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

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

A/N: I just wanted to write about these two. Since they’re trying to reconcile and have their own goal to achieve. 

XXXX

Ishtar was the embodiment of War. Warriors paid tributes to him with the blood of their enemies and their cries of passion. He was comfortable with solitude, but even stronger when they were many. War was his purpose, his motivation, and his very essence. Yet, he increasingly grew dissatisfied with his life. He found himself feeling envy towards some of his siblings who were able to have companions and progeny. He found himself lusting after Elpis, dreaming that one day she would become his, and craving her affection. How could he not? When he thought of it, Elpis was the only sibling he had who actually cared about him. She didn’t mind working by his side, and he realized that her company was giving him another sense of purpose, a sense of companionship he was lacking of. He wanted to protect her, ensure her happiness and allow her to maintain her innocence. 

Perhaps that was what lost him. He was so smitten over his sister’s innocence that he didn’t realize she was growing up. He had not noticed her slip through his fingers and mature into a fierce and powerful goddess. Elpis was powerful, if anything, her tantrum against the Sumerian pantheon proved to him that she was not to be trifled with. Elpis was fiery, loyal, and protective of her family. That was the whole reason for her anger towards the lesser pantheon. They had disrespected their father, the late All-Mighty All-Father Khaos, and Elpis couldn’t stand the offense, she couldn’t forgive them so she killed them all.  Still… at that time she was innocent and he was desperately in love with that side of her, the ideal version of her, the fragile one. 

 

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

 

 

 

A/N: I just wanted to write about these two. Since they’re trying to reconcile and have their own goal to achieve.

 

 

 

XXXX

 

 

 

Ishtar was the embodiment of War. Warriors paid tributes to him with the blood of their enemies and their cries of passion. He was comfortable with solitude, but even stronger when they were many. War was his purpose, his motivation, and his very essence. Yet, he increasingly grew dissatisfied with his life. He found himself feeling envy towards some of his siblings who were able to have companions and progeny. He found himself lusting after Elpis, dreaming that one day she would become his, and craving her affection. How could he not? When he thought of it, Elpis was the only sibling he had who cared about him. She didn’t mind working by his side, and he realized that her company was giving him another sense of purpose, a sense of companionship he was lacking. He wanted to protect her, ensure her happiness, and allow her to maintain her innocence.

 

 

 

Perhaps that was what lost him. He was so smitten over his sister’s innocence that he didn’t realize she was growing up. He had not noticed her slip through his fingers and mature into a fierce and powerful goddess. Elpis was powerful, if anything, her tantrum against the Sumerian pantheon proved to him that she was not to be trifled with. Elpis was fiery, loyal, and protective of her family. That was the whole reason for her anger towards the lesser pantheon. They had disrespected their father, the late All-Mighty All-Father Khaos, and Elpis couldn’t stand the offense, she couldn’t forgive them, so she killed them all.  Still… at that time she was innocent, and he was desperately in love with that side of her, the ideal version of her, the fragile one.

 

 

 

He realized that what Elpis provided couldn’t be replaced with Ayasha. He tried to believe his own lies and pretended that Ayasha was the right one. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to love her. He couldn’t bring himself to even think of her when they were fucking. The long golden locks turned pink in his mind, the golden skin of hers was a dark chocolate hue. The voice was richer, warmer, and more sensual. Each word burned deep into his soul, marking him, having him more and more wrapped around the goddess's fingers. Each thrust into Ayasha’s tight cunt was instead into what he believed to be warm and wet heaven. Her soft curves were fuller and more supple instead of the lean and soft body against his. Yes, he was fucking Elpis. His mind screamed for it to be true instead of the disappointing reality.

 

 

 

Ayasha didn’t mind. She had never loved Ishtar to begin with. He was a pawn, her muscles. She was the mastermind behind the death of their dear father. She was the mastermind behind the curse of Elpis and the one who was supposed to be using Ishtar as a weapon that would allow her to rise to power. She wanted the crown and the title but was clever enough to first let her brother wipe out competition for her. Some would call it a strategy, others would call it cowardice, either way, that was allowing her to rise above all and win. So, she didn’t mind if he requested a little bit of company, and he used her body to empty his anguish. She didn’t mind the pleasure it brought her, the obvious attention she’d been craving for a while but oh so rarely had. Ishtar was a gorgeous man, his long jet-black hair, his black eyes, and his strong body was turning her on. Fucking him was not unpleasant, but she quickly learned to manage her expectations and prepare for a more brutal romp should he be in a bad mood. She could do with anything, but she expressly forbade him to call their sister’s name.

 

 

 

Ayasha wasn’t stupid, she was aware of her brother’s incredible love for their traitorous sister. She knew he would never be able to overcome his feelings and was willing to accept it as long as he didn’t call her “Elpis”. It had happened a few times since Elpis’ awakening, and the goddess was mortified each time he expressed his feelings. Misery needed company and ambition was willing to be hers. Ayasha needed to rekindle her relationship with her brother because she needed him. Ishtar was way too much important for Ayasha to lose. He wasn’t angry at her anymore, instead he was in awe of how driven his siter was. He was in awe of how well thought-out her plan was and how she managed to actually take over the pantheon. Ishtar was seeking absolution. He was seeking rebirth, and was seeking glory. He wanted to become more than just the All-Father. He wanted his name to be chanted across the universe instead of just sung on Earth. He realized the glorious purpose of his sister and ironically found hope within his heart. Perhaps, he could dream again. Perhaps, he could be happy…

 

-TBC-