Elpis short: "Anger"

Elpis short: "Anger"

A/N: my poor little goddess. Deep down she's just hurting. 

Anger ran in the veins of the goddess, a feeling she cultivated and cared for 2000 years. She remembered the last time the memories of her betrayal surfaced again, ruining a perfect evening spent with her beloved, Superbia. She remembered the excruciating pain caused by the Dagger of Fate, the golden blood that dripped onto her chest, the disheveled pink hair that crowned her face, and the vision of her older brother. The new All-Father, Ishtar. The sight alone was enough to make her scream and fall on her knees with her hand on her chest. It had been a moment where disbelief, disdain, horror and pain mixed together and overwhelmed the young goddess. Of all the siblings she had, the one she thought would never betray her did so in the worst way possible.

 

Ishtar was her favourite brother. He was the one she spent the most time with, the one she thought she could trust with her life. He was protective of her, always making sure that the goddess was safe and fine and they worked so well on battlefields.  Before meeting Pride, there would have had a chance (although very small) that Elpis would have married Ishtar because of their compatibility. Yet, his own jealousy and their sister’s ambition made him betray Elpis.  His tormented face was the last image of the life she once knew and she wanted to destroy it. Anger easily replaced all the other feelings she might have had for them.  Yet, he betrayal was something she could deal with, but the death of her adored and faithful siblings destroyed any last shred of remorse she might have felt.

 

As she brushed her godly pink locks in front of the mirror, wishing to fix her outfit before her date with the Sin that night, the goddess narrowed her gaze. Her hand was holding onto the brush too tightly, her nails dug into the warm skin of her palm and had broken her skin. She was bleeding her golden blood and that was enough to make her lose her mind and break the mirror with her fist. Underneath all that anger was still a goddess who was mourning for the siblings who died for her. There was still this little goddess who felt alone at this very instant because the life she’d ever known was gone and the people she ever loved were no more. She felt alone because the family she thought she had was an elaborated lie that crumbled the day she was stabbed. She felt alone because despite everything she told Pride, the betrayal she was a victim of that day was still hurting her.