Hi, here's Zalaine! Welcome in my first english fiction (I'm french), and first collab! That's a story about Asmita, I love this character and two episodes about him was not enough, so this is a story!(R&R please, as said that's my first english fiction and collab, so I want to know if you like it)
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Hello everyone, Desribethenight here from the story No Matter What They Say and Deadly Divine. This time, I'm collaborating with the wonderful Zalaine! We hope you enjoy this story, don't forget to review, follow and like us both!
Asmita and Akurei stood in front of the broken Pegasus armor that somehow looked just like the lower half of a strange skeleton.
"Are you sure Asmita?
-Please, the blood in me should be used for greater good. I don't see any more usefulness my blood can bring to me."
Akurei seemed to choke as he understood the words' meaning. But Akurei didn't try to stop the virgo saint, they both knew that only him could awaken the power of the fruits. And Asmita had finally found a goal, a reason for his futile and useless life. This cosmos he had for so long that only accumulated on his loneliness, he'll use it to help his goddess.
"Will the loss of blood weaken your Cosmo?
- No, I had built up some of the extra cosmos a few nights ago.
- Very well. I will miss you, Virgo Asmita.
- As I will of you, master"
As he replied, Asmita cut his arm, letting the maroon blood flow over the Pegasus armor, dyeing it temporarily bronze.
The specters grinned mischievously as they look at the Tower from afar. "Over there?" One of them chuckled, "The foolish Saints who took the fruits of the Mukurossi?" The party of specters were amused to see the Tower that will soon be destroyed. "Yeah," another replied. "Lady Pandora only told us to retrieve the fruits…" He spread his wings. "However!" He began to run. The other members followed him towards the tower. "If there is any resistance, just kill them without mercy!" He laughed.
As the evil party ran towards the Tower, they felt a presence unfamiliar to their senses. The road that led to the Sanctuary seemed to go on forever When the tower finally came into view, they saw some saints at the foot of the tower "Not even gold" snickered Edward, the leader of the specters. "we will have some fun finally!"
The aura surrounding the specters went gloomy. Suddenly, a great Cosmo exploded not too far from them. It was Virgo Asmita. "No! At the top of tower! Kill him!" The specter seemed panicked. "Too late" a quiet voice replied as the top of the tower exploded. Edward flew upwards towards the source of the explosion. The cosmos grew higher and higher. "Tenkuu Haja Chimi Môryô!" Uncountable amounts of demon-like creatures flew towards the specters. 'It's too late. So? What do you think? Doesn't the demons look like you?" said the quiet voice. "Tembu Horin! This time, you'll find eternal rest at last" The voice died down as the cosmos blinded the surroundings of the Tower.
He opened his eyes, and for the first time something changed, he was no longer in the darkness. A vast deep blue canvas full of little sparkles shone with compliments to the blue background above him, a starry sky. Wavy silhouettes below the sky, mountains. This world is beautiful. He felt pegasus' presence near him.
"-Asmita!
-Tenma? This world is so beautiful… I would never imagine that i could contemplate such a light one day."
Tenma seemed stricken, why? The world was not as full of misery as he supposed it to be.
"There are some villages nearby, isn't it? When people live side by side, they live a life strewn with suffering… but in pain, there is also happiness…"
He looked down to Tenma, who was still shocked.
"Ah… You seem younger than I thought. Whether it is in hell or at this very place, your destiny is forever linked to the destiny of young Athena's. Tenma… I entrust you Athena."
He felt his body fade away. He felt warmth. He disappeared. All of his cosmos had been used for the rosary, there was nothing left, he disappeared.
Tenma looked on as he kneeled down. Virgo Asmita is gone. The place where he once stood now laid his armor, whose hands were pressed together as the rosary threaded across the hole between the palms. The armor was shimmering gold, reflecting the light of the bright moon that night.
