Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Builder

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ayasha: Builder

// She's talking to me, so I'm letting her speak.

Ayasha fell to her knees. She was sweating profusely as the heat in the forge was intense. her blonde locks were stuck on her face and her back and big drops of sweat fell onto her fists. Her green eyes were glowing brightly as she was excited about the weapon she'd just built. It was a golden whip, infused with her essence, a weapon capable of killing another god. It took the Goddess of knowledge some time to come up with the right technic and the right spell to ensure her weapon would be able to defeat Sins and Gods alike and to ensure that only she could wield it. Upon seeing the perfection that her whip was, the goddess broke down into laughter that turned into sobs and tears. Could it be it? the solution she was so eager to find? Could it be it? The weapon she needed to kill her sister and unmake the sin? Her lips trembled and she ran her hand through her luscious blonde hair.  It was about time! 

It was about time! Ayasha had nearly lost her mind since the death of Leviathan. It had been impossible for her to locate her sister and her plan to destroy the relationship between the sin and her sister failed. Besides, her relationship with Ishtar worsened to the point that she feared he might kill her in a fit of rage. She was faced with something new, Ayasha didn't know what to do and it was the first time she had ever felt like this. Her first reaction had been to lock herself up in her room, for fear of receiving the visit of a black butterfly. It didn't come and the goddess of knowledge was forced to regain her composure. She still had a possibility to win the war against her sister. Ayasha couldn't accept that she had Hope in her heart. She couldn't accept that even then and there,  her sister still had some influence over her. Ayasha's tears fell on the hot floor of the forge and she wiped them with the back of her hand. 

There was a lot left to do. A whip would not be enough to face the threat that her sister and her beloved, both were. She would need to have armor, something solid and strong to contain the rage of her assailants. She would need something powerful enough to destroy her enemies. Spells, perhaps, to bind the goddess to her will. Ayasha was hopeful. It wasn't her end. She wasn't going to die. There was a chance that she could turn the tides in her favor. Gaea refused to join them, despite her best efforts, but that wouldn't deter Ayasha from trying to force the All-Mother to join their sides. She would find the solution to her issue. She always came up with solutions after the wall. Her dream of ruling over the universe wasn't going to disappear, not when she was so close to her goal.  The golden-haired goddess found comfort in knowledge. Hope dried her tears and made her look forward. There was no other choice but to move on. 

-TBC-