Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine - it's a fanfic for Sssirukk's sake! It's an alternate reality where Scarab becomes immortal but the mummies remain.



This is the worst, the cruelest punishment of all.
Presley is dead. Scarab is immortal.
And he made us live.
The Pharaoh's soul gave him power - enough power to enchant us again, to give us energy enough.
And we live.
Yes, we live. But what kind of life is this?
We spend our days now, sitting on the floor of Scarab's magical cage. There's nothing we can do to get out.
Armon can't punch us out.
Rath's magic doesn't do a thing.
Nefer-tina's claws and whip are useless.
I don't even bother to try.
Now we sit our days out, never talking, frozen in our hunched poses with only one thought.
We failed - we failed - we failed - we failed
Nothing can rouse us.
Not anymore.
Even the gods can't do a thing. Scarab's immortal and that's that.
We got too many chances... we should've known Scarab would find Presley sooner or later. Find out where he lived.
And he took his soul while he slept. Grabbed us from our sarcophagi and threw us in this cage.
And recalling what he did next, a single tear rolls from my eye.
Scarab killed Presley in front of us. Tore the boy's throat out with one claw.
And we couldn't do a thing for the boy we knew as more than Pharaoh.
The boy all of us loved, as a son I suppose. We were like one big happy family.
We should've known it couldn't last...