Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Homeless ❯ The Goddess ( Chapter 1 )

Prologue to HOMELESS

By: rude

Disclaimer and Warnings

The characters of Saint-Seiya are not mine and I am not earning a peso, yen, dollar, or any other currency with them. This is for pure amusement and therapy. Don't sue me!

For the poor souls in misfortune crossing true this fic, I'm warning them that I like yaoi and that this is probably heading for gay land. Meaning yaoi and lemons, the big heavy ones. OK?

The Goddess

Things were not going well, Hades lost the war but he won the battle. Seiya died and Saori used all her Cosmo to resuscitate him. At the end it cost the life to the young goddess of war.

Seiya returned weak and feeling more dead than alive... he lost his goddess, the sister he barely met, the world had come to dwell on the child's shoulders. The boy who was once known as the saint of hope.

Wright next to Saori, Tatsumi, the old butler died he will never allow his lady to go alone and unprotected anywhere, not even to the darker realm.

This death was the definitive one, the goddess would not return to earth, she had finally been able to conquer the enemies of humanity and she could fulfill the promise made to her 5 brothers; they would have peace and never would the holly wars return, the rest was in the hands of humanity.

Even wile in the bottom of her soul the goddess tried to survive, the mortal soul of Saori had a revelation. While she was alive existed the possibility... no, the certainty that the goddess of war returned. And always with her will return the wars among gods, the wars among men. Everything was bound and Saori tasted deceit in her core, self-deceit when descending to the abyss to recover the soul of the Pegasus. She saw it in the faces of those that fell, soldiers of lost battles that had never ceased to fall and now they looked at her with infinite sadness for those eyes that shown no longer, had no strength to hate. To hate her just for being, to hate her for taking from them the only worth they really possessed and hating themselves for giving it so foolishly. Their lives and everything that makes a soul what it is... the light she shone golden and pure it was not her own, but of the incorrupt and innocent souls of the young soldiers and warriors of thousands of past battles.

She saw reflected in the souls of the dead their common past. As if through a broken mirror that will never hit the floor, their lives could be seen through hundred of years, souls fed to her by the lives of the warriors that died in her name, on behalf of the war. She testified her own birth and she understood why she never wanted or felt the need for a mother, she never had one, in fact, during the centuries she always had enough from the shade of Zeus that protected and nurtured his creation, like a farmer growing the field he will later harvest and feed upon. It was a perverse dependence born from power and the need to rule, both tied together for crimes and desires unresolved. Rotating through their self-made karmic trap.

She could see the countless times that her body formed in the womb of virgins sacrificed to her brother Zeus, fed with the blood of saints: a group of the strongest boys in each era surrendered in body and soul to her and at the end died, they always died, so it be their combined energy that maintained the goddess alive for 200 years more.

She was the catharsis, the one to announce the comeback of the old gods from all around the world. If she did not reborn, they would remain in the abyss and finally they would be judged. Their souls like those of the common humans that at some time they were. No more wars, no more fights for power she always won with Nike in her right hand, and mainly no more souls to fuel them.

- Continue with the cycle... no die... live... cursed... damned... damned... no... The death continues... never... - voices inside her head screamed and they whispered like the tormented dream of a mad woman.

- I am a devil - it was her last thought as Athena goddess of Olympus.

It was to late for Athena, power drained from her like a river trough a broken dam. Saori took back the reigns. The personality created to cover her true nature overpowering the demon. Coming to look for Seiya so soon after the battle against Hades was the mistake she will pay dearest. But Athena needed the light of the Pegasus to continue living and Saori needed him to smile again.

Saori Kido took the control and although she could hear the screams of the other gods begging Athena to stop her, the youth brushed away the goddess's conscience and burned all her Cosmo to seal the abyss and send her beloved Seiya far from this black hole, far from her and the evil Athena represented. - Goodbye my dear Seiya some day you will forgive me... I hope you shall never learn the truth -

No, he would never find out that so many deaths and so much pain were not ever necessary.

Saori fought against Athena in the abyss and the girl's small figure became a cloud of luminous smoke. The souls were twisted with violence while the goddess and her ego fractured and exploded in a despaired fight to be again one. she smiled while they fell separate, finally. The goddess roared losing the vessel of her soul that was Saori Kido and the later laughed. finally free.