he said he wanted to know her better, it made the goddess feel warmer. she held onto his hand, her power flared, bringing warmth to the Sin who held onto her hand tighter as if he didn't want to let go of that warmth. So when he stroked her shoulders, she smiled and leaned into the shoulder as he pulled her into a tight hug. 

"It was a good idea taking you out tonight.." He said, pressing a kiss to her head. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before she took another sip of her glass of wine while admiring the city lights. 

"It was what we needed, Superbia. A moment alone, together." She said, unable to suppress the smile that crept on her lips as she felt his hands rub their way down to her waist. The sin then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. she wrapped her arms around his and leaned her head against his chest. 

"I promise we'd have more moments like this one..." His eyes flashed purple as he remembered that his own siblings would make it harder for him to fulfill his promise. She looked up to his face and kissed his neck. 

"No promise you can't keep..." She teased him with before she took another sip of her wine. "However, I am excited about our next time together. I know the old you liked to meet me at a natural sanctuary on Earth, but mingling with humans of this era is far more exciting! the clothes, the style, the minds...It felt like a playground for the rusty goddess I am."

Pride grinned and planted a kiss on top of her head before she pulled away from his grip and turned around, facing the sin. He took the pin that held her bun together off of her hair, allowing the long pink strands to fall down her frame and noticed her eyes glow a bright golden colour. Seeing her so carefree was actually reassuring the sin; he was able to observe her, see the mischief in her eyes as she played with humans. See the dark edges of her soul as she encouraged the sin to use his own powers and challenged him. All of this was encouraging, but what was more encouraging was the way she was looking at him. All night long, he could sense her arousal, her desire, and admiration but something else.. something more genuine, something more powerful. he didn't know it yet, but she was falling in love with him and certainly, that night when her gaze changed for something more intense, she already fell for him and he felt it in his essence, but wasn't able to recognize it just yet. He felt her attachment to him, the connection they've established tonight and how warm... that warmth... he stroked her cheek with the cold back of his hand, which elicited a soft moan from the goddess who leaned into his touch and kept her eyes half-closed.

"You're awfully silent tonight Meus Rex..." She whispered, while she emptied her glass and snapped it away.

"I'm admiring the view," he said while looking at her glowing eyes, his purple hues flashed brightly. "You were gorgeous tonight." He said as he lost his hand into her pink locks and quietly curled them into a fist, making her tilt her head to the side and expose her neck.

"Past tense?" -She teased him while a soft moan escaped from her lips. 

"You /are/ gorgeous tonight." He corrected himself, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her neck. "What do you say if we keep enjoying tonight, on this very uncomfortable human bed?" She grinned at him as he started to reverse-walk and laid on his back, pulling her on top of him so she could straddle him. The goddess ran her hands over his chest and bent forward so she could look at him with her bright golden orbs. "You are gorgeous, Elpis..."

"And you are... irresistible.." She moaned into his ear before she pecked his nose. The night was young and it brought them together.

Jaime and Bäahal: Happily Ever After

Jaime and Bäahal: Happily Ever After

A/N : I wanted something sweet, but since it's not possible when it comes to these two, here you are, here you have a sweet little « what if? »

Xxx

It could have been their happily ever after. It could have been a sweeter end than the one he would definitely meet. The princess reflected on what could have happened, if that one single night, he wouldn't have left for King'slanding. The warm weather allowed the princess to open the windows of her bedroom and allow the blinding light to pierce through the darkness of her bedroom.  her purple hues set upon the richly decorated roof. How different would life be, if Lord Jaime had chosen to stay instead? She refused to acknowledge how many times she thought of it, but the truth was, this idea had drilled a hole into her heart from the moment they parted ways. In the reimagining of the moment, he would have sat and thought of what that kiss meant. He would have figured out that maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to return to a life that had never truly been his. He would have realized that he was the only one to love Cersei and that his genuine affection for her was never returned, but used against him.  He couldn't keep his eyes closed on her infidelities, nor could he ignore she always tried to make him pay for things he didn't do. She never comforted him when they lost their children, she even hid from him the death of Tommen. He was a slave to the blonde Queen. a slave who was denied his own humanity. 

Knight Brienne opened his eyes when she made him realize that the only true moment he was truly himself was when he killed Aerys II. it was the only decision he took that didn't involve Cersei or wasn't motivated by her (at least, not solely by her). He owned his fate, his reputation and the disdain and contempt some people had towards him. Knight Brienne, made him realize that he wanted more. From the moment he met the princess, he realized that maybe, he could have something different. She respected him, she saw the man he was instead of the man his reputation made him be. She didn't fear or despised him, she didn't expect anything from him, if not his honesty and sincerity. With her, he could be himself, a complex man, a man... someone. It made the Knight think and throughout the night, convinced him not to pursue his sunken dream of being with the mad Queen. She didn't keep her promise, she didn't fight for the living and she certainly let him go, to die. It achieved to convince him that he should instead rebuild himself. 


He would have come to see the princess, once the war would be over. He would have found her in one of the many gardens of King's Landing for she would have hidden there, among the flowers. just right where she belonged. He'd startle her, making her furrow her brows and pull a knife out of her sleeve before she would relax and chuckle, a light blush on her cheeks.  He would have cleared his throat and walked closer to her, pretending to be looking at the flowers so she wouldn't feel embarrassed, while in fact, he would be staring at her. She would tuck her silver hair behind her ears and would look away, so not to look at him. 

"Lord Jaime... I didn't expect you here."

"I was looking for you actually, princess." He would say, his voice a little dry, which would make her look at him.

"For me?... is it... Did you talk to Queen Daenerys already?" -Words slipped off of her lips, which made the knight furrow his brows. He did talk to the queen, who spoke at length about his sister's demise. She had tried everything she could to make Cersei back off, but the mad queen refused and attacked her. Her death was the result of her own actions and while Jaime was still mourning for her death, he understood.-

"Yes, I did. I didn't come to talk about your sister. I came to talk about you."

"Me?" She turned her body around so she could face him. her heart was pounding into her ribcage as her eyes grew wide. "I have been avoiding you for a while. I couldn't look you in the eye after what happened to your sister...lov---..."

"Why is.. Princess?"

"What is it that you wanted to tell me?" She swallowed a lump and put her hand on her chest before her purple eyes lifted up and stared at his green orbs. She was unsure of what he wanted to say but expected him to say the worst. He could see her panic from where he stood, which was both adorable and a bit stressful. 

"You have no reason to be this tense. I simply wanted to talk about...well, you."

"Me?"

"Do you remember what you said to me about Aerys II and the regicide I committed?"

"How could I forget? I do remember." She relaxed and blushed harder. She still could remember the shock on his face as he was not prepared to hear her thank him for killing her monstrous father. "What about it?"

"It was the first time you actually... the first time I noticed your eyes. I didn't really pay attention to you before. You surely were quite a number already. Complex, confusing.. fragile and yet strong. All of your qualities or what made you  flew past my head for I was focused on Cersei." That stung and her lips twitched, betraying her discomfort mentioning the former queen. "But I noticed you for the first time when you said I wasn't the monster they all kept saying I was. You saw me, you understood me and those purple eyes of yours were..." he cupped her cheek with his large hand, drawing closer to her and holding her waist so she would keep steady.

"Lord Jaime...I merely said the truth. You weren't and you are not a monster. not to me anyway. Not now, not ever..."

"I pushed a child off of a tower to protect my secret." He admitted, his green eyes staring at her purple hues, expecting to see the disgust in her eyes and convince himself that the future he thought he had was not real. but she wasn't disgusted.  instead she softened her gaze. 

"I killed several people, innocent people because my master wanted me to. We all do things we are not proud of. We all have blood on our hands. I, for one, would never judge you for what you did. I knew you did it for someone you loved and love can make us act stupid..."

"Indeed... stupid." He said as he pressed his lips to hers. She resisted, but only for a second. Her hands clenched onto his shirt, keep him closer to her frame as she became more demanding, betraying her own emotions.  "Don't fight it, princess... Don't fight me."

"I can't fight it... I can't fight you," she said as she kissed him again, finally making sense of how she felt all these months. It made sense for her, to be in his arms, to kiss his lips, to feel strongly for the knight and have him return the favour.. wait.. he didn't return them yet. she broke their kiss and pushed him away gently. "No... No, I can't.."

"Why not?"

"You are still loving her. this kiss? what does it mean if not just gratitude for the way I treated you? what is it, if not the same kiss you gave me when we parted away? I don't want your pity, lord Jaime or childish pecks on the lips... I'm not interested if it's all there is for me." She turned around so he wouldn't see the fresh tears that formed in her eyes. her heart was beating faster now, almost deafening the princess' ears. 

"I.... you're right. I am still in love with Cersei, even if she's dead right now. You know that I can't move on with a snap. I can't forget her.. but I can have room for someone else.. someone new and that's what I wanted to say. No matter what I try, there is only one person I want to be with and it's you..." he walked closer to her and put his valid hand on her shoulder, stroking it gently. "I cannot lie to you, Bäahal... You're making me feel...anew, another man and this thing we have together with this connection, I would not trade it with anything else in the whole world. I want you. that's all.... would you want me? knowing I still have ghosts haunting me? knowing I'm not an easy man? knowing.."

She turned around and pressed her lips to his. her arms wrapped around his neck and she cried while giving him several kisses. she didn't care about anything else in the whole world but him... but him... but them... May the god have mercy on them!

"

Doya: "A sweet welcome."

Doya: "A sweet return"

A/N: A little short solo because I was thinking of them <3  I miss this duo, I love you <3 

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"C' mere O." Dean said, his grin grew larger as he stared at her. She had just gotten out of the shower and had a bathrobe on. 

Her curious Hazel eyes set upon him as he opened his arms to welcome the petite hunter. A bemused smile crept on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his waist and felt his arms pulled her into a tight embrace. He planted a kiss on top of her head and let his hands wrap around her waist while Oya gently rubbed his chest and looked up to his face.

"I take that you found a lead?" 

"Kind of." He trailed off before he iqstarted to rub her back. "I also just wanted to welcome you home." 

She had been hunting on her own for a while so he had not seen her for a few weeks. The petite hunter looked peculiarly sweet tonight, gorgeous with her black wet heavy locks sticking to her face and her hazel eyes that were lovingly staring at him. A grin crept on her lips and she pulled him towards her for a kiss on his lips. 

"I wanted to be home." -She whispered, her fingers were still holding onto his shirt.

He smiled and pressed his lips again for a harder kiss that elicited a moan from her and had her tilt her head to the side. She was home and of all the things Oya loved the most, being home was on top of her list. Her answer brought a smile to the hunter's face and he held her tighter. She was never shy when it came to express her feelings, although, Oya never quietly said them fully. She never had to, since he understood what she meant. Despite knowing how she felt for him, hearing it was even better. He ran his hands over her cheeks and cupped both with his larger hands. Oya's smile grew wider and she let her hands cup his waist and gently stroke it under his shirt. Dean shivered at her touch and lost his fingers into her thick black mane.

« How long are you going to be home? » He inquired, already planning a hunt with her. Oya lifted a brow and smiled at him.

« It depends on how long you want me to be around, Dickhead. » She purred, tiptoeing so she could gain a few centimeters. The hunter pulled her into a hug, helping her wrap her legs around his waist while he supported her weight with his arms under her plump bathrobe-clad ass.

« How about you stay here for a few days? I might have found a case I'd want us to work on. »

« Sounds like an invitation. » She purred, her lips now attacking his neck and eliciting groans from the taller hunter. It was his way to say that he was missing her, missing working together on cases like they used to do before. He nodded quietly and she grinned and nodded in silent acceptation. As her arms wrapped around his neck, Oya leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes. « Wherever you go, I go. » She then pressed her lips to his, in a sweet and gentle kiss. Wherever he would go, she would follow. Always, because after all, he was Home.

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