OH RIGHT 

i’ve added a couple new muses! 

i’ve added Celestina a while back, i don’t remember if i posted anything about her! 

and then the other day i added Vance and also his sister Sasha! 

SO GIVE THEM SOME LOVE <3 AND OTHER THINGS ! 

also tag drop!

Imagine: PhantomPros enters Sanctuary if Hades' army defeats Athena and he discovers Renata living alone among the ruins, trying to protect the gold cloths of Cancer and Gemini.

— PHANTOM ASPROS; Hades' Victory AU

*Little pretense: since this is based on my PRIVATE AU plot that I had with a dear partner of mine nearly 10 years ago, there are some tweaks. Such as: 1.) Phantom Aspros is brainwashed by Thanatos, not manipulated by Youma & the Demon Emperor Fist. So, Phantom Aspros, in the Private AU, wouldn't remember his life prior to his mortal death, which means that he won't 'snap' back to his normal self after his loved ones are killed. He has no recollection of anyone thanks to Thanatos' tortures. (My Private AU version of Thanatos is not connected to Ren or her Thanatos at @/deus-exstinguit). 2.) In several discussions with @/eclipticis, we agreed that Hades' goal is to restart humanity. We believe that Hades, after he cleansed the world of the 'ungrateful' humans, will perform a True Ressurection to his Specters and have them restart the human race in the world. With that in mind, in this specific drabble, Aspros is going to be truly resurrected and would probably take up a leadership role similar to the Pope Position of Sanctuary (Pope of ''New Rome'' maybe?? /galaxian'd) Anywho, to the story:

The order was clear: eradicate any living pest in Sanctuary grounds. The Gold Saints were dead, Athena was beheaded, and the land had to be cleansed of these annoying 'justice' rats before it can start anew. To prevent any of the animals that managed to escape the massacre from getting any bright ideas, Lord Aiacos had suggested that they destroy the Gold Cloths, and Aspros found himself agreeing to this notion.

Those things weren't anything more than a nuisance anyway.

The heels of his midnight jeweled armor clicked against cracked cobblestone as he patiently walked up the stairs to where the Gemini rests. He passed the body of many of these brave men and women warriors, but he did not care if their blood stained the rocks beneath his feet. The phantom continued his casual stroll to the Temple of Gemini. Almost as if it was second nature to him, when he arrived at the dilapidated temple, Aspros quickly navigated his way to the pedestal room.

What he didn't expect was the little girl that defiantly scowled at him as her little arms were clutched around an arm of the weeping Gemini and the claw of the ever so silent Cancer cloth. Both of the armors were heavily damaged but still retained their form.

"What bothersome pests, these brats of Sanctuary," Aspros laughed under his breath as he walked toward the little girl and the two cloths. He didn't expect to discover the Cancer Cloth here, but all the better anyway. He flicked a strand of black hair from his face before he calmly approached. "Have you nothing better to do, child? Shouldn't you have joined your bothersome brothers as they were slaughtered?"

He didn't know if he spoke fact or not. Some of these Sanctuary dolts managed to escape thanks to the sacrifice of the Gemini Saint. The few Saints he knew that escaped were the Sagittarius, the Aquarius, and the Leo Saint, along with a few trainees and children they managed to gather in a short amount of time. It took the Gemini Saint's last burst of cosmos to transport them somewhere, then his body gave out like a fly.

It filled Aspros with apathy as he stared down at the unfamiliar face. Only an empty curiosity filled his mind. Aspros watched the man die a slow and painful death as he bled out from his wounds.

"Papa, you've really forgotten about us?" the little girl sniffled, her dark eyes glimmering as new tears formed and slid down her dirt-covered face.

"I don't know who you're calling 'papa', brat," Aspros felt his lips stretch into a smirk, his cosmos flaring dangerously in response to his growing frustration.

He was getting annoyed with how many people were trying to communicate with him as if they were familiar with him.

The Specter hastened his steps toward the little girl, nearly breaking out into a sprint in his hurry to end her puny life. Yet, as she squeaked from fear, the weeping Gold Gemini Cloth let out a screeching sound through its cosmos.

The horrendous wail spiked Aspros with an instant migraine, and he dropped to his knees clutching his head in an attempt to block out the sound. He glanced up through the haze of pain just in time to see a spacial fissure rend the area around the child--and just as instantly as it appeared, it closed.

The Gold Cloths and the child disappeared along with the unprecedented cast of Another Dimension.

Aspros had to take a moment of silence and careful breathing before his headache subsided enough to a bearable degree. He rose to his feet - his mood thoroughly fouled by the Gemini Cloth's cruel trick. Unfortunately, he was incapacitated for a little too long to go chasing after the little girl, wherever the Cloth took her, but no matter. The world was going to end anyway and start anew from its ashes...

The phantom turned his heel and stumbled from the chamber.

No matter... No matter at all...