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Chapter 1

Imhotep, high priest of Pharaoh Seti the first, was trying his very best not to simply kill the imbecile dressed in red, green and yellow ceremonial robes before him; he talked and talked to his followers without even caring that the one he had summoned was standing there waiting for him to explain himself. Because, there will be some explanations to be given; nobody simply summoned the great Imhotep without a very, very good reason!

The high priest simply wanted to sleep for the rest of eternity; was that too much to ask? Seriously, who would want to live after the love of your life simply abandoned you to your death? Not Imhotep, that's for sure! After walking through hell; evading the multiple attempts to destroy hi souls by the damned sent by the gods to punish him of his crimes; after putting up with imbeciles after incompetents; facing the O'Connells times and times over; Anck-su-Namun left him for death over a cliff that led to hell! Why keep on going when you had nothing left to live for? All he had in life were his enemies and really, they were annoying as hell!

The husband was far too cocky and arrogant; he had an annoying habit of shooting at him. Imhotep knew the man was a modern Medjai and that it was his duty to fight and defeat him; but did he have to be so damn loud all the time? The wife was, on her part, Nefertiti's reincarnation; that alone was enough for him to hate her. She had a loud voice and half of the time she needed to be rescued, despite being skilled in combat. The buffoon, the woman's brother, was absolutely and impossibly stupid and useless to them; he acted as some kind of comedy relief for the O'Connell's. The only one whom the un-dead priest even tolerated was the boy!

Alexander Rupert O'Connell was the only one the priest could even consider appreciating. Oh, of course; he was bratty, made snarky remarks and had a cocky attitude that he definitely inherited from his father; but the boy was wise for his years, intelligent and resourceful despite his young age; he had manage to lead his parents to Ahm Shere by building images in the sand of where to go next and by leaving a breadcrumb trail with his clothes. The boy was brave and impetuous; yet, had a gift to get into trouble! In old times, Imhotep would have taken the boy under his wing to become his successor. Let's face it, the boy knew ancient languages, was diligent in his studies, was a hard worker and his knowledge of ancient history was beyond reproach! And from what he had heard in the underworld, the boy only grew to become an even more formidable warrior! When your name makes it all the way through the different planes of hell; you know you have marked History! If what he heard from this emperor a bit of time ago was true, the boy had grown into a wonderful young man with quite the future ahead of him! To receive praise from your enemies was another sign of greatness. Imhotep could not wait to meet him once more, once he would come to stop this ridiculous master of cult!

Ahh… yes, him! He almost forgot about that idiot! Despite being lost in his memory for who know how long; the man had kept on speaking, and it didn't seemed like he was done! He must be getting off to the sound of his own voice, though the resurrected mummy.

-You! Why have you summoned me? I want to be sent back, now! Demanded the undead priest, exhausted from the useless charade.

The man in charge turned towards the undead priest with a surprised look; now, this was insulting. How could he not notice him? He had been standing here for thirty minutes! The buffoon apologized for his mistake and promised the high priest and new master a gift worthy of his wait. Imhotep cocked an eyebrow in doubt; this was going to be good!

Imhotep sighed in defeat; the master of ceremony was an absolute moron and couldn't even listen to him. He was an idealistic minion who believed that the undead priest would want to take over the world. That was the last thing he wanted to do; he was tired to try and fail, but mostly, he was tired of always fighting. Never settling down for more than a day was exhausting and frankly, he was tired of riding camels. They were so rough and uncomfortable; not to mention mean as hell!

-I have no desire for gifts and surprises, mortal! Now, send me back to where I came from! Firmly said Imhotep as his patience was running thin.

-I assure you will love this gift! I know you detest the O'Connell family and I know that if you had a chance to get back at them, you would take it without a second thought. Said the cult master with confidence and a pinch of arrogance.

This did not sit well with the high priest; the arrogance of the cult master's words had only fueled his anger and desire to leave. That pathetic idiot was quickly getting on his last nerves and Imhotep truly wished that the gods would not hold him accountable for the murder he was about to commit, on the grounds of him really looking for it! However, before he could do anything; the cult master's men dragged a long table on wheels all the way to the center of the room with a young man in his mid-twenties and with dirty blond hair.

Imhotep's eyes nearly budged out of his head as he recognized the young man; Alexandre Rupert O'Connell! Unconscious and in the hands of enemies, the young man was in danger; and whatever this cult master had in mind it couldn't be good if the young man was only in his briefs.

-I believe you know this young man..! purred the cult master with a sly smile upon his lips.

-Of course, I do! What is he doing here? And why is he half-naked? Asked Imhotep, completely astonished and hypnotised by the young man.

-This is our revenge! For you see, I, too, despised the O'Connell and I believed that you will enjoy my little idea! For years, they have been meddling with my plans and I have had it; I believe you and I can make the O'Connells pay for everything they did. I cannot be the one accomplishing this part of the plan; for this O'Connell made sure, the last time we faced each other, to injure me in a very… personal way! Explained the cult master with a look of hatred to the unconscious young man before him. I have a spell that would impregnate the young O'Connell if it is done by an enemy; I asked you first as you were the very first enemy of the O'Connell, I believed you deserve the first shot! What do you say?

Imhotep stayed silent at this news; a chance of getting back at the O'Connells? This could be good! Especially if their one and only heir is involved! Having their only son carry the child of the enemy was a good way of punishing those who went against him. Beside, Alex wasn't so bad looking; and the high priest had nothing against men! It was a tempting plan; he could get back at the damn bastards that had ruined his plans. For if the O'Connells hadn't meddled in his affairs, Anck-su-Namun and he would be masters of the world by now! It was only fair that he took his revenge upon them! However, Alex had to be conscious and willing! Imhotep detested the idea of rape; he didn't like his lovers unconscious and/or not willing! It simply did not sit well with him!

Surprising to think that killing your allies and going against nature and gods wills was fine with the high priest conscious, but not rape! One would think that after raising the dead back to life, to have broken all the laws of the world; one would believe that rape was nothing more than common practice! Not for the high priest; he liked his partners alive and passionately willing.

-As much as it seems amusing; I will pass! I would love to have this very attractive young man in my arms; however, I will not do anything of the sorts! I will not commit the sin of rape; my soul is stained enough as it is, I will not make it worse by raping an unconscious young man. Said the mummy, sternly and severely.

There was no questioning to the mummy's respond; however, the cult master was not going to take no for an answer!

-We can wake him and put him in a trance where he will be willing! You are the best candidate for the spell. We would have used the emperor this O'Connell faced a few years ago, but he is far too murderous for this! Proposed the cult master with a sly smile.

-Never! This is so wrong on so many levels; I do not even want to know how your mind works! Now send me back before I melt your brain! Commanded the mummy, furious.

The cult master frowned and scowled; O'Connell was going to be impregnated and Imhotep was going to help him. Even if he didn't want to! Pretending to agree with the priest, the cult master started to recite his incantation. Knowing full well that the mummy didn't know a single word of ancient Mayan, the man recited the incantation to put the mummy under his control; it was a bit hard for the cult master since it took a lot of energy. However, it was far easier than he had expected since Imhotep was expecting to be sent back to the realm of the dead and was not protecting his mind.

Imhotep never saw it coming; before he knew it, a large and powerful wave crept over his mind. He had tried to fight back, but he had no chance; the wave had crept through the judgement part of his brain. His resistance was futile, he never stood a chance. He was now under the cult master spell; before he could understand it, Imhotep's mind became blank as a piece of papyrus. The priest never knew what he did under the cult master's influence; he never knew what he did to Alexander Rupert O'Connell; he never knew what he did before the very eyes of the one controlling him and his followers… He never knew and it's exactly this that tortured him the most when he was finally returned to the Underworld!

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