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Warning/s: This is a challenge fic and it'll be M for a reason, kiddies.

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/ The Pharaoh's Advisor and the Girl with No Heart/

1400 BCE

"Sire, the construction of Luxor temples are now commencing."

A man as white as floating clouds smiled. "Are the sandstones enough?"

"Yes. The slaves are continuously collecting them from Gebel el-Silsila."

The man's gently smile grew wider. "Please give my sincere gratitude to the King, Manaselo."

Manaselo sweat dropped as he stared at the beautiful man sitting on the king's most treasured guest room. He swallowed as he took his eyes away from him. "T-The Pharaoh actually wishes to talk to you, Sire," he said knowing fully what that means.

The man was truly an epitome of beauty. With his opaque complexion, he immediately caught the King's interest when he first laid his eyes on him. He was an intelligent man, the most intelligent advisor their kingdom had seen since the Pharoah's cousin died five years ago. The man had been a great asset to their kingdom since he came here a year ago. The people, even the slaves, showed an undeniable reverence and aspiration towards him and he, the King's direct servant, wasn't an exception.

But it was a sin to lust over the King's property and –

"The King?"

"Y-Yes, Sire."

The man smiled again. "I understand. I'll be on my way then, Manaselo."

"Please t-take care, Sire."

"I will."

The long, white robe he wore glided on the ground as he walked away and Manaselo stood, frozen on his place as he watched the graceful man disappear.

With trembling hands, he reached out on his manhood and gripped it with all his might.

In his mind, he imagined those gray eyes under him, writhing in pleasure as he took him. His hands were roaming everywhere on that gorgeous and scrawny body, exploring everything there was to him.

He bit his lips as he started sweating.

He imagined his high pitched moans echoing in his ears, driving him madder than ever.

How he wished he could have him right then and there.

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"My Lord," Allen greeted as the guard opened the enormous entrance to the Pharaoh's chamber.

"Took you long enough. Is my chamber's that far?" The most powerful man on the land smiled as he watched his advisor slowly sauntered towards his throne. "I didn't see you in the dining hall this morning. Why is that?"

"My apologies, My Lord," the man bowed before Pharaoh. "I was not feeling well this morning so I decided to sleep the entire sunrise away. I hope the Lord will forgive me for missing the feast."

The King's eyebrows creased upon hearing his explanation. "You're not feeling well?" he asked, his voice was tinge with concern. "Why didn't you say so? And why didn't anyone tell me about this?" he angrily looked around him and the other advisors cringed, shaking in fright.

The man in white robe immediately pacified the raging King. "It was merely a headache, My Lord. I'm feeling quite alright already after drinking the medicine Luella prepared for me." Luella was his maid and the one attending to his needs while he was staying here.

"Luella? Who's Luella?" the King asked, bewildered.

"It's my maid, my Lord."

"You call a servant by her name?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"I do not permit it," the King gritted his teeth, aghast by what he learned. "We do not call them by their names."

The advisor almost smiled to himself.

The king said 'we' pertaining to the noble bloods in the land.

He began to speak. "I am not of a noble blood, my Lord and –"

"You are my advisor!" and you are mine! The young King almost added. "Being my highest advisor gives you an even higher position than being just a man with a noble blood!"

The man bowed deeper. "I truly apologize, my Lord. It will not happen again."

The Pharaoh calmed his heart. "I accept your apology but I'll let you know that I won't permit this servant to live anymore."

The man's eyes glinted as he opened them for a while. "Yes, My Lord."

The King's eyes softened and he immediately send away the people in the chamber and ordered the guards to not open the door until he said so.

"Come here," he said, almost whispering.

The man in white robe slowly marched towards the King and dropped on his knees in front of the throne. "I truly apologize for my insolent behavior, my Lord –"

"Shhh..." the king shook his head as he silently ordered the man to stand and sat on his legs. "Come here, my beautiful Allen..." he said, his eyes were muddled with passion and ardor. "Please don't make me wait anymore."

Allen slowly placed his lithe body in front of the King. "Anything for you, my Lord..." With skillful hands, he slowly removed the only thing that hindering the Pharaoh to devour him like a quarry. The silky garment of the robe slowly glided on his pasty skin as it made its way on the floor.

The Pharaoh swallowed as his whole body trembled in want.

"Beautiful... You're so beautiful..." he muttered.

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The next morning, the news of the execution spread in the whole kingdom like wildfire.

"Luella will be executed!"

"What happened?"

"The Pharaoh wasn't pleased that the girl was too familiar with his advisor!"

Allen who was watching the whole scene below remained passive in his chamber. The death of the girl was inevitable. He knew that even though the King favored him more than anyone, an insolent request such as helping a mere servant would put his plans off. He didn't want to anger the Pharaoh and impede the built of the Luxor temples. It was, after all, under his request that the Pharaoh started building them.

Allen had no choice.

Well, he did, actually, but that would be superfluous.

Besides, saving the girl would be utterly unnecessary... he eyed the girl who was about to be beheaded with expressionless face and he didn't even cringed when the sharp blade struck her neck.

In an instant, Luella was dead. The executioner carved out her heart and offered it to the Gods as per their tradition.

Allen closed his eyes and the window where he was watching.

He needed sleep.

He would need enough strength for his work to be done later.

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A man in the shadows glided inside the lower yard catacombs where people in the inferior caste in the society were laid to rest. He was looking for something and he smiled when he saw a newly buried tomb near the entrance.

The soil on top of it was still fresh.

He lifted the heavy lid of the box made of rocks and soil like it was nothing and gaped at severed neck of the dead girl inside. On her chest was a gaping wound where her heart was resting when she was still alive. The heart was missing but the man was more interested in the mislaid head.

He closed his eyes, feeling the surrounding beating inside his mind. After a few seconds of concentrating, he found what he was looking in a nearby swamp. The head was lifted in the air by an unknown force and traveled inside the catacomb where her body was laid like it was searching for it.

The man smiled as he offered his hands and the head slowly placed itself on the outstretched limbs.

He smiled a fond smile.

The girl's face, contrary to her fate that morning, was serene and idyllic.

"Come back to me," the man whispered as he placed the head on the neck and lifted the body. Slowly, he sunk his teeth on her neck and bit it. The blood tasted sour now because of the time interval of her death but he paid it no heed.

He gently laid the body on the tomb again and waited.

The girl's eyes slowly moved.

Her hands twitched.

Her facial expression changed.

And after a few minutes, she opened her eyes and stared at her Creator, the man she served when she was still alive.

And now, she would make sure to stay by his side forever or at least as long as he would allow her to stay beside him...

The man, now sitting on one of the tombs, chuckled as if hearing her thoughts.

"Don't be dramatic," he said, chuckling.

I am not being dramatic, Master, she thought, smiling. She still couldn't move her body well. Her whole body was stiff, her neck hurts like hell, and her hands, though now twitching, were practically still rigid.

"You'll be able to move after a few hours. Just give your new body enough time."

Are you okay? she asked, worried about the blood he gave her. She didn't know why, but suddenly, she understood perfectly what had he done to her. It was like his memories and knowledge were now flowing, too, inside her. She thought she would have hated him for it but she didn't.

She didn't.

The man kindly smiled. "Don't worry. I'm just a little nauseated. I'll be fine after a few minutes."

The blood transfusion was never a good thing for old vampires like him. But it needed to be done, that he perfectly knew.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that." Sadness and even a tinge of regret was coating the man's eyes as he spoke the words. "I know I should have tried to coax the king to stop the execution the moment he declared it but... I didn't because –"

You simply have no choice. The girl smiled as she understood the tone the man was using over her.

Regret, huh.

She already knew how kind the man could be but to regret something like this...

Besides, she added, still smiling, I asked for this.

The man chuckled sadly. "You can only say that now because you haven't lingered long enough to understand the consequences of this act."

Do you want me to regret becoming like this?

The man shook his head. "No, of course not, But..."

Then that's enough. The girl closed her eyes, breathing deeper, feeling the new life that had been given her for the second time. It might be a sin to other people, returning like this, but she didn't care.

The important thing was she came back again and this time, the two of them wouldn't be separated again.

The only human who valued her life more than her parents and sister valued her.

"So... welcome back, I guess," he said after a while and grinned. "How do you feel now?" He looked at the girl's chest wound and suddenly, he became distressed by the fact that her once beating hear won't be beating anymore. Not that she would need that now... still, a beating hear was what makes a human, human...

She moved his lips to form a smile. I'm feeling great, Master.

The man shook his head. He placed his hand on her hair and gently ruffled it. "Call me Allen, Luella. Just like you always did before."

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I know I still so many stories to finish but well, this was just begging to be written. You'll see Kanda next chapter and well, Lavi, too, and the usual people in Allen's life. This idea came to life when I watched Vassalord this morning... and yesh. I was bitten. XD How long this story will be? I've no idea. But I already know the ending so probably a lot shorter than what you are imagining right now. By now, you guys should know that I update irregularly. I only write when I feel like it and if I pushed myself to produce a chapter, I smolder my brain. In short, updates will be irregular.

*I deleted this story last April 24 (a few seconds after I posted it. Insane, right?) for personal reasons. Sorry for the ruckus.