Ancient Egypt home to the Pharaoh, his most trusted Priest and his valued male Concubine - his concubine that no one was allowed to touch but the Pharaoh. What the Pharaoh did not know was that his very own priest and his concubine grew to love each other and began to plot the demise of their ruler.
One night when the Pharaoh's own son, a beauty in his own right, was strolling on the palace balcony and he happened upon his father yelling at none other than his male Concubine. The son had never liked the Concubine, had never trusted him at all as there was something suspicious about him. Naturally therefore he took great pleasure in watching as the Concubine was shouted at, in the hope that maybe his father would send the Concubine away.
His smile, and his hopes with it, soon disappeared however, as he saw the High Priest creep up on his father, from behind, with a knife. Before he could do so much as scream for help, he watched in horror as the Priest plunged the knife into his father, then the Concubine and the Priest took turns stabbing his father.
"Magi! Help, my father is being attacked. Help!"
The Pharaoh's son yelled helplessly, desperately hoping that someone would hear, at the very least his lover would come to help. He watched as the Magi forced their way through the door, their leader Derikus, looking around with a glare, only to look up and see the Prince. The Prince gestured frantically towards the door where the Pharaoh, Priest and Concubine were. He waved his hands as if to reach for his father and in his panic, he failed to notice the High Priest creeping up behind him. In his yelling and frantic arm movements, he started to lose his balance, the Priest took advantage of this fact and simply gave him a little push to send him over the edge. Derikus was forced to watch in horror as he began to fall.
"Genises! My Prince!" Derikus screamed, as he ran to try and catch him, however he was not able to reach his Prince in time and he screamed in anguish as he watched him fall to his death. Holding onto his dead lover he lifted his eyes, directing them towards his men and yelled his commands to them. He forced the others to go ahead and defend the Pharaoh, but it was too late. The Priest was nowhere to be found and the Concubine was lying on the floor, a dagger shoved into his chest. Both the Pharaoh and his precious son were dead - but they would be avenged.
They didn't have to wait long, as the Priest soon came out of hiding. Both him and his servants made it to the City of the Dead, in an attempt to begin the ritual to bring his dead lover back. However their movements were expected and with an enraged Derikus in the lead, still suffering from his own dead love, he lead the Magi in an attack and stopped them in the act.
Derikus commanded that all of the High Priest's followers were to be mummified alive and when the High Priest himself, proclaimed without remorse, that it was him that not only helped killed the Pharaoh but also killed the Prince. Derikus then, without even flinching, made sure he suffered the worst possible fate, the Hom-Dai. Which was the worst curse possible in Egypt, and had never before been acted out as it was so greatly feared. It meant should the High Priest ever rise again, he would be nearly unstoppable, with the Nile at his control. However this also made his death the most terrible and painful possible. Even as he let out a soundless scream of pain, Derikus looked on coldly as he clutched his Prince's necklace. Someday, in another life he would be reunited with his lover, someday, and someday should that foul man arise again, which a part of him hoped he did, he would kill him again without hesitation, if only to exact revenge once more, in the hopes of satisfaction and to have a chance to be truly happy.
Derikus died two days later of from heartbreak.
Another lifetime, over 3000 years later.
Derek Hale dodged a round of bullets as he hid behind a statue. He was a part of an American group of fighters for hire, who were hired to look for Hamanaptra, City of the Dead, some people proposed that there were vast amounts of treasure there, but what they failed to say was that a group of men were going to shoot at them upon arrival. He was starting to reconsider his line of work. He watched as his fellow men fell, till only he and one other were left, the others had either died or fled. He ran to catch up with his comrade, in the attempt to hide inside a building, but the coward closed the door on him. He had no choice but to look for cover elsewhere.
As he was looking for somewhere else to hide, he heard a voice echo around him.
"Leave or you will die."
The ground began to shake and sink, he stepped back as a face began to appear in the sand and it let out an unholy scream. He didn't have to be told twice, he took of and ran.
The Magi's descendants stood in a line, on a far dune, watching as he ran into the desert.
"Should, we kill him? He knows." One asked the leader. The leader looked on in interest but shook his head. "No, let him live. The desert will take him and if not, I dont think he will be coming this way anytime soon." The leader stated as he watched Derek Hale stumble through the desert.