Ancient Egypt was a glorious time. It was a time when the power of the mind was strongest, when the world was at its cultural peak. However, it was also a time where the different were shunned, where social outrage in regards to those different than society's opinion was great… Where the fear of the unknown, bred hatred like never before…

Natori grunted as the beer ore crashed against her temple. She fell to the floor with a thud. The blood from the newly inflicted gash at her temple mixed with that of the wood colored drink and was sucked up by her hair. She had displeased her master again, and like always, he punished her more harshly than the others.

"I said wine! Not beer! How do you expect me to entertain the Pharaoh if you are bringing drinks below his standing!?" Her master yelled.

Natori said nothing; instead, she struggled to stand to her feet. She knew her master well. He expected his servants to receive their punishment and correct the issue without excuse. Once she was up and steady, she bowed to her master apologetically before scurrying off to the cellar. In truth, Natori had only brought him the beer because another servant told her that, that was what he desired. But she should've known it was a lie. Most of the servants often gave her false information just to see her beaten. Quickly, she rushed to the cellar and retrieved the wine ore, and just as quickly, she brought it back to her master. He snatched it out of her hands, and then snatched her face closer to his. He gave her a once over, and then smirked. "Clean yourself up, and then don the fabrics I have lain out for you… I'm sure the Pharaoh would greatly enjoy you being his personal servant during his stay… Make sure to fix your hair in a way that hides that cut."

"Y-yes master…" Natori answered, and then left the room.

Natori sighed as she closed the door, and then covered the cut with her palm. A soft pastel purple glow emitted from her hand, and the cut closed without leaving a scar. She knew she wasn't normal, and she knew that, that was why she was abused the most. In fact, she was so different that a person could tell by her appearance alone. Her long white hair overlapped her shoulders and fell down her back. Innocent shaped amethyst eyes burned bright with hatred for her lot in life. Her short, tanned, but athletically voluptuous form was gained through her training as a child and secretly honing those skills. Full lips frowned in thought. A black rose bloomed on her left cheek, and black intricate markings raced up her wrists to her shoulders. Green vines tangled on her thighs, and black roses bloomed from the interceptions the vines made. Walking into her room, Natori closed the door and sighed sadly. She understood that she was not mortal, but did that not make her human? Did she not have wants and fears? Did she not bleed the same as them? Did she not have feelings? She did, and the way she saw things, the only thing that made her different was her appearance and a few abilities she possessed.

Do not worry Natori… You will not have to endure this for much longer…

"That's what you always say." Natori sighed as she prepared herself for the Pharaoh's arrival. She washed the dirt, grime, and beer off of her, and then walked over to her bed where the outfit her master had set out for her resided. Having infinity with fire, Natori's body temperature was much hotter than a human's, as such; she didn't have to dry herself. The water evaporated shortly after baths. The outfit she looked at made her shudder. It looked like something her master's concubines would wear! It was a blue bra and loin cloth with a sheer gold strapless dress. Sighing, Natori put on the outfit, and then curled her hair. She threw the curls over her shoulder and waited. She didn't know when the Pharaoh would arrive, and she honestly didn't care. About an hour later, a knock was heard. Natori stood to her feet and walked out of the door. The guard silently led her to the throne room, and then hugged her tight when they were right outside the door.

"Be good, and don't fight back." He told her.

Natori pulled back and nodded. The servants may have hated her, but she and the guards had a bond. Since she too was a warrior, they all secretly trained together. The guard opened the door, but Natori grabbed his arm. Her eyes had turned gold for a split second, but ebbed away.

"Once this door closes… Get the other guards and get out." Natori told him before walking into the room. She turned to him. "Go. Now." Was all she said before closing the door. She waited until she heard rushing footsteps, and sighed in relief as she walked forward. She could see her master's grinning profile, and standing in front of him was no doubt the Pharaoh. His own guards stood a little ways off, analyzing her every move as she walked forward. Two other officials flanked the Pharaoh, one woman, and one man. When she was close enough, her master reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her in front of him, and then wrapped his arms around her. A look of disgust crossed her face, but was gone in the same second it had appeared. She closed her eyes, praying that her expression went unnoticed. No one said anything about it, but when she opened her eyes, the Pharaoh and his priestess gave her discreet sympathetic looks. Natori looked down, the hatred beginning to burn in her eyes once more. She didn't know much about the Pharaoh, she had only heard rumors about him. Apparently, he was a kind ruler that cared for Egypt and her people as if they were his own family. But if he were really as kind as the rumors praised, would she have lived this life? Would those like her be beaten and killed every day? Would her parents have been tortured and killed while watching some sick pervert degrade their young daughter? She didn't think so. He was just like the rest of them, feared and destroyed what he and everyone else failed to understand. He was just like her master she was sure of it. The anger turned to rage, like a fire coursing through her every nerve begging to be let out. Her fists clenched.

"This is her?" The Pharaoh asked.

Shut up…

"Yes! This is my most beautiful servant girl, Natori Sukimori. Her mother was Egyptian, but her father hailed from a foreign land, hence her name."

Shut up…!

"You see it? Don't you my Pharaoh? She is unlike anything you've ever laid eyes on! Would she not make the perfect servant? I've ensured that she is able to satisfy your every need."

Stop it..!

"What do you mean my every need?" The pharaoh asked.

Natori clutched her head, and the tears that were spilling from her cheeks begin hitting the ground at an extreme rate.

MAKE IT STOP!

… We will. Right now.

It happened so fast that no one had time to react. One minute the girl looked to be having some type of nervous breakdown, and the next… She had embedded a hidden dagger into his temple. Her master's words were cut short, and his opened mouth filled with blood and ran down his chin. She glared at him with merciless ruby eyes.

"Shut your mouth, you disgusting swine. You, nor any of your kind will ever harm our daughter ever again." She snatched the dagger out of his head, and the ruler fell unceremoniously to the ground. She took a hateful look at his body. "Both your body and soul shall burn in the flames of Osiris." A pastel purple fireball formed in her fist, and she tossed it on her now dead master. His body was immediately engulfed by the flames, and the surviving occupants in the room swore they heard a man screaming. Natori's eyes reverted back to amethyst, and then rolled into the back of her head. One of the guards caught her before she hit the ground, and then looked to their Pharaoh.

Isis's millennium's necklace, Set's millennium rod, and Atem's millennium puzzle began to glow all at once.

"She's the one." Isis said.

"The one who tamed the Gods…"