Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Words

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Words

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Elpis believed that words held power and shouldn’t be said without care. They had to be meant and to carry some weight. Khaos taught her to think like this, explaining to his last born that he never said unnecessary words and always made sure to do as he said because nothing induced fear in the heart of his enemies, than a man who would execute his threats. She learned from her sister Sitäa, the goddess of Love, that “Love” was a double-edged sword. It was a powerful word that carried a lot of weight and couldn’t be used lightly. Elpis experienced life. She had her own trials and errors, but she came to realize that they were right in that she should pick up carefully what she said and should always meant those words.

 

The long pink locks cascaded on her thighs, and she took a deep breath before she looked up to the ceiling of her bedroom. Elpis wondered if the Sin felt the same. She knew that Pride considered his word to be sacred and he liked to keep it. He always managed to deliver, no matter the odds, on his promises. His dedication to Asma’s happiness was a testament of that, the fact he forged her a weapon was testament of that and the fact he agreed to let her go on Earth and spend time with her there, was the biggest proof of his desire to please the goddess. His word had worth and value so perhaps, he meant it when he called her “My Light”. It wasn’t just a pet name; it was the way he considered her. She was more than just a goddess; she wasn’t a weapon. She was “His Light.”

 

Elpis smiled to herself, knowing that he might not truly consider it to be more than just a pet name. It was, all things considered, perhaps even more important than the actual meaning of the words. He gave her a pet name. She upgraded in his heart. From a petty feeling of revenge to an asset, she became someone close to him. She became someone he considered. He finally saw her for who she was and what she was. An ally, an equal… his future queen? Perhaps... or perhaps he simply acknowledged that she had earned her place in his mind. He did feel something and she was happy to notice it. She knew the word meant something, at least for him. Would she bother entertaining him with a little musing about his pet name? would she ask him if he liked her? Should she ask him how he'd react if she died during the war?  She wanted to know but she decided not to bother him just yet. She could wait a little longer but she knew that his words carried some weight.