COPG : Life and Death of Ayasha : In Vain

 

COPG : Life and Death of Ayasha: In Vain

A/N : Of course, Ayasha is absolutely devastated by everything that has been happening. She doesn't really know what's going to happen soon. She had drawn her cards and yet nothing positive is happening. So she's been closely watching the human vessel of her sister. Well, a former human vessel.

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Ayasha was looking at the fountain, in hopes that maybe her sister and the Sin would have made a mistake, but it seemed that they were not likely to make mistakes. Why would they when the Sin's magic could shield them perfectly? Ayasha was growing desperate, mostly because she no longer had the controls he hoped to have on Ishtar who forced her to reveal her secrets to him. Yes, she was power-hungry. Yes! She wanted to get rid of the rest of the pantheon so she would have been the only one and yes! She manipulated him into killing their father and replacing him and cursing Elpis since he couldn't murder her. Since she had admitted to the truth, Ishtar had been distant, as if he didn't want to talk to her but she knew he was plotting, probably plotting against her. This made the goddess writhe in anguish and anger as she was now cornered. Think, Ayasha, Think.

Her eyes averted from the fountain to the beautiful landscape. After all this war, the one good thing that didn't change was the landscape. As soon as Ishtar and Ayasha established their supremacy, the other gods followed and they restored the once destroyed palace and garden. This used to bring her peace, back when Khaos was alive and Gaea pretended to care for her progeny. The reality wasn't as good as the lies fed to them by their parents. Ayasha wanted to kill her mother, but she knew she didn't have the amount of power necessary to do such a thing. She also knew that her sibling didn't control the full power of the All-Father so both of them would never be able to destroy Gaea. But could Elpis? Ayasha did study the places destroyed in the wake of her sister and her lover. She noticed the insane amount of energy used to create chaos, pure chaos. She could feel her sister's power and noticed that it actually was far stronger than 2000 years ago. Perhaps, with the rage that was boiling inside her, would Elpis take over their mother and become the new-All-Mother. However, if she did, it would come with a cost, and once she wasn't willing to pay.

She furrowed her brows and bit her thumb. Where was she now? Her brother tolerated her presence, he even allowed her back in his bedroom so they could fuck but she no longer had control over him... yet. Ayasha was cunning and she had a silver tongue, she would make sure to find a way to get into her brother's mind again but it would require some time and some more skills. Elpis was still hard to detect, if not undetectable. So what was left of her? She anticipated Elpis' desire to grow stronger, so they were inevitably on Earth, but Gaea still refused to make a move towards her daughter, in fear of awakening her true power too soon and lose her for good. Elpis was growing stronger and Ayasha was cowering in a corner which she hated. They had lost the dagger of fate but would forge god-killing weapons. Sure, they wouldn't know how to destroy a sin -not yet-, but Ayasha was actively looking for parchments or whatever piece of information she could get from the Greek pantheon. Maybe if she found Hades or Hades' hide-out, she would be able to know how the sins were made and what it could take to unmake them. She had to be careful because not everyone was an ally among the remaining of the Greek pantheon, but she was hoping to talk her way out of the issues.

But if nothing worked? If there was nothing left for her but to wait for a potential death? Ayasha loved life way too much to sacrifice herself. She still had the vessel, Asma Jensen, who was roaming free and who befriended the goddess without knowing she was one. She still wanted to cause mayhem between the sin and her sister and what better than to threaten -or kill- the human who started it all? Ayasha felt that she still had a solution, no matter the issue presenting itself to her. She was already looking for a way to unmake Pride, leave his energy without a body so he wouldn't be able to interfere with them. She was forging a weapon capable of taking out her enraged sister and she was at the same time willing and on top of it all, she was working her way back into her brother's heart. Perhaps she miscalculated and he would prove to be a good ally, a partner, an emperor for her empress. She wanted to believe that with truth, their relationship could blossom for the better but she wasn't sure. There was a lot at risk and not a lot of answers, which never had a good look. So yes, the blonde goddess was staring at the fountain of Truth, looking for anything, anything that could help her out of her situation. In vain. For now.

-TBC-

How to save a life

A/N: Another vent piece, this time I'm focusing a little (really a tiny bit) more on the physical and gory details but also, well, we have my beloved recurring themes. Please, overlook this one if you feel disturbed, but I needed this. More than one can know.

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There is the million dollar question: How do you wash so much Red?

She mindlessly stared at the gun. It was on the table, loaded and ready to be used and just an inch from her hand. The clock on the wall was ticking as if it was urging her to end her misery. Her guts were churning, her throat was dry. There was the solution to all solutions, a way out of this shithole her life was. Her way to say goodbye and rid society of a dangerous individual. There was her chance to have a little bit of control over her life, just a tiny bit.. enough for her to give Life a middle-finger and yell « I chose to end that way » on her way to hell... or whatever place there was after Death. She wasn't a believer... Heaven, Hell.. they were stories told to kids in order to keep them in check. She believed that the good souls were at peace. They would join the void and be at peace, knowing they led a decent life. Souls like hers? They never rested. She would carry her guilt even after her death and be hoping to end up alone with them. An eternity spent wondering why she hurt those she hurt and why she couldn't stop herself sooner.

Tic Tac Tic Tac... There was no sound in the room, no sound except for the clock in that wall. Her fingers itched, so she tapped them rhythmically on the table while her hazel eyes stared at the gun... Come on, pick it up.. Take it! Take ! Put an end to this! She shifty-eyed with it and then looked at the wall. Now wasn't the time. A cigarette might help, so she lit one. There was no reason to step back, she did have blood on her hands. She remembered each and every one of her victims, some were even babies. She would always spare the kids too much pain, breaking their neck and it was done. It was with the adults that Phoenix had fun with. They taught her well at the organization. How to become desensitized, how to take lives and make it a game.. how to enjoy the sight of blood. They taught her well... But you could only last that long until it bit you back in the ass. And it did. Nightmares plagued her... nightmares that in truth were memories of her murders. She remembered the screams, the last words, the pleas, and sobs. She remembered how cold she faced most of these when she wasn't straight up enjoying it. She closed her eyes, her last kills coming back to her mind.

She took her sweet time with the last one. Director of the organization that kidnapped her as an infant and turned her into a murder machine. Oh, she had fun with him! She broke his legs, cut his wrists to prevent him from moving. She beat him up with a hammer, enjoying the sound of breaking bones and wet bloody flesh being torn apart. She relished in his screams and pleas for mercy.. the same mercy he never showed any of the children the organization abducted. She relished in the smell of his piss and blood, in the sight of his broken teeth and cuts in the face. AH, it was wonderful! She straddled him, turned on by the death she was inflicting him and took her sweet time gauging his eyes out of his eye sockets. All the while talking about what she endured at his hands and the hands of the organization. They stole her life. They broke her down into submission and made her a puppet...a weapon. They robbed her of a chance to have a normal life, of being loved and cared for... of being herself. How could she show them mercy? They had her kill babies... babies, how could she come back from a sin like this one? He asked for a quick and clean death but she gave him a brutal one. She stoned him to Death, smashing his favorite rock into his skull and making a mess out of the place. It splashed on her clothes, face, pieces of brain and skull flew by but she didn't care. She didn't care at all.... until now. Even that asshole was in her nightmares and felt like remorse.

There is a million-dollar answer: You can't wash it away.

Tic Tac TicTac. Her cigarette was still in her mouth, but she felt braver. Her fingers were still tapping against the table but this time it was in order to give herself some courage. Why was it so hard to kill oneself? She tried it before, during a mission. She let herself fall once but caught herself up, reflexes and shit. She tried to take bullets but never took a fatal one. She even tried not to take her medication when she was sick but her body survived her abuse. Her body always survived her abuse. Maybe with a gun, she wouldn't be able to escape her fate. It was necessary.. quick.. it had to happen. So she tapped her fingers to give herself some strength. Tap.. tap.. tap.. and finally grabbed it ten minutes later. The barrel of the gun was in her mouth and she shut her eyes, ready to fire. Ready to fire.Ready to... her fingers didn't move. What was happening? She opened her eyes again, confused, panicked, breathing hard and moaning painfully. Why couldn't she pull the trigger? Her eyes grew wide, the question was simple, the answer even simpler. She was a criminal, an assassin... She destroyed the organization that raised her to become a murderer and the only way for her to make amend now was to die. There was no life after what she did. There was no hope for a soul like hers that was burdened with the lives of those she killed. She shut her eyes again, screaming to give herself some courage. 3...2...1 FIRE! But nothing happened. 3..2...1..

A scream tore down the silence, muffled of course by the gun in her mouth. Nothing happened. She became frustrated. Why couldn't she kill herself? She felt tears roll down her cheeks and pulled the gun out of her mouth. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. She cleared her throat and rubbed her jaw. Her breathing became harder as tears couldn't stop rolling down her face. Damnit ! What the fuck was happening? She put the gun down and took a deep breath. Her hand wiped her tears off of her face and she groaned louder, venting her frustration at her gun and her inability to end her own life. Look at you! You had no problems killing your targets but when it comes to you it becomes a little rough? Pathetic ! She was pathetic and she knew it. She put the safety back on and resumed smoking. How many times did she imagine her Death? How many times did she try? She spent so many years surrounded by Death that she became used to it. She became used to it...she didn't want to die at least, not yet. Destroying the organization wasn't enough... she wasn't free just yet. She needed something more, something to balance the pain she caused others. She needed to save lives... And maybe she could even try to save hers. Maybe....