So this is from my fic “Flowers bathed in blood” which was written with Saint Seiya Valentine’s 2026 in mind
Gestalt didn’t believe those rumors. In his opinion it was was just the very paranoid whispers of children who worried over the constant civil wars of the humans around the globe.
With the world constantly at war, Gestalt wasn’t surprised that many worried that a sealed god could be awakened thanks to meddling humans who do not know what they are doing.
Cain certainly shares that belief, of the high possibility of the humans’ wars accidentally awakening a sealed god or the warriors of a god deep in slumber.
“My brother said once that if the normal humans accidentally awaken a sealed or slumbering god because of their wars, then it’s their fault,” Cain had said once during a shared mission.
The bodies of the invading soldiers laid on the sand covered ground and Cain simply watched them with an unreadable expression in his eyes. None were mortally wounded, so their survival was still possible.
”That seems rather harsh,” Gestalt had replied. “It’s not as if they are doing it on purpose or purposefully seeking to awaken a possibly volatile deity,”
Cain had scoffed slightly at that. Then, almost as if involuntary, he had harshly walked over to the still body of one of the soldiers and lightly kicked it.
”Most of them are not looking for the ruined temples of deities whose worship has either dwindled or completing died out,” Gestalt amended. “But still, it’s in bad humor to treat a body so harshly,”
“There’s really only so much any of us can do for them when they themselves won’t listen to history and change,” Cain continued, looking up at the sky now. “Especially when our beloved goddess is still resting in Olympus, awaiting for her next reincarnation,”
“Athena can do nothing for them if they don’t take charge of their own fates,” Gestalt said. “And besides, fighting the holy wars to keep humanity alive is the only thing that can do anymore.”
”One day, the other gods will stop being a painful bother,” Cain seems to promise. Briefly, he did not look like himself but rather like his brother Abel.
Gestalt had not liked that.
”Do you truly believe that?” He had asked instead. “Or is it simply the hopes of someone born in an era without the goddes he worships?”
Cain returned to looking like himself. “…I…I do not know,” He had said quietly. “I suppose that hoping is all I can do,” His expression was distant even as he turned to face Gestalt. It was as if his mind was somewhere else. “Abel says it’s bad to hold onto such hopes, that it’s futile because it’s worthless and it’s only going to hurt more when things fall apart,”
”I think that you should hold onto your hope,” Gestalt replied. Cain had looked surprised at that, and finally he did not look as if he was far away despite how he was right in front of Gestalt. “Who knows, maybe one day it will come true and we can stop worrying over the gods that want to invalidate everyone’s lives and kill humanity to start over,”
”Shall I carry that hope on, and nurture it so I can pass it down to the future generations after me?” Cain asked softly. His expression was soft, and his golden eyes were gentle.
Briefly, Gestalt had been reminded of the gentleness of the silver-haired youth that Cain had been years ago gently holding Gestalt as he sobbed over his beloved horse —Tanya— that had died early in the morning.
Cain had held him close, and softly hummed an old lullaby. “My mother used to sing this to me and Abel whenever we were sad,” Cain had says of the song after, when Gestalt’s tears had dried up and they had gone inside to the temple of Gemini.
Abel had not liked seeing him inside the temple of the twins. Cain had said that he was possessive and territorial. “That’s simply the way he is,” Cain had remarked. “A bit prone to jealousy. He’s never liked sharing, even when we were in the orphanage,”
Still, Gestalt had not liked the idea of Abel chasing away anyone who came to the temple of Gemini to see Cain.
”Doesn’t it get lonely?” Gestalt had asked him once, a long time ago. They had still been hovering over the edge childhood and into adulthood. Gestalt was a year older than Cain (and Abel), but back when they were younger he certainly didn’t look the part. He was shorter, scrawnier, and more rough looking than the twins.
Back then, Gestalt had already learnt what the warmth of Cain’s comfort felt like. But he hadn’t learned how addictive the taste could be. Cain had always been kind in his manner, and Gestalt had clung especially hard onto the silver-haired boy after Tanya’s death.
”Sometimes,” Cain had admitted, quietly as he stared at the plain ceramic teapot. “But it’s not so bad. I have my twin brother, Abel. As long as I have him I’ll never be alone or lonely,” He had smiled fainting. “I am never lonely because my brother is always with me,”
Gestalt had believed him and yet not.
So he had decided to make a promise.
“I will make sure that you are never lonely!” Gestalt had vowed. “No matter how many years pass by, I will always come visit you to make sure that you are not lonely. I promise,”
