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Uncertainties (4taro x Deb) (Gods!AU)

Sorry it’s been a couple days since the event started (I’ve been busy with college work), but here’s my entry for @lostinthe-jojos god AU event.

CWs: blood, injury, somewhat nsfw because I have no self control.

Also I realize that my name is Deborah, but Devorah seems holier idk.

Anyway, without further ado: Uncertainties (4taro x Deb) 3.4k words

When man first began to walk the earth, there were very few certainties. There were so many variables unable to be grasped by mankind. But one thing that humans remained able to expect each day was the magnificent changes in the sky. The sky would lighten in the dawn and darken in the dusk. And born from the darkness of dusk and the light of dawn, the winds and planets arose, toppling over man and establishing dominance within the stars. Eos of the dawn and Astraeus of the dusk led their children in controlling the skies. Helios god of the sun flew across the sky during the day, Selene goddess of the moon danced across the sky at night.

Such a system produced a calming presence looming over their inferiors, making man docile, making man pure. She was entirely unknown to her fellow gods in the heavens. From such purity was born its personification, Astraea. The embodiment of peace, justice, and calm. Astraea walked among the people, a goddess among the mortal, content to guard their innocence and prevent war. But Earth comes with such uncertainty, such unrest. Mankind couldn’t rely on her for much longer.

“Who is that father?”

One day, the youngest of Eos and Astraeus’ children, Mercury, glanced down at the surface of the Earth, finding Astraea sitting withing a town square, mankind taking no notice of her, walking past and through her form.

“She’s a goddess, she would have to be.”

An observation from Mars caused young Helios to take notice. The deities watched from their high place in the clouds as Astraea kept on moving, slipping past those in her way, a peaceful calm radiating from her glowing form. She was almost ghostly… her long blond hair spilled down to her back, her unfocused green eyes failing to look ahead of her.

“It looks as if she’s doesn’t know where she’s going…”

Eos muttered worriedly, clinging to her husband’s arm. Helios watched closely, his gaze fixated on her, a large weight being placed upon his shoulders. What incredible responsibility she must have. As long as she remains on Earth, mankind will not know war or injustice. Helios soon discovered her secret.

“She walks aimlessly for peace and justice are blind to bias. She was born from man’s peace and justice, so she must be blind as well. She can’t see because she must not be persuaded. She can’t allow Man to be persuaded either.” He explained solemnly. Venus huffed.

“Pity. If she’s blind she can’t see how beautiful she is.”

The planets and winds looked amongst each other, their hearts aching for their companion’s pain and handicap. The southern wind was the first to turn her gaze back to the surface, her audible gasp causing a sharp breeze to sweep over the land.

“Look there!” She exclaimed.

Born from the initial uncertainty of the universe, a young god named Pallas arose from the Earth and began to roam. Unlike Astraea, who wandered aimlessly, Pallas moved in sharp turns, direct at his targets. His blinding complexion, his sharp teeth and the bright glint of his weapons all shown brilliantly as he made quick work of mankind, his blades unmeant to cause harm, but to instill fear and hatred into their hearts.

Helios watched closely as the mental wounds Palmas attempted to give had no effect. Mercury climbed upon his father Astraeus' shoulders.

"She won't let him do anything…"

They all watched the giant glow radiating from Astraea as she walked away from the crowd, her haze filling the ears and eyes of mankind around her, leaving them docile and kind. Helios began to panic as Pallas noticed the goddess’s presence, his very opposite. In a split second, Pallas charged his blade forward, the planets and winds crying out for him to stop. Without warning, the war god plunged his blade into Astraea's chest, knocking the blind personification of good forward and leaving her bleeding. The golden hue quickly faded and without much thought given, man soon turned on himself. Violence, unlike the Earth had ever seen sprung forth as Astraea was left in the dirt, her defective eyes scattering to find anything to cling to in the eternal darkness. She collapsed forward, Eos above her clung to her husband.

"Astraeus, we must do something!" Helios scoffed at the group's inaction.

Running to his chariot, his purple robes waving in the wind, Helios was soon ready to save the fallen.

Venus called out to him. “Helios, you can’t go! Selene has already brought in the night sky!”

“Well none of you are coming to save her are you?”

For a brief moment on Earth, the Sun shown in the dark evening sky, blinding all those that saw it. Helios dropped down near Astraea, frantically looking around for Pallas, not seeing him, Deciding to not invite trouble, he soon fled with the wounded goddess in his arms. Astraea tried desperately to cling to the Earth, fearing she would never return to her home again.

• • • • • • • •

“Come Helios, you must get ready for the daybreak.”

“Just a moment!”

It had been several hours since the wounded goddess was last awake. She laid in bed, slowly healing. At first, the planets and winds took their turns watching over her. When it was finally Helios’ turn, he found himself entranced by their guest. It was a shame she had no idea what she looked like. How badly Helios wished for her to see her own beautiful blonde waves, her vacant hazel eyes, her porcelain complexion, and delicate form. She seemed so… peaceful, in stark comparison to the Earth after her disappearance. On the surface, Pallas reigned, allowing humans to weed themselves out of the planet’s ecosystem.

“Helios! You must begin your flight this instant! Selene has returned!”

But the young titan barely heard the other’s words. He felt his heart soar as he stared down at her resting body. Such purity was rarely seen in their world. But still, it was his job to uphold his share of the world. Day had to follow after night. As he stood up from the bed, Helios felt a gentle hand grip unto his wrist.

“You’re going back to Earth aren’t you?”

He turned around, shocked at Astraea’s sudden awakening. He was sure she had been asleep only a moment ago.

“Yes, I’ll send someone to come and watch over you. Don’t worry.”

“I want to come with you Helios.”

He eyed her curiously. “How do you know my given name?”

“I’ve always known it. That’s what the humans call you, Helios, god of the sun. I always knew you were this beautiful as well.”

The god’s breath quickened. “But you can’t see me…”

“I don’t need to. I could picture you every day as you rode across the sky to bring in the dawn. I feel the warm rays of the sun on my skin and I can picture the golden chariot that you wield, as well as the golden tone of your skin. I feel the ways the sunflowers grow upwards in your direction and I picture you’re a god of tall stature. I feel the way you enrich the soil with your power and know that you have deep black hair. You reflect off the water so I know you have these deep blue eyes as well. And to hear your voice for the first time, it sounds exactly like the booming rush of energy and emotion that mankind experiences every day with the rising of the sun. Please, tell me your real name, not your given one.”

Helios listened to her intently, watching as she fidgeted with her fragile hands as if trying to feel what she used to feel when still on Earth. He turned back to her.

“It’s Jotaro…”

“Please take me back Jotaro. The people need me.”

Helios leaned in, his eyes steeling as he considered his options. He wanted so badly to do the right thing, to have her return to her place so that she may bring life where Pallas had brought death. But life has so many uncertainties, so many variables. The only reason that she wished to remain on Earth was that she didn’t have anything else. If she could only see herself as he saw her, she would stay with her kind. She should stay with him, the young god who’s quickly fallen in love with her.

“Helios you must go now!”

He was warned a third time, by the other gods. Night’s effects were soon fading. Jotaro nudged his wrist out of Astraea’s grip running quickly at the room. The blind goddess felt around for calling out.

“Jotaro wait! You don’t know my real name, only my given one!”

Helios turned around, looking at her with a softness uncharacteristic of his kind.

“Yes? What is it?”

“It’s Devorah. Named after a prophetic judge from the East.”

“Well… I’ll be back shortly Devorah. I’ll see you at nightfall.”

As Helios raced across the sky that day to bring in the dawn that Eos had left behind, he saw the horrors of the Earth before him. Mankind had lost his justice, its members killing one another in conquest and bigotry. Touching down to the ground, he walked around before spotting Pallas. Quickly concealing himself, he stared blazingly at the war god. His wine-colored robe looked as it had been stained heavily in the blood of his victims. His blond hair was nothing like Devorah’s. Instead, it was spikey, almost white, and fell to his shoulders in messy, unkempt knots. His sharp teeth shown hanging from his mouth, the chilling bone a brilliant white. Jotaro rushed to make his escape before Pallas saw him, knowing what the other is capable of. He was much stronger than the god of the sun. Soon, nighttime fell and Helios rushed back to Devorah’s side.

Weeks would pass. It wasn’t long until Astraea was fully healed. Her simple peasant robes had been destroyed in Pallas’ attack, so Eos, along with Venus and Selene, dressed her in their finest materials. Donned in a flowing gown of serene olive and gold, Devorah only managed to capture the god of sight’s attention further.

During the night, when Jotaro was free to roam the skies without responsibility, the two of them rested together in each other’s company. Shyly, Helios would coax Astraea to identify him further. Her hands would trace over his cheekbones and jaw. Over his broad neck and through his black curls. Over his arms and legs, feeling the different definitions in his fit form. Over his chest and back, her fingers finding his cape and the platinum buttons of his robe. Once, Devorah burned her fingertips on his aureole of sunshine, the rays extending out from his head like a crown. She flinched back, the stinging pain unfamiliar to her. Jotaro quickly grasped her hands in his and kissed along the burns, Devorah feeling her cheeks heat up at the contact.

“I’m sorry Jotaro. I haven’t lived amongst gods for very long. There are still so many things I need to feel and experience.”

She whispered anxiously, her hands rushing to adjust the sleeves of her gown as they fell to reveal her soft shoulders. Helios tried his best to steady himself, his whole body ready to throw itself at hers. But he mustn’t scare her.

“...May I offer one more thing for you to experience?”

Astraea nodded slowly, blushing as Helios tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, his face inching closer to hers. The straps of her dress fell once more off her shoulders, Devorah now realizing how sensitive her skin had become under Helios’ rays. Jotaro moved in closer, his hand placing down on her leg, gently nudging the fabric closer. He leaned in the last stretch, his lips crashing upon hers. Devorah’s blinded vision scattered to make sense of what was happening. Her burnt hands came up to cradle Jotaro’s head, bringing him in closer. When they broke for air, Helios lovingly began to scale his kisses down Astraea’s graceful neck, her head turned to gaze out into the sky. The young god had become entirely lost in her. Her breath quickened, her whole body trembled from the foreign feelings the god of sight was corrupting her with. Then it suddenly dawned her. This love she was feeling… it wasn’t right. The goddess began to panic. This isn’t right. Justice is meant to wander aimlessly, without bias.

Devorah began to feel the cold of night fade away and the warmth of dawn begin, her hand reaching up to grab Jotaro’s robe tightly as he had placed a kiss right at her jaw, leaving it marked as his. His hand inched higher up her leg.

“Helios… dawn is breaking.” She breathed out.

Jotaro looked up at her, confused, his eyes still hazy from her dreamy penumbra and heady perfume. She never calls him by his given name anymore, usually only Jotaro. He stared into her vacant eyes, forgetting at that moment there was no sight behind them. He then turned to the sky, huffing a little.

“Nonsense… there’s still time until I must depart, Devorah.”

He reassured her, his lips returning to hers, lowering down to kiss her shoulders as well. Astraea shuddered before stiffening. She had lost sight of what was truly important. He would be around forever, but at this rate, Man wouldn’t be around for another year. Her hand rushed to pull her lover off of her. She flinched slightly under his touch, fighting herself to not sink into his advances.

“Jotaro you must get ready I-”

“Helios. Selene just returned from her post. Go.”

Both gods looked at the doorway to Devorah’s bedroom, seeing Eos, the elder goddess having just brought in the dawn.

“We won’t have you be late again.”

Helios stood up from Astraea's bed and combed his fingers through his black hair, straightening himself out. Devorah stayed behind, readjusting her gown. Watching him leave, the young deity's plan took its final form.

Fully healed from Pallas' wound, Astraea reached the gates to the heavens and carefully descended down, her feet touching down on Earth, her peaceful energy filling the land once more. Humans across the world dropped their weapons, a distinct calm took over. Astraea felt truly at home once more. Feeling the grass she walked on, she began to wander aimlessly as she had before. A smile came to her face, soon interrupted by a sharp blade touching her throat. Devorah gulped back, stiffening herself. Pallas leaned in to whisper into her ear.

"So you've come back? The moment you step down you immediately threaten all the hard work I've done."

Devorah clenched her fist. "Dio… you can kill me, but you won't make it out alive after that. Helios has gotten stronger, and he will surely kill you if you end my life here. Especially under the gaze of the noon sun."

Pallas considered her words, soon letting her go.

"Doesn't mean I can't harm you though!"

With a diabolical laugh, Dio swung once more, slashing Devorah's arm. Man returned to violence in that split second, then back to leave as Astraea got back on her feet. Retreating, Devorah extended back up to the sky, healing herself before the evening came and Helios returned to her. She sighed in relief as Jotaro didn't notice any sort of wound on her.

A deadly cycle ensued. While Helios was busy during the day, Astraea would travel to the Earth every day, undoing the damage that Pallas had done. Mankind became a deeply troubled species; there was no longer any black or white. They had come to appreciate the blonde goddess' efforts, lusting for her freedom from useless bloodshed, but still, every noon, Pallas would leave her with another scar and she would be forced to retreat and heal herself before Helios had to return for the night.

One such night, Deborah laid lazily in Jotaro's chest, feeling the magnificent heartbeat as he calmly slept. It was during that moment that she made her decision. Slipping on her gown, she stood from the bed, giving Helios one last kiss before descending down to the sleeping Earth.

When dawn broke that morning, Jotaro awoke to find himself alone. Looking around for his love, he found her gown gone as well. A knock came to the door.

"Helios! Selene has returned to her post! Go!"

Jotaro rushed out of bed, slipping his purple robes on. On his way out, he spotted the planets and winds conversing in the garden.

“Where’s Astraea? Have you seen her?” They all looked amongst each other.

“No I haven’t,” said Venus.

“I haven’t,” said the north wind.

“Neither have I,” said Mars.

“Not a sight of her,” said the eastern wind.

“Why do you ask?” asked Saturn.

Helios gulped down his worries and rushed to his chariot to fly over Earth. Over the past few nights, he noticed the scars dawning his lover’s body, wondering if she was returning to Earth. He feared finally that she had decided to do so. Floating over the land, Jotaro finally spotted his beloved Devorah. His eyes wept at the sight before him. Kneeling in the dirt, Astraea cradled a fallen man’s head in her hands, her blind eyes sensing no life from him. Pallas had sent out his minions to corrupt the very last people that followed her and her peaceful ways, and with all of his attacks, she had only grown weaker. But Justice must remain selfless and unbiased. How badly she wanted to escape to the skies, ignore the carnage before her. But Justice is blind and she unable to ignore her duties. Or so she thought. Devorah felt a familiar hand place down on her shoulder. She let out a heavy sigh, her tears landing on the dead man’s cheek.

“Mankind isn’t worth saving, Devorah…”

Jotaro muttered, understanding her concern, but they both knew he was right. Devorah calmly stood, a wound from Pallas’ men still visible on her arm.

“You’re right. But there’s still good in them Jotaro. I can feel it. I can’t abandon them.”

“I beg you to! Please, be selfish. You’ll end up dead if you keep coming down here.”

After deep consideration, Astraea finally nodded. Taking Helios’ hand, she stood up on his chariot, about to take off. Suddenly a hand grabbed unto hers. The goddess turned, sensing a man was holding pulling her down. Another human, a woman was pressing down with all her might to keep the chariot from leaving. A third human groveled on his knees before them, D evorah could hear his whimpering.

“Please don’t go! You must be the one bringing peace to this dark world! We beg you! Don’t leave us!”

“You’re the last one left on Earth to guard us!”

“Please… we’ll die…”

Astraea felt an incredible ache in her heart, preparing herself for her harsh words. She couldn’t help them anymore, but they could help themselves.

“You don’t need me anymore. From all this violence, you now know the true meaning of peace. Now, live through it. Bring others to your side, fight against the evil of this world. Honor me and I will never be far from you.”

Letting go of the man’s hand, Astraea and Helios rose into the sky, painting it in daylight.

And mankind honored her words. She became the model of serenity she had always been. They honored her in their lust for peace. They honored her in their humanly courts. Sculptors placed statues of the young goddess near Man’s places of legal worship, a blindfold draped over the eyes of the marble figures, a scale in hand. For Justice is truly blind. And every morning, those that recalled the day Justice flew into the sky with the god of the sun, honor her for being the last deity to see the potential in mankind. The last deity to embrace mortal life, even with all its variables and uncertainties. During the nights, Helios and Astraea would hold each other, and Helios would be her eyes until the end of time.

And Justice would wander aimlessly no longer.

Anyway time for the questions.

What type of god would your f/o be? Why?

Jotaro takes the form of Helios, god of the Sun. I figured it would be a cool reference to the fact that he’s related to hamon users.

Would they become a god one day or have they always been one?

He’s always been a god.

Which part do you play in this narrative?

I play the part of Astraea, the goddess of justice, innocence, purity and precision. The last part of the fic is inspired by this painting, as she is notably the last goddess to remain on Earth, still believing in the human race. She is also blind to hark back to those statues of Lady Justice, blindfolded near court houses.

If you and your f/o were gods would you be part of the same pantheon or different ones?

We are gods from the same pantheon, different groups. Helios is born to be a god of the sky, while Astraea is born as the personification of man’s good, born on Earth.

What type of myth would you be the protagonists of?

We are the protagonists of how mankind became a morally grey species, and why they place such an important on justice and purity in their legal systems.

#jjba #jjba writing #jjba hc #lostinthe-jojos #itzel's gods!au event #4taro x deb #someone help me come up with a name for this ship lmao

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🔞 Denia 👻 Father Bardas

This is Denia in something sexy and Father Bardas in a really bad disguise, both of which I believe are due to happen over the course of their story!

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“My lady.” The inflection in Garth Galvayne’s voice indicated that the statement was a prelude to a question. Two years of attempting to break the Knight’s strange code of conduct had shown Denia few results. She knew from experience what his question would be.

“Yes, Galvayne. Speak freely.”

Garth’s golden eyes twinkled, and a smile stretched across his chiseled, hazelnut features. “Were I not bound by my Code, I would be forced to praise your attractiveness, even to the extent of propositioning some form of intimacy.”

Denia grinned, glancing down at her armour. It was the finest suit of plate she had ever laid eyes on, or at least second finest if one counted Galvayne’s magnificent golden-painted plate armor. This suit was more subdued, fortunately, and it fit her well both aesthetically and physically. The metal had been dyed a deep bluish-grey, and was etched from top to bottom with scrollwork and symbols. Wolves featured prominently across it, frozen mid-bound across the chest plate and pauldrons.

It wasn’t the first full-plate suit she had worn, but it was special. It felt as if it had been crafted to fit not just her body, but her soul as well. It moved freely and easily, almost like a second skin.

Garth watched her test its flexibility and nodded pensively. “Titanite is a wondrous metal, is it not?”

“That’s selling it short, I think,” Denia said as she stepped off of the fitting platform, moving to the far wall. Her hammer leaned against the wall, the long handle stretching nearly four feet above the elongated iron head. Denia picked it up, hefting it in her hands to test the grip of her gauntlets. The many overlapping plates and scales of her armor slid perfectly around each other, as smooth as water flowing around a worn river stone.

“I don’t know how I could ever possibly repay Daron for this.”

Galvayne nodded again as Denia returned to the center of the room and began to practice her swings. “I should think that he wishes you indebted to him. A many-layered send-off if I’ve ever seen one; a splendid gift that ensures that the recipient owes the giver a favor at some later date.”

Denia snorted as she brought the hammer down in an overhead swing. “That man is too smart for his own good.” She spun the hammer in her hands, feeling the weight of the head as it forced its way through the air. She grinned as she pulled out of another swing, turning to the doorway in the same motion.

“Come on, let’s show Maximillian! He’s going to be so jealous.”

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It had been exactly five years and three months to the day since Father Jenson Bardas, priest of the Theus of Death and Time, had last dressed up as a Camp Follower from Lantann. That hadn’t been the first time, of course, but it had been long enough that he had been hoping it had been the last.

As always, it had been Denia who had crushed his hopes. “You’re the only one of us with acting experience and cheekbones,” she had said. “A little ochre coloring and you’l be perfect!”

‘Perfect’ was not the word Bardas would have used to describe dressing up as an aging prostitute in order to infiltrate an enemy encampment, let alone the encampment of the Silent Emperor himself. It was times like this that made him remember why he had become a priest of Patir as opposed to one of the more comprehensible deities. He could pray for the experience to be over with more than double the chance of it actually happening, either through his own sudden cessation of existence or some strange warping of time.

Unfortunately, neither had happened so far. He was just about to mouth yet another plea for release when a passing soldier called out to him.

“Prife, koe i rora!” The call didn’t seem to be aggressive, but Bardas rushed to translate it in his head. “Hey, you there!” Well that certainly required a response.

“Ae? Aha sdelal te mati ne?” Yes? Have I done something wrong?

The soldier must have recognized his poor accent, and switched to a broken Gillaran instead. “You are kairatutka, yes? Prostitute? You would like some of I?”

Bardas hastily declined and hurried on his way, blushing furiously beneath his already-reddened makeup. He wasn’t in the mood at the moment, but more importantly he didn’t have time.

He had an Emperor to seduce.

#sam posts #story time #writing #worldbuilding #sarimian universe #father bardas #Denia #garth galvayne

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