What's the Dispersia about and where did you get the idea? The Diamonds look really cool!:)
Nothing really spectacular - someday I just looked at this man below here,
And thought that would fit Yellow diamond. And it did, I was right, of course
And from there I just thought, what if all the gems had no faces?
Because, hey, making an alien species a little more unsettling and hotter (+ easier to draw) is always the goal
The basic lore is that the diamonds are now abyssal creatures, hence their lack of face, and often more smokey look - which I haven't drawn yet aside from this one image,
As for story... There is none right now, this is pure aesthetics, and I love it that way
Before Athena emerged from Zeus, she was born to her mother, inside of an environment made for anything but life
CW: Stillbirth (temporary)
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Metis swallowed hard, cradling her newborn daughter to her chest, wings protectively wrapping around them both.
It should have been the happiest moment of her life. But all she felt was cold dread.
The infant was small, way smaller than she should be, and pale as ivory. She lay perfectly still in her mother's arms, and she wasn't breathing.
"Athena," Metis whispered. Her lips gently brushed against her daughter's clammy skin. "Mama's here, Athena, please, just breathe. Please-" Her voice cracked.
The weight of Zeus' essence, always working against them ever since he had consumed them, pressed down more oppressively than it had ever done, like the new life was an insult to his divinity.
"Athena," Metis repeated, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Breathe, my dearest, breathe for me."
She carefully pressed her hand to her daughter's chest, hoping to spark a reaction, make her cough, or anything...
She hadn't endured all this to watch her daughter fade to nothing.
Athena's wings rested limply against Metis' hand, a few downy feathers brushing against her skin.
Metis felt panicked tears slip down her face as she ran her thumb over her daughter's chest is circular motions, humming the broken tune of a lullaby.
Nothing.
Metis lifted her head to look into the unforgiving void, swirling with Zeus' energy that didn't want them there.
"You have to stop this," she whispered. "Zeus, please, let me keep her, I beg you."
She had no idea if he could hear her. At any rate, the void around her stayed still, uncaring that her baby wasn't moving.
Metis swallowed hard, cradling Athena closer to her chest, patting her back below her wings.
Her mind was racing almost too fast to keep up.
Zeus' energy almost knocked her to the floor, and Athena's small body seemed to go even colder.
Tears slipped down Metis' cheeks uninhibitedly.
"I won't lose you," she whispered. "I will not lose you, Athena."
She gently opened the baby's mouth, then briefly closed her eyes to materialize her own divine energy. If Zeus was working against his daughter, she would work for her.
A sliver of silver energy traveled out of Metis' mouth as she exhaled, into Athena's small body.
A low rumble like from thunder ran through the void. Metis flinched, wings shielding Athena more closely. The baby still didn't move.
"Come on," Metis whispered. "Come on, you're a fighter, my little one." She breathed out more energy. I need to see her... Oh fates, please, I need to see my baby open her eyes...
She felt her own essence flickering, complaining about being broken up and shared this way. She didn't care. If she had to shatter herself completely to make Athena live, she would.
Another breath, another sliver of silver into her baby's mouth. Zeus' essence pressed against her wings, an oppressive weight.
Metis took a shaky breath, pressing a kiss to Athena's forehead.
"You're so strong," she whispered brokenly. "You're so brave, my little girl."
A shudder ran through the small body in her arms. Metis exhaled in a soft sob.
Athena squirmed, her little face scrunching up. A weak sound escaped her mouth, more of a whimper than a cry, but her chest rose and fell shakily.
Metis laughed tearfully, cradling her daughter close.
"There you are," she whispered. "There you are, my little warrior. It's alright, Mama's right here."
Athena whimpered again, more strongly this time. Her tiny wings stiffened and shook behind her.
Metis kissed her again, caressing her daughter's small face.
"Athena," she murmured, wanting the girl to hear her name. The baby cooed softly, almost a chirping noise, then her eyes flickered open.
Metis caught her breath, meeting her baby's gaze for the first time.
Dark, almost black, with yellow flecks. Zeus' eyes. Almost. Metis frowned, looking more closely. A faint rim of silver around the iris, the same color as the energy that had brought her to life in this inhospitable environment.
Athena cooed again, yawning.
"You're perfect," Metis whispered tenderly, fingers gently brushing over Athena's skin. "You're beautiful, and you're mine, my little girl. I'll do anything for you, little Nea, I swear to you, anything."
Athena moved a little, tiny hand closing around the fabric of Metis' chiton. Her small body shuddered, then she started crying.
"There," Metis whispered, rocking the little goddess in her arms. "Shhh, it's okay. I know it's not nice here. Shhh." She wrapped the baby into her himation, holding her close.
She knew it wasn't over, not close. Zeus' essence was only barely kept at bay. But she was holding her baby and comforting her, and for that moment, she was the happiest she has ever been.
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