@hxdrostorms for a starter between Sasha/Athena and Shaka
It had been a few days after Hades had attacked the Sanctuary. The Sanctuary was destroyed because of Hades’ attack, however, the saints had been working hard to rebuild parts of the destroyed Sanctuary. Thanks to Asmita’s rosary, Sasha no longer needed to constantly use her cosmos to create a barrier around the Sanctuary to stop the specters from reviving themselves. The Pope told her to get a good rest which she did. However, even after everything, the recent events still played in her head. She failed to free her brother when he was in front of her and in their trap. How many saints have already fallen so far? There were too many… Albafica, Cerberus, Sagitta, Auriga, Heracles… she continued listing the different names of the saints that had fallen inside her head… Asmita, Sisyphus… While Sisyphus was still alive, he was still gravely injured by his arrow and Hades’ cosmos. She had visited Sisyphus in his temple an hour ago and was now visiting the Virgo temple. She could see the Virgo cloth in the same location where Asmita used to sit to meditate. She still remembered the nights when she visited Asmita a few times in secret. Even though Asmita had scolded her for doing so, he had never reported her to the Pope. She had always known of Asmita’s doubts towards her. He had felt so much suffering from the world and was troubled by it. She was happy that he had finally gotten the answer he was seeking. But she had hoped that he would live longer. When he asked her for his final request, she felt greatly saddened.
‘It is to help you, Athena and the other saints in the Holy War. If this continues on, we will be at a disadvantage and lose to Hades.’
Yes, she knew. Her barrier can only do so much and she had used so much of her cosmos already. If only she was stronger so Asmita did not have to sacrifice herself. She had promised herself years ago that she would move forward as Athena so she could protect the people she wanted to protect. If only she could have done better…
Sasha was looking at the rosary that Asmita had sacrificed himself to create.
“Asmita… if only you can hear me, I want to say thank you for everything you have done. I wish you were still here…”
As she said that, she could feel a gentle cosmos slowly manifesting before her. A bright light appeared and instead of the Virgo cloth before her, there was another Virgo saint. He looked like Asmita but she knew that he was a different Virgo saint from a different timeline.
