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Memories
The black smoke of the torch burned Skaara's lungs. This was the first time since he was released from the demon Klorel that he had seen the ancient tunnels. When he had first came here the writing on the walls had seemed to be only odd paintings and strange symbols. Now he knew what the ancient writing said and the dark story that it told. Flashes of the time that he spent as the slave of Klorel threatened to surface. He pushed them and gazed at the ancient paintings.
The scene in front of him depicted the luxuries that the gods enjoy. Daniel had told him once that the ancient pharaohs of the first world were worshipped as gods and were surrounded with the same wonderful things this painting showed. But the pharaohs were humans and the gods were humans possessed by demons from another world.
Despite all of the horrors that he had endured, there were some things that Skaara had enjoyed while in Klorel's possession. Even now he missed the feeling of soft linen sheets beneath his skin, the smell of incense in the air, and most of all the way it felt to have the young slave girl rub sacred oils into his skin. But with the good there always came memories that were horrifying. He knew that Klorel had killed many of those girls when they displeased him in any way and sometimes just because he could. Those were memories that he could easily live without.
The face of one of those girls still haunted his dreams. She was the only one that had never fallen from Klorel's favor. Before the failed strike on earth, the demon had even desired to make her the host of his queen. Fortunately, he was never able to make that happen. The other system lords began to attack soon after Apophis and Klorel escaped to Chulak. The beautiful slave disappeared during the first attack, and Skaara had always wondered what had happened to her. He had always hoped that she had survived, but he knew that any servant who was truly loyal to Klorel would have been executed as soon as he or she was discovered. He knew that there was a very small chance of her still living.
Nefru. That was her name. She would live only in his memory now. At least he could rely on that.
He turned away from the ancient painting and headed back to the surface. He wanted to be far away from the things that he would rather not remember. It seemed much easier at that moment to forget than deal with the ghosts of the past.
Memories
The black smoke of the torch burned Skaara's lungs. This was the first time since he was released from the demon Klorel that he had seen the ancient tunnels. When he had first came here the writing on the walls had seemed to be only odd paintings and strange symbols. Now he knew what the ancient writing said and the dark story that it told. Flashes of the time that he spent as the slave of Klorel threatened to surface. He pushed them and gazed at the ancient paintings.
The scene in front of him depicted the luxuries that the gods enjoy. Daniel had told him once that the ancient pharaohs of the first world were worshipped as gods and were surrounded with the same wonderful things this painting showed. But the pharaohs were humans and the gods were humans possessed by demons from another world.
Despite all of the horrors that he had endured, there were some things that Skaara had enjoyed while in Klorel's possession. Even now he missed the feeling of soft linen sheets beneath his skin, the smell of incense in the air, and most of all the way it felt to have the young slave girl rub sacred oils into his skin. But with the good there always came memories that were horrifying. He knew that Klorel had killed many of those girls when they displeased him in any way and sometimes just because he could. Those were memories that he could easily live without.
The face of one of those girls still haunted his dreams. She was the only one that had never fallen from Klorel's favor. Before the failed strike on earth, the demon had even desired to make her the host of his queen. Fortunately, he was never able to make that happen. The other system lords began to attack soon after Apophis and Klorel escaped to Chulak. The beautiful slave disappeared during the first attack, and Skaara had always wondered what had happened to her. He had always hoped that she had survived, but he knew that any servant who was truly loyal to Klorel would have been executed as soon as he or she was discovered. He knew that there was a very small chance of her still living.
Nefru. That was her name. She would live only in his memory now. At least he could rely on that.
He turned away from the ancient painting and headed back to the surface. He wanted to be far away from the things that he would rather not remember. It seemed much easier at that moment to forget than deal with the ghosts of the past.