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

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

A/N : Long time no see. I'm so very excited about this new chapter. Finally, the sin is done with his siblings and can focus on the primeval gods. Finally, Elpis is going to be avenged.

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Pandemonium :

Ayasha rushed into the throne room, her blonde hair disheveled, her breathing labored as if she'd just seen a ghost. Her golden tunic was merely held together by a thin fabric belt, her hair was messily braided and fell onto her chest and the scandalous cleavage that barely covered her breasts. Under any other circumstances, Ishtar would have thought she was attractive, but her face forced him to reconsider the situation. She was worried. She walked briskly to the throne, her forefinger pointed at her older brother, the new All-Father and while her throat was still thick with the screams she refused to let out, her eyes were filled with ire.

 The whole body was shaking from the contained emotions, but her eyes spoke for her. She was distraught. The threat she thought was contained many moons ago surfaced again. The Sin came back victorious from his fight with its siblings and became the undisputed king of the Underworld. She heard of the war of the sins and received another visit from a black butterfly. It announced the death and she wasn't sure of which one it was. She threw the dead carcass of the animal on the floor before the feet of her brother and kept her pointed finger at him.

Ishtar was still sitting on his throne, emotionless. Over the weeks, since his sister was reborn and sheltered in the Underworld, the new All-Father had been rebuilding his kingdom. He realized that he had to restore the glory of the primeval gods, those who remained alive and loyal to him had to feel a semblance of normalcy and power in order to keep ranks. He built up the glorious realm that once stood proudly above the Earth, in the Astral plane. It didn't take his mind away from his real concern. His beloved sister. He revisited the memories of his failed attempt at killing her, berated himself for his weakness for her. -his love held his hand back in the days and if impending doom was lurking, it was his fault.-

Ishtar still felt confident he could destroy the Sin. He was still an All-Father and he used his power to try and siphon the energy of the remaining pantheons. Some humans still worshipped multiple gods, the Indians, for example, were a great source of energy, but not just them. Many souls were animists, praying to elements and deities they couldn't name. Of course, those were the primeval gods, owning several names and growing in strength. Pride meant nothing. He set his blue hues onto the golden goddess of knowledge and snarled at her facial expression and the suppressed anger she was showing him.

« Speak, sister or I will force you to speak to me. »

« I was visited once again by a black butterfly. Someone is going to die again and it could be you or me and I very much don't want to die. »

« Did you come here to lecture me about not killing Elpis when I had a chance? »

« I wouldn't dare. » She sneered before she crossed her arms above her chest. « However, I can't sense her and this is a problem. She knows our realm, she could lead the Sin to our gates and we would be lost. »

« Why are you so afraid of the Sin? Do you honestly think that he could defeat me? I am the primeval god of War. I AM THE ORIGINAL! I invented it! I perfected it! I toyed with it for millennia. He can't come up with a better plan. He can't overcome me. I was /born/ prepared. »

The blonde shook her head and protested. Since when did her brother become so difficult to manipulate? He didn't want to listen to her, he didn't seem to be even receptive to her manipulation. Her rage increased and she snarled even harder.

« Then you are a /fool/ if you think that Elpis won't surprise you when she comes to our gates too. She is the elder goddess of Hope /and/ Despair. Don't you think that she would have a negative influence on our siblings? Don't you think she can't influence us? Do you honestly think that we can defeat her /and/ the sin at the same time? » She yelled at him, unable to refrain her anger any longer.

« ENOUGH! » He stood up and quickly walked to her. His hand squeezed her neck and started to squeeze hard. Ayasha's features were still defiant as she didn't want to lose an inch of control over her brother. Was it hubris? Was it the truth? She put her hands on Ishtar's hands and furrowed her brows. « I do not want to hear one more word from your mouth. You keep questioning me as if I didn't plan anything. You keep talking, over and over again. You keep talking and I keep thinking that all you want is to control me. So from now on : SHUT YOUR MOUTH! » He yelled close to her face. She shrugged and closed her eyes. For the first time, the goddess fo knowledge realized the true potential of her brother. He let his aura spread across the room and it was so powerful and so heavy that it would have brought her to her knees if she was standing up. « Leave me be, Ayasha. Leave this room and the next time you come back, make sure you have a better mindset. »

He released her throat and Ayasha coughed for air. She blinked and rubbed the bruised throat and hurriedly left the room. He was foolish, she thought because he didn't know the dangers that lied ahead. Her sister would soon appear again, and perhaps at full strength.. if not, with a strength that went beyond anything she expected.

-TBC-