A/N
My first Kane Chronicles fanfic. And you all know that I don't own those series. You also know that you should review, because it makes a certain author of about twelve horrible fics - a.k.a. ME - very happy.
If you can find out who Cedric Bard is supposed to represent, then, kudos to you!
The man cowered.
"Anything! I'll do anything! Just don't harm me!" He cried.
"Well..."
A blinding red flash filled the alley, and a shadow of a terrifying dog-shaped thing fell across the man's shoes. He looked up, and with a yell of terror, scuttled back, trying to get as far away as possible.
"Help!"
As the blast cleared, a figure in melodramatically flapping scarlet robes stepped out of the dust and debris. A drooling maw full of savagely pointed teeth tried vainly to grin, but failed; its main purpose was snarling.
There was yet another red flash, and a man dressed in glowing red armor strolled over to the frightened spectator, hands in his pockets, even though, theoretically, there weren't any pockets in ancient Egyptian armor.
"What's your name?"
"Uh? M, my name is C, Cedric. Cedric Ba - " The man on the ground stuttered, inching away from the red-armored - was he even human?
"Alright, then, Cedric!"
The aforesaid man stared up fearfully at the cheerful red figure. What was he going to do now? Oh, heavens, just not that horrifying dog-creature again!
"Call me the Rockin' Red Reaper."
"Eh?"
"Call me the Rockin' Red Reaper!"
"What?"
Suddenly, the man in the glowing armor threw down his hands, stamping the ground in a very childish display of anger.
"Augh! I like 'Rockin' Red Reaper'! Why won't anybody call me that? It's so much cooler than Set, or anything else! What! I can't have awesome titles just because I'm the god of evil?"
"I, I..."
Cedric frantically pushed himself back
"Blast Osiris. Blast Ra - actually, don't. Blast those little Kanes. Blast everyone and their crazy antics! Blast you!"
At the last sentence, he turned on the terrified young man, his eyes flowing dark red. The ground erupted with red flames, crooked and daunting.
"No, please! Stop! Stop, Rockin' Red Reaper!"
The man froze. The flames froze, amazingly, but Cedric was far too scared out of his pants to notice.
"What did you call me?"
"Um...the Rockin' Red Reaper?"
"Why, thank you!"
The dazed young man was treated to a rapid - and rather hot - handshake.
"I'm Set, god of evil, as most people know me." He smiled, handing Cedric a rectangular red card, with the name 'Set' was printed in bold, dark red letters.
"I...I...I see." The young man managed.
"You are quite the more civilized than some five-thousand-year-old gods, and much more nicer, too. But now, I'm afraid I have to go, yet again because of that very same five-thousand-year-old gods."
"Um...er..."
"Adieu, my friend!"
Smiling widely, Set - wasn't that what he had called himself? God of evil? - burst into a column of flame that quickly burned away, leaving only a dark mark on the concrete. Aside from that, there wasn't a mark of the so-called god of evil who had all but given this civilized man a heart attack.
"What in the world..."
The young man looked around. He stared at the patch of soot. He looked at himself. Then he looked at the card in his fingers.
And with that, Cedric Bard fell in a dead faint.