Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the series.
In the beginning, there was light.
Some would argue darkness was there first. After all, how could there be light if there was no darkness? Darkness was just the absence of light after all. Could such a thing exist if what defined it didn't?
For one Jaune Arc, such an answer was obvious.
In the beginning, it was truly Light that came first.
Well, if how his recent days have gone were anything to go by, light was definitely the early riser…
"Good morning, Jaune! It's time to get up!"
…much to his dismay.
Like wind blowing through the clouds, a bell-like voice pierced through the darkness that was the young Arc's beauty sleep. As if the sound's very presence brought light with it, his dark room was soon illuminated, not by an otherworldly light but simply by his curtains being pulled open to let the morning sun do the rest.
"Ugh." Jaune, refusing to lose to this being, did what was only natural: Roll over and pull the blanket over his head. However, perhaps in his sleep deprived brain, he had forgotten just who he was messing with. The fool.
A small indignant huff was the only warning he had, if one could call it that, before his blanket was forcibly torn off his body. With his protection gone, all he could do was now blearily open his eyes, slowly, as they needed time to adjust to the light shining at them.
Before him stood a god.
The light seemingly bent around this person, creating a profile of a human from where the light couldn't pass through. They stood above him like a statue with head held high, hands on hips, and legs slightly apart. There even could have been antler horns at the very top of the head too, adding to the otherworldly profile.
It was as if the being was made of pure light, no, as if light had originated from this being.
That effect only lasted for the second it took Jaune's eyes to finally adjust to the bright sun shining through his window.
Instead of the impressive image of illumination, now stood a short girl that couldn't be older than his youngest sister when she was thirteen year's old. Red eyes stared down at him, only possible due to him lying down on his bed.
He curled himself up, hoping that would spare him the day. It was futile, of course.
"Up and about, Jaune."
"Don't you sleep, at all, Light?"
"Of course, not! There's too much to do in this world to waste time resting!"
"You can't be serious. I'm pretty sure even Darkness rests."
"No can do! There's a shrine to be fixed after all."
Ugh. That was the worst part. Nothing spoiled getting out of bed more than knowing you'd spend the whole day just cleaning up a rundown shrine. However, such mortal teenager concerns did not matter to a god, especially one who needed a working shrine intact. They hadn't even touched the hole at the roof, which Jaune was sure was a good reason why they'd arrive to a shrine floor with scattered leaves in the first place.
All Jaune had done for the past week had been to wake up, sweep the place and scrub down walls that really needed to be replaced.
Just when was he going to do prophet things? Not that Jaune knew what said things were composed of. He never really thought that far when he signed up for this. Perhaps he imagined something more...fantastical? No giant beasts or Grimm had shown up since. Nor had there been any pillars of light.
Just a ton of mundane cleaning.
The only real miracle here was that he was somehow getting away with all of this. He was pretty sure he should be going to some sort of school at this point but it seemed getting back home tired, sweaty, and covered in dirt was enough to convince his mother to let him do what he wanted.
As he allowed himself to be pulled out of bed, Jaune couldn't help but think running a religion was much harder than he had thought.
Then again, this was the longest he had gone with talking with a girl that wasn't related to him by blood. Even his sisters would tell him that itself was a miracle.
The trek back to the Shrine was a lot easier than the first time they had rediscovered it a week back. When there had been an overgrowth of a small forest, now, there was a very obvious hole at the center of the foliage. Entering it would lead one to a tunnel where all branches and leaves did not exist. That had no relation to Jaune's earlier efforts but rather from Darkness just simply walking back and forth from the Shrine to where they started. It was almost as if nature around them decided to part a way for them to pass.
Still, a path was no use unless people knew where it led so the sign Jaune had painted initially was planted at the very entrance. His godly companions had mentioned that it may be better to replace it with something of higher quality but that just proved to Jaune that it seemed even gods had a hard time appreciating art. Still, it wasn't like there was anything much to get to.
The Shrine, of course, was still a wreck and definitely not something one would want any potential worshipers to see as the house of one's religion. They had been working on it all week and yet it still looked like a hobo was living in it. With all the leftover containers of food Jaune left there plus the spare mattress by the back, that may have not been far from the truth.
The path, at least was cool with how most of the trees still covered the top to create a ceiling of wood and leaves. It'd be a bit of a problem if it rained but for now sunlight above barely peeked through which provided a comfortable warmth and Ansel was in the middle of the Summer season. Jaune definitely enjoyed the morning walk as he walked next to Light. He had offered to just carry her through sword form but she seemed more than content in walking the path with him. He could only guess the ability to move after all those years must have been overwhelming.
She walked next to him at the same pace as Jaune purposely slowed down his own due to his longer legs so they could walk together. The goddess didn't look at all inconvenienced that she was only walking on her bare feet.
And it didn't seem like it was without reason too.
Every time those bare soles touched the dirt, a small ripple of light was left behind, as if she was walking on water. From the center, rocks broke out of the soil. They were wide flat rocks, smooth and perfect to step on for those that didn't want to get their shoes on the hard soil. And so, the path that trailed behind the two was of two paths, side-by-side: one Jaune walked which was clean hard earth while the one Light threaded had a pathway made of rocks.
"I'm still amazed that you guys could do stuff like that." Jaune spoke up as he peeked a glance back. "Though I've heard of hunstmen having their own personal form of magic or something, it's still surprising." Especially since none of the hunstmen he knew had anything as showy as that.
"These are not but literal pebbles in what the power of Creation can do, Jaune." Light replied, never missing a step. He'd only seen her create brooms, brushes, pails for water, and many other various cleaning tools so it'd be lying if the Arc wasn't really impressed with such a boast. That didn't stop it from being cool. "This path will be the first impression any visitors will have for us. Giving them even a few stepping stones would go a long way."
"Wouldn't that actually be my sign?"
"...that they are already coming means your sign has worked." The shorter girl politely traded. "Of course, being taken in by the sign and actually making the steps to the destination is a different thing entirely. By having this path made, we wouldn't waste any of the efforts your art has gone into calling them to us."
"You're right."
"And, that's also why we need to continue with the Shrine's upkeep." She gripped her hands into tiny fists, before nodding. "Once it's become reasonable, we'll then be able to leave and start resolving requests."
Although, exactly when would that be? There was still that hole in the roof.
"Hey, Light." Jaune took another glance at the rocks that were growing like weeds behind her. "You sure you couldn't just magic up the roof like you're doing now?"
"Hmm." What Jaune liked about the older sibling was that she at least never immediately dismissed what he said, no matter how stupid. Darkness would have just ignored him after the fifth time but Light at least looked like she took what he said into account. "Not at my current state, no."
"Then..." What can you do? The boy let the remains of the question trail off. Even he knew that saying such a thing, even to a mortal like himself, was the rudeness. It wasn't like Jaune could do much more anyways. As far as being a prophet went, he still hadn't had the slightest clue.
"Right now, my powers of Creation are limited to these small materials and simple tools in what I touch." Light tapped her bottom lip with her pointer finger in thought before replying. Her eyes narrowed as she admitted her current abilities although they did seem to light up on her next words. "Knowledge is thankfully limited."
"Huh?"
Light simply shook he head. The gesture clearly showed it meant nothing to their current discussion. "The most I can do now is create the boards needed to replace the hole of the roof."
"...and that's where I come in?"
"Indeed." The pleasant smile she sent him did not suppress the almost forlorn sigh. He knew it was coming but he didn't really want to hear it. Of course, it wasn't missed. Her expression morphed concerned. "What's the matter?"
"No, it's just..."
He turned his head away from her expectant gaze. He didn't want to say that it felt like too much work as, after all, he did give his word about this. Also, that saying such thing felt slightly shameful knowing how enthused the god was. It was like telling his mom or one of his sister he wanted to go out with her but then wanting to cancel at the last second to lazy about instead.
Also, it was odd but Light had this sort of aura where disappointing her felt like he was disappointing his mom. The feeling felt almost instinctual and Jaune had to wonder if that just came with the perks of knowing she was the one who partly created humanity.
And so, the wannabe prophet, scrambled for a reason.
"Jaune...?"
"I guess I want to do what you're doing too." That wasn't a lie. Being a fifteen year old teenager who was linked to two of the creators of the planet brought with it some delusions of grandeur. It did not help that Darkness hadn't been able to train him yet as most nights she spent helping with fixing up the Shrine as well. "It'd be cool if I could at least make a rocky path, as well."
Light tilted her head.
"You can do it yourself, can you not?"
"Really?"
"Of course. Any of you humans can do what I'm doing with a shovel and a collection of rocks too."
"Oh, so that's what you meant." Jaune rolled his eyes at the roundabout answer. He released the gasp he had held in when she had agreed earlier. He had thought he'd finally be able to do something cool. "I get that but it's more about being able to actually create rocks then the rock path itself. The journey than the destination, you know?"
"...I see." At his words, Light stopped in her tracks, the rock summoning along with her. "You may be right there, Jaune. "
"Huh?" When Jaune turned back at her to ask about her words. He didn't expect his words to actually get her. If such a lousy platitude could stop her, then why didn't the same thing get him a date a month back?
"Here I am telling you to do something you can do on your own and yet am I not doing the same." In a small flash of light, Light had a small gardening shoveling her hand. Her face was oddly resolute yet was radiating something akin to understanding, maybe even literally. "I shall refrain from using my power and do it myself then."
"What? You really don't need to do this." Really. They weren't even halfway there yet. Did this goddess realize just how far away they still were? it would take hours for the digging alone. "We still have things to do at the shrine."
Unfortunately, he knew the look on her face. It was the same kind his older sisters wore when they roped him into something without taking no as an answer.
"We are still in the midst of upkeep. And this path is part of the shrine as well." Jaune didn't know how but when the goddess knelt down on the dirt, her white dress didn't get stained with soil at all. Compared to him whose sneakers were already halfway to looking like leather shoes. It took her a moment to scoop out a good mound of dirt, making a nice sized hole on the soil path.
"You can go ahead, Jaune." Her bowed head replied, as she then filled the hole with a nearby rock. "Start the sweeping of the steps without me."
"And...you'll be okay, here?"
"I'll be fine."
She watched Jaune scratch the back of his head before his gaze turned to the direction of the shrine.
"All right then. I'll see you later, Light. I'll finish the steps before you get there."
"I will see you then." The God of Light turned away from the human to start to dig another hole. To think that it would be her who needed to be reminded of the importance of Creation. Although, how just long had it been since she had created anything? When did it stop being about the joy in creating something new and became about looking after the Creations themselves?
Just when did she stop being a creator to becoming the Creator?
The soil below was hard. The tiny shovel in her hand just did not have the same power to mold mountains with a single swipe unlike in the past. The same ones that lifted volcanoes from the core could barely lift a tiny rock. Even creating this tiny path was barely considered what she'd had once called Creation. It was simple displacement of the ground and the minerals around her. It was closer to Destruction, really.
In the past week, the God had found out an odd thing about the body she used. It started with an increase in heart beat then difficulty in breathing followed by an aching in various muscles and a psychological need to stop whatever she is doing. One didn't need Knowledge to know it was what humans called exhaustion.
It was an odd feeling, she decided.
One that filled her as she pushed a nearby rock into the newly finished hole followed by filling in the edges to make sure it wouldn't be displaced in the future.
One step done.
As she dug up more of the brown dirt, something fell. The Knowledge that such a liquid was sweat filled her mind. She continued on anyways, knowing this meant the body was being taxed. The Knowledge that a nearby rock would fill this in was supplied. She found it and put it back in.
Another step done.
It was a good feeling, she decided.
Back when the planet was new, when it was still whole, the God of Light had created whatever living thing came to mind. Flora and Fauna of thousands of different species. Even just the tiny insects could have hundreds of variations on how they functioned. The only reason the planet hadn't been fully infested was due to the God of Darkness' destructive ways.
In truth, the experiment known as humans were only created, not only to stop the feud, but because the God of Light's affinity for creation knew no bounds. If her sibling cold create the the constantly evolving Grimm, then why not combine their abilities to create something that evolved and adapted just as fast only without the need for utter violence?
It was too interesting an opportunity to pass. The Creation of something new along with the Knowledge it would give was an unquenchable thirst. She had never been defined by those two ideas yet it was those same two she had gifted to humanity.
And yet, in the end, the world she had created with her own abilities, that pure world before humanity, got fully wiped out until there seemed like nothing was left of it any longer. Just a Remnant of it once was. How ironic that the creation she had offered to create with Darkness to stop her sibling's wanton destruction was what, in the end, gave Darkness the full destruction of the world she wanted.
Watching it all burn away after she had first left it...that was the closest the God had felt to this feeling of exhaustion. To watch all of her efforts come undone in a single moment.
Back then, it had also felt like this feeling as well.
How exhausting.
How tiring.
This whole exercise in moving the earth and filling it with rocks was the same.
Exhausting. Tiring. Yet different.
Just why did she Create in the first place?
She didn't even realize a hand had grabbed her own until it had completely overlapped it.
"Here, let me do it."
A voice suddenly broke through her small reverie. She hadn't even noticed she had stopped digging. Or perhaps, she hadn't noticed her body was getting too tired to continue.
Jaune moved himself into where she was, exchanging their places as well as grabbing the shovel from her hand. He was already displacing the ground when he turned to notice Light was still staring blankly, kneeling besides him.
"What?"
"I honestly did not expect such compliance." Her face lacked the surprise her tone lightly betrayed it. Instead, it showed a knowing look. "What made you come back?"
"I'm not sure." Jaune turned back to the ground below him. There were many reasons why he stayed. It'd be stupid to leave his sword behind. It'd be faster if both of them worked at the same time at one job. Perhaps it was just that his sisters' brainwashing had finally come through so Jaune just couldn't stand still while a girl worked in front of him. Curse them!
"I guess I just couldn't let my Goddess be. After all, isn't that what a prophet's supposed to do?" Jaune went with the simplest answer instead. It was something he had been thinking about this whole time but it had come to him when he had watched the small girl's figure and decided it was much too lonely for even a god.
Just what was a prophet supposed to do? Did they single-mindedly obey their Lord? Did they wield awesome powers and performed miracles to spread Their name? Did they act as the Gods' mouthpiece?"
He shook his head. No, it was much simpler than that.
"No, isn't that what partners do?"
Crimson eyes widened slightly as small pink lips formed an "O". Eventually, they crinkled up, sparkling like small rubies under the starry light. If Jaune had been looking her way, he'd have easily mistaken the flush on her face for exhaustion too.
"Partners, huh? To proclaim yourself, equal to a god..." Instead of sounding offended, the God of Light in the visage of a human girl sounded more amused than anything. Enough that the chime of a bell left her mouth. No, it was just that such a noise was too pretty to be called anything but the ringing of delicate bells.
"Huhuhu..."
Her pretty laugh had Jaune flush slightly. He really hoped that was a "with him" one even if he wasn't laughing himself. "W-well, that's what we are right? I'll be your prophet to help you guys out while you guys help me out when you can too. That's being partners, right?"
That was the answer he had reached. Right now, the best he could do was to help these gods out.
"So it is, isn't it?" Light nodded, a small smile on her face as she got up. She sounded, what he hoped, to be satisfied with it. There was also a new spark of something in the normally polite tone, one of barely-restrained excitement. "Do you want a larger shovel?"
"Please."
Immediately, a more standard-sized shovel was handed over to Jaune as he got up from his kneeling position. He could at least dig without needing to kneel down with this one. The smaller one was then pocketed.
"Then I shall find some rocks to fill those in with, and if none are left, I shall create them. But only as a last resort." Light explained. "After all, if we relied on that too much then that would defeat the whole purpose."
"That's a good plan." Jaune nodded, engrossed in his work. The soil was harder than he thought it'd be. "I'll be fine over here. Let's create this path together then."
"Yes. Let us. I shall look for rocks over there then!" An odd giddiness was in the girl's voice as she went off to find some rocks before he could protest. He'd have been worried about her going off but Darkness had assured there were still no Grimm within the forest. Rather, it was more likely he should worry more about himself seeing as how he only didn't have much in weaponry.
Light is too excited as usual.
Speaking of which...
"Oh, you were there?" Jaune spoke out loud as he continued his shoveling. "I thought you were resting."
I am. I only wanted to investigate why the strain on our power use lessened.
It had become known to the Siblings that when one was using a body, the other had a hard time keeping awake even when in their weapon form. It seemed the first time had been the sole when they were both weapons, it was easy to converse with the two.
"She was never this hyper before." Jaune remembered how his first impression of the God of Light was more of a patient, wise, man. The one he knew as Light felt more or less the same but was more what he'd describe as driven and responsible than actually excited for things as she seemed to be now.
Being in a human body affects us who have never felt limitations such as tire or even those chemicals that produce emotions. Well, my sibling has always been like that when creating things.
"Oh yeah. Doesn't the story go that the God of Light loved creating living things as much as you hated seeing them? Didn't she create things every day?"
No human would truly know what had happened back then. The reason it took days for a being like ourselves was because my sibling had gotten too excited about Creation. There was no end to the madness that was brought forth. The reason I destroyed at night was because I had acknowledged there was just too much for one planet to handle. Some things shouldn't be brought to life at all.
"That's a bit overreacting, isn't it?"
Count yourself lucky my Grimm had long since eliminated the Spider Horses as well the Clown Trees.
"Never mind." Jaune tried not to shudder. He failed.
Imagine, Son of Man, trying to paint a blank canvass without previous inspiration. Then imagine that canvass being millions of square miles large. That is what my sibling had created in what humans would consider a day. Every inch was taken into account. Every being as well was designed to play a role.
"That's a lot of praise coming from you."
...do not misunderstand. While I will admit to Light's ability, I am not envious at all. With Creation comes the burden of Knowledge. One can not just simply create a tree without knowing how it works.
"Well, if you created something then that means you know how it works." Jaune dug another hole, throwing out the dirt to the side. "I get that, at least."
Then can you try to conceptualize creating water or trees without them ever having existed?
"That's...no." Jaune admitted. He actually stopped for a moment to think about it. How did one create a tree without having previous knowledge of it? Or how did one create about water and all the rules and cycles that came with it. He could barely write a song without plagiarizing at least half a dozen popular ones.
Such things were just so part of everyday life, of being human, or even of this planet that it was hard to imagine a world where they were first thought up by a person. one would think it'd come from some sort of natural selection process.
"It sounds hard. Did she really do all that herself?"
Son of Man. I hold no regrets about leaving my sibling be to create as I destroyed. So, there is truth that when she created, I was not beside her.
In the beginning, there was Light. And only Light after all. To destroy something had to be there in the first place, inversely one can create when there is nothing at all.
Jaune recalled how Light and Darkness mentioned they had resided in separate domains. Sure Light had other humans around her but would one really consider those equals? When they were worshipped and asked for favors?
What was more alone, the one who went out to seclude themself purposely or the one who was only surrounded by the toys they had made?
"You really care, huh, Darkness?"
...Cheeky human. Has all that labor fogged up your mind?
Jaune didn't say anything. Didn't need to with the grin on his face. He's been in enough sibling spats to recognize care. The twins were exactly like this when they fought, both refusing to acknowledge the other but yet still clearly showed worry. The original tale had made them sound as if they were the antithesis of each other but didn't he feel the same whenever he got in a fight with his sister?
Hmm. Our talk is over. Don't tire yourself out too much for something this trivial. We may be able to finally begin some training.
"Yeah Yeah." Jaune nodded before realizing what the shield had said. "What really!?"
After no reply for some time, Jaune could only go back to work, more excited than ever. Soon, he heard the litter pitter patter of feet coming close.
"Jaune! I've found a good haul of rocks." Light ran to him holding a large pile of rocks in between her crossed arms. They almost covered her face which made him wonder how she was able to see.
Waving over, he told her to fill in the holes he made.
It looked like they'd be done, as his mother would say, in a jiffy.
As Jaune sat at the top of the steps of the shrine, finally reaching it for the first time that day, he couldn't help but wonder if he should ask his mother to redefine what jiffy meant.
Because, right now, all he could do was watch the glowing orange hue of the low sun light up the canopy of the forest below. It was as if the forest was on fire.
Although, what was truly on fire were his muscles. Digging for a whole day, carrying rocks back and forth, then cementing down on the holes he created was a full-blown work-out. His hair was wild and his body shined with sweat. His whole wardrobe was covered with dirt and grime.
Next to him sat Light. She was the total opposite of his condition. Her whole dress was still impossibly stain free. Her sun-looking hair ornament was still aloft perfectly combed dark. The only thing that really gave it away was the flush of red on her face along with the sweat on her forehead.
It had taken up the whole day to finish what could have been finished in possibly an hour of walking. Even from up here, he could only spot the parts closest to the stairs followed by some of the path when the canopy opened up. It really wasn't anything special. They were just rocks he had placed in front of each other until they arrived at the shrine.
Yet was it really that weird to feel so proud of such an accomplishment? When was the last time Jaune Arc had seriously put himself into something like this? Maybe his failed dance troupe but he wouldn't be here now if he really did try there now would he?
"That was quite fulfilling, wasn't it Jaune?"
"Yeah, I guess it was."
Well, the goddess next to him seemed more pleased than usual. She wasn't wearing the polite smile she'd wear whenever a day of cleaning ended. Like how his mother would smile when he showed her his report card and said he tried his best. Or maybe she was just too tired to care for such pleasantries.
It'd be a lie to say that smile on her face wasn't genuine though.
Not that he himself wasn't sporting his own self-satisfied look. Although, that may have been partially his wheezing lungs. Even if he hadn't meant it earlier, the seeing the path to the the shrine he had helped create did end up more satisfying than if he had just let Light make it with her powers.
Was this the power of his scriptures? Maybe, he was getting better at this prophet thing, after all.
"I don't believe I've ever worked so hard on something." Jaune turned to the goddess next to him who was staring at the setting sun before him. "Not since we gods both created you humans."
As predicted, her face was flushed from exhaustion. Her whole body aching was a new experience, feeling discomfort from places of a human body she had never had before. The heart, that was meant for simply flowing blood, felt like it was about to ram itself out of her chest.
The God of Light had never felt this way before. Knowledge supplied her the word: Alive.
After all, she had been immortal. There was no beginning or end. Being alive for them simply meant a human's soul was not in the mortal plane. Was this how their creations truly lived? Always on the brink of just disappearing? Stuck in this meatbag of a body that was just constantly dying? How frightening. How impossible.
How amazing.
Millennia ago, the God of Light learned to love Creating life. After, the God of Light learned to look after its creations. Yet this may have been the first time that the God had appreciated it's own (shared) creation.
"Humans really are amazing."
She watched at what was simply the rotation of the planet in coordination to their location caused the image of a perpetual explosion in the deep void of space to dip into the horizon. She had always loved that light in the sky which was why she had created only in the day. Even as she knew this body was fading away, it was breathtaking. Now that she had breath to take, even more so.
"This world has such amazing sights, does it not?"
"Now, that's just bragging." Jaune laughed. He then noticed her slightly wobbling form. "Though you sure you're not tired?"
It was true that while Jaune had been the one to do most of the work, she had been the one to look for stone after stone. It may have been better to have it the other way around but she had Knowledge on her side which made locating things easier.
"Tired?" Light tested the word on her lips. That was something Jaune always complained about at the end of the day but now it was her he was asking. It did seem so.
"Here." He tapped his lap, a gesture the Knowledge within her explained immediately but Jaune did so anyways. "You could rest on my lap. My sisters do it all the time."
Especially when they lie down on the couch when he was playing a video game. Whether older or younger, it was apparently his prerogative as their brother to allow them to rest on him no matter the place or time.
Seeing no harm in it, the goddess scootched over to her prophet and then laid her head down on his lap, her face looking directly up at him.
It was then a large palm moved aside the headdress on her head and started rubbing the top.
"You did good."
"Eh?"
"You did good, Light. You did a good job."
It was something Jaune had gotten ingrained into him by his sisters. When lying on his lap, all his little sisters wanted to be petted while the only reason his big sisters would go to him was the need to feel appreciated. Such a thing was done without thinking. They had truly brainwashed this poor lad.
Meanwhile, the being formerly known as the God of Light stared back up at his warm smile. It was the first time she had heard such words in such context. Thankful? Sure, after she had helped a follower. Appreciative? Should be. But congratulatory? Not yet. Not for something she had done.
But then again, would such words matter to a God?
Yet she could barely be called one now so such words did. They drew a slight gasp from her as she stared at this human in wonder. A warmth not unlike the Light she used to carry warmly smoldered in her chest. Not even the Knowledge within her had made her know how much she had wanted to hear such words from someone.
Odd, she didn't remember creating humans to have such a function when lying on another's lap? Then again, these were already a different wave of humanity from the initial ones they had created. Even so, prior to Jaune's claim it only made her body even more tired. Her heartbeat sped up quicker while the flush on her cheeks got worse, both signs of exhaustion worsening.
How peculiar. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling though.
Maybe, she was more tired than she let on. Tired from moving around in this mortal body. Tired from having been sealed from who knows how long. Tired of creating things to only have them be destroyed. Tired of giving humanity chances only to see how they failed each one.
Was a god allowed to rest? Didn't that one religion claim theirs did on the seventh day? She knew Darkness rested all the time though her sibling would never admit it.
"Then, if I am tired, may I rest with you?"
Jaune looked down, not expecting such words from the typical busybody god. He hadn't thought he'd ever seen her rest since...he had woken up the sword. Even when she was cleaning, she never stopped. Eyes as pure as roses stare up at him, almost as if he's the deity who could grant her wish. Jaune couldn't anymore see the god trapped in being a little girl but just a little girl trapped in being a god.
Of course, his answer was immediate. None of his sisters or his family needed to brainwash or condition him to say what he said, this was all Jaune Arc.
"Anytime you want." Jaune nodded with a grin. "Let thy will be done, mine goddess. Rely on your prophet for times like this."
"Then I will, my prophet." Light took one last glimpse at the sunset before closing her eyes. How long had it been since she simply stared at that setting star? The image was already fading but she knew she'd be able to see it again, will see it again tomorrow.
With the excitement of the day fading and the tire of the day and past millenia, catching up, the God of Light, for once, allowed herself to indulge in just a bit or rest. And by the time the sun had already set in the sky, all that remained in Jaune's lap was a his sword, naturally warmer than usual.
AN: I rewatched the Ozma ep but I think people shit on GoL too much. I get he goes MUH BALANCE but he mentioned that was only in conduction with humans, I believe. I mean, it's not like they Salem and Ozma had made their choices. It's odd that it's Salem and Jaune who are the ones who are foils to each other that volume with how they learn to deal with death.
Wanted to add Darkness' part but I feel it'll be too much at that point.
Next on the list is some training, some town requests, and maybe an actual fight.