~Bronze statuette of Cybele on a cart drawn by lions
Date: 2nd half of 2nd century A.D.
The cult of the Anatolian mother goddess Kybele was introduced into Rome during the Second Punic War in the late third century B.C. and remained popular until early Christian times. The goddess is shown with her usual attributes, a phiale (libation bowl) in her right hand and a large tympanum (drum) in her left. But instead of flanking her throne as they normally do, here the two oversized lions pull a chariot. This elaborate group comes from a fountain, in which spouts projected from the open mouths of the lions. The original cart, harness, and throne no longer survive; the rear left wheel is a nineteenth-century restoration.
Since we went a little out of this world with Keith, it’s only fitting that our next contender is when things really go to space, Allura, princess of Altea (and Lion Goddess, at least according to the Arusians.
//Well here it
is, how I went with what the request was. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I hope y’all like it.
beginning might be sad, but it has a fluffy+happy ending. Death,
murder, mild swearing.
Need to know: This
is insinuated, but not completely said in the story: Y/n was really close
friends with Jerome, and a member of the Maniax. Also, it sort of starts right
when Jerome is murdered?
Oh they say people come, say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone, and the world may
Still I see you, celestial
Y/n’s mouth drops open as an agony filled scream claws
its way out of her throat, rising over everyone else’s. She pushes herself out
from behind the curtain where Jerome had told her to stay and she crashes to
the ground next to him. She places her hands on either side of his face as his
eyes meet hers, a disturbing, gurgling laugh bubbling from the back of his
throat. Blood pools out of his mouth, trickling down the side of his face.
Jerome’s eyes glisten, wider than they had ever been. His mouth closes, and opens,
his lips trying to form words that he can barely manage to make audible.
“Y…y/n.” She shakes her head quickly, tears filling her
eyes. He had already wasted enough of his energy.
“Jerome, no.” When his gaze meets Theo’s, who stands
above him, y/n’s heart breaks even more. In his eyes is pure pain and betrayal.
His eyes become moist with unfallen tears as he coughs softly. Theo shakes his
“I’m sorry Jerome,”
“You…you said….” Jerome’s mouth closes as more blood
falls out, and he swallows roughly, only to choke weakly on his blood. “…you
said….I was going….to be a …s…t…ar…” It only takes a few seconds for his head
to fall back, his mouth tilted up in a smile, his eyes open wide. His beautiful
green-blue eyes glaze over as the life leaves his body, his last breath coming
out in a soft, weak, wheezy laugh.
A single tear falls from y/n’s eyes as Barbara moves over
quickly, pulling her up.
Y/n shouts, pointing at Theo. “You sick bastard,
you killed him!” Barbara drags her
backwards as her gaze meets with Theo’s. “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make you suffer,
you piece of-” her shouts are silenced by the shouting of the crowd. Y/n’s gaze
meets Bruce’s and she laughs. For the longest time as Barbara is pulling her
out of the building, her loud, maniac laughter silences everyone. Everyone
freezes as the unstable laughter echoes through the room.
Even after Barbara put’s y/n into the car that Tabitha
had waiting, she still laughs. Yet her laughter is softer now, raspier. Tabitha
glances in the rearview mirror to look at y/n.
“She okay?” She asks, glancing at Barbara. Barbara shakes
“Theo killed Jerome…he killed him, Tabs.” Tabitha tilts
her head, slamming her foot down on the gas.
Y/n’s laughter continues, but it slowly turns into sobs,
which grow louder and louder. She covers her face with her hands, her whole
body shaking as she cries.
“That…son of a…I’m going to kill him…he,” she hiccups,
and inhales shakily. “He killed Jerome.”
Like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
Like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple
So how come things move on, how come cars don’t
When it feels like the end of my world
When I should but I can’t let you go?
Y/n shuts her eyes tightly while Barbara holds her gently,
stroking her hair. She still shakes as she sobs, unable to control herself.
“He took him away,” she cries. “Theo betrayed him-he-he
killed him, he killed Jerome.” Tabitha sits down next to her, not knowing what
“You’re going to be okay,” she starts. “You’ll get over
thi-” Before Tabitha can even finish her sentence, y/n’s head snaps over to
her, her gaze meeting Tabitha’s quickly.
“How could you say that?” She shouts through her sobs. “You
have no right to say that! You don’t
know what it’s like! I’m not going to get
over this! How am I supposed to? How
am I just supposed to let him go!?” Both of them are stunned by y/n’s rage,
and Barbara attempts to pull her back into a hug, glaring slightly at Tabitha.
She gets off of the couch and turns to face them. “How can I just let him go!? I loved him, I loved him!” Tabitha and
Barbara stare at her, their hearts breaking when they see the pain on her face.
“Did you just…” Barbara stops Tabitha before she can
continue as Y/n’s expression morphs from pain to desperation and realization.
“I…I didn’t just say that!” She shouts helplessly,
backing away from Barbara’s offer of a hug. “I didn’t love him-I didn’t say
that…” Her voice trails off as she inhales deeply.
“Y/n, it’s okay if you-”
“I don’t! Okay? I don’t.” Y/n whispers, wrapping her arms
around herself. “I didn’t and I don’t, and I won’t ever.” She covers her face
and sighs, composing herself before letting her arms fall down to her side,
plastering a wide smile over her pained expression.
“Y/n…” Barbara says, tilting her head in concern.
“I’m fine.” She says, turning around. “I’m just tired, I’m
going to go to sleep.”
“Y/n, you can’t just ignore what you said-what happened.”
Barbara says softly, causing y/n to freeze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says
“You said you loved him.” Tabitha says.
“No, I didn’t,” y/n’s words are not only trying to
convince them, but herself too.
“Why are you denying it? We can talk to you y/n. We can
“Because! Because as long as I never cared about him I
can’t miss him! As long as he wasn’t important to me, I won’t cry over him! I won’t feel like this anymore! I can’t feel like this! I won’t let
myself, I won’t let myself be like this! So, pathetic and so weak!” Y/n shouts,
her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She inhales deeply. “Now I’m going to
go to sleep.” She whispers, turning around. “And in the morning, we won’t
mention this.” Y/n moves into the bedroom quickly, slamming the door shut and
locking it behind her.
But when I’m cold, cold
Oh when I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me when I’m in
There’s a feeling you give me, an Everglow
Like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
And we swore on that night we’d be friends til
But the changing of winds, and the way waters
She lays down on her bed, grabbing her
phone and opening the photos. She scrolls up until she comes across the picture
of Jerome she’d taken when he wasn’t paying attention. A cold, heavy weight
settles down on her chest as she stares at the picture. It doesn’t take long
for her vision to be distorted by the tears filling her eyes and she swipes
them away absent mindedly, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. Her
breathing slows as she stares at his face, his hair wild as he had just come
back from the rooftop. It had been the day they made their mark on Gotham, the
Maniax. It all seemed so unreal, so wrong that he was dead. Y/n almost couldn’t
believe it. A part of her was convinced that Theo would walk through these
doors anytime, Jerome in tow, no one dead. She was convinced he would hug her,
tell her it was all a joke, tell her it was a trick. That it wasn’t real, that
he was fine.
That he loved her.
Y/n pushes the thought out of her head
as she begins to scroll through her photos.
A small pang shoots through her heart as
she comes across a picture that they’d taken together, only hours before his death.
Life as short as the falling of snow
And now I’m gonna miss you I know
But when I’m cold, cold
In water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will
And you’re with me wherever I go
And you give me this feeling this Everglow
(Time skip to Jerome’s resurrection)
When Barbara and Tabitha finished telling y/n about the
Cult’s plan of bringing Jerome back to life, her reaction was duller than they
had expected. She simply cocked an eyebrow, a weariness appearing in her eyes
at the mention of his name. Barbara had hoped for the light to return to y/n’s
eyes when they had told her this. She frowns at y/n.
“Aren’t you excited? Jerome’s going to be back.” Barbara
says, giving y/n a huge smile. Y/n stares up at her and replies with a small
“You’d thought he would come back when Theo did. He didn’t.
What makes you think it’s going to be different now? The cult is saying they’ll bring him back, but they
can’t do shit. He’s not coming back, and I need to accept that.” Her voice is
dull and scratchy, as if she had just recently been crying.
“Y/n, they are bringing him back. Trust me, I know it.
They seemed very serious about this. Please, just trust me. Just have hope.”
What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Yeah I live for this feeling this Everglow
“Barbara, turn on the news, hurry!”
Tabitha shouts, running out from the next room. Barbara motions to the TV.
“See, that’s probably him rig-” Before
she can finish her sentence, y/n turs the television on, a audible gasp
escaping her lips when her gaze focuses on the screen.
testing……..am I alive? Am I on air? Can you hear me- ah, screw it let’s do it.
Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Oh, take it from me. Death. Is. Dull.” Y/n
jumps up, her heart racing.
“But coming back….that is
something. Leave it to dying to give you a whooole new perspective on life. And
I would like to share that with you. Ah, hello officer, you look terrible? Hey
you got, huh-ah. Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So,
tonight Gotham, do what you want, kill who you wan- ah, augh. And when morning
comes, you too shall be…reborn.” Jerome’s demented, hoarse laughter fills
y/n’s ears as he lights a fuse, walking over to the man he has tied to a chair.
“Oh, and uh….”
“Dwight,” the man supplies him with his
“I don’t forgive you for
my face.” His laughter
fills the room, still being able to be heard as he walks out of the room. A
slight pain fills y/n’s heart when he’s gone, but his face is burned into her
memory. Staples lined his face, as if it had been put back on, which she can
only assume the man tied to the chair had something to do with.
Before Barbara, Tabitha, or Y/n can say
anything, the lights turn out. Not just there’s; all the lights.
And once again, y/n is left in complete
So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh the light that you left me will Everglow
It didn’t take long for them to figure
out where Jerome was. It was the only place lite up; a large, twisted circus.
Y/n had gone alone, and even as she entered the circus she didn’t regret it.
She ran head first, passing all the maniacs, all the murders that surrounded
her. Apparently, he had more of a following then they thought.
She shouts his name as she runs, her tears obscuring her vision. “Jerome!” Y/n’s
voice cracks as she chokes, trying to hold back her sobs. She doesn’t get far
before something trips her, causing her to fall face first into the dirt. She
tries to get up, but someone pins her down. “Let me go! Let me go you bastard!” She shouts, struggling to move
forward, only making it a few inches before she’s forced onto her back, a blade
touching her neck and just barely breaking skin. A warm drop of blood trickles
down her neck, and she closes her eyes, flashes of Jerome’s death playing
through her mind. “Please-” Whatever y/n was going to say is cut off by her
attackers screams, and a loud thud. Her eyes open instantly, and she sees
Jerome pinning the man down, staring at him with wide eyes, a dagger stuck in
the man’s stomach.
“Look at me,” Jerome croaks, yanking the
blade out only to shove it back in. “I
want to see you die,” He hisses. “I want to see your eyes, you realizing
what a mistake you made.” He leans in close, his gaze slipping over to you as
his smile widens cruelly. “She’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine.” With
that, the man dies. Or maybe he was already dead. Y/n wasn’t paying attention
to him, her gaze was laser-focused on Jerome. He stands up, brushing himself
off with one hand and then pretending to smooth his hair down as he walks over
to y/n, pulling her up to her feet and placing one of his gloved hands on her
face. His eyes stare into hers as a look of wonder crosses his face. “I
remember you, y/n. You were the first thing I remembered…” He leans in closer,
placing his other hand firmly on her back and pulling her too him. “I remember
not being able to say everything I wanted- I remember not trying…I’m never
going to do that again,” he murmurs, his lips now only inches from hers. “I
love you y/n. I’m never going to leave you again, and you’re not going to be
leaving me anytime soon…right?”
“I-I won’t. I can’t believe you’re
alive, Jerome-” His permanent smile widens.
“Shh, y/n. Not now. Right now, I just… I
just want to,” his voice stops abruptly as he kisses y/n roughly, his eyes
closing instantly. Jerome breaks the kiss quickly though, causing y/n to sigh
softly. “I just wanna be with you.” He finishes. A blissful look crosses his
face as he tilts his head. “And now, after a year…after a year of nothing but
darkness and loneliness, I have you back.”
~ Menat of Taharqo: the King Being Nursed by the Lion-Headed Goddess Bastet.
Period: Late Period, Kushite
Dynasty: 25th Dynasty
Reign: reign of Taharqo
Date: 690–664 B.C.
Place of origin: Possibly from Nubia; From Egypt and Sudan