So I have started a new story. Basically it's a stew of originals thrown in with Egyptian mythology. I do know the gods and their proper manifestation but let's just say I have taken artistic license. So the five original siblings in order,
Elijah – Osiris
Finn – Horus
Nicklaus – Anubis
Kol – Set
Rebekah – Isis and
Mikael – Ra
And apart from them I have written Esther as the goddess of wind. I don't own vampire diaries or the originals or Egyptian gods. So let's begin our journey to 'The blood of Anubis'.
THE BLOOD OF ANUBIS
Prologue
Sweet love,
Give me a caress of your hands,
Touch of your lovable lips,
The smell of your fragrant skin,
I may not have a moment more,
To drench myself in the solace of your touch,
Let me see your heart,
To feel it,
Let me heal the unseen wounds that weaken,
'Cause when I go,
I am afraid to leave it broken…..
-Sweet love by Lucifera Santez
Many say it's a tale lost in time, its contents forgotten with ages. You may find it painted as a mural on the walls of some old Egyptian king's tomb or written in hieroglyphs by a loving hand in an unnamed tome. In paintings they appear as every Egyptian depiction of him, in his all buff muscled jackal headed glory and she in her flawless sideways illustration wearing every imagined royal garment and jewel. But in reality he was leaner with blonde hair and blue eyes and she had freckles on her nose that her mother, pardon the technical mistake step mother found horrible and he adorable. They were as different as two people could be. He was a god, she was a mortal princess. She was full of light; he liked to dwell in dark. She was outgoing, he was antisocial. Her time was spent in dreaming and fantasizing, his among the bales of mummy linen, embalming jars and souls that were about to enter the afterlife. He was Anubis and she was called Chione.
But he wasn't always called Anubis. For his siblings he was Nik and for his disapproving father he was Nicklaus.
In Heliopolis behind the closed doors gods talked about his unusual birth. It was rumored that he was a bastard, product of the dark chaotic times when Apophys, Lord of chaos had kidnapped his mother Esther, the goddess of wind and had forced himself on her. Esther's husband Ra or Mikael as he was called fondly by those who knew him (I highly doubt it) never denied Nicklaus as his own child but he never showed him care or appreciation either. But anyone who saw the boy couldn't deny the fact that he didn't look a squat like Ra. And yes he was a boy in terms of Egyptian gods, merely couple of thousand years when he first met her.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her blonde hair cascaded like molten gold on her back, her green eyes entranced and her plump pink lips invited. Her name was Chione, the only child of the Egyptian pharaoh Ramses the great and she was dying.
He always came to those who were about to die to prepare them for the afterlife. It was the job entrusted on him and he did his work with utter perfection and professionalism but the moment she opened her eyes and stared in his he forgot all about his godly duties and her ailing soul. For once in his existence he wanted something, wanted something to be his with every ounce of energy he had inside him.
"Who are you?" her eyes betrayed her curiosity rather than fear about some strange man in her personnel chambers.
What did she mean who was he? Couldn't she see his stupid jackal head? Was she slow or worse stupid? He couldn't tolerate stupid people. Or maybe she was jesting? His eyes narrowed to slits. Or was she trying to make a fool out of him?
"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't look behind you, I'm talking to you." Her voice held a note of irritation.
She could see his real form? No mortal could see the form he had in Heliopolis. The mere fact that she did made him nervous and uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.
"I am Ni...Anubis." the fact that he wanted to introduce himself as Nicklaus rather than Anubis was unnerving.
"Am I about to die?" her voice wasn't shocked or surprised, it was resigned. As if she knew what he symbolized.
"Ah not right now but yes in few weeks you will be dead. The poison is spreading fast in your body." He explained awkwardly.
He didn't know why but there was something that attracted him towards this girl with porcelain face and sad eyes. She didn't say a word when she heard the news of her upcoming death. He had never seen someone like her.
"Don't you have to explain about afterlife, feather of truth, Osiris and Ammit the devourer?"
"I guess you know enough about them to get by. A small fact about my elder brother Osiris though, he is too moral and upstanding for my tastes. He doesn't even know how to have fun. Never goes on vacation, and never lets me take one. Apart from that, why waste our time?"
"Isn't it violation of your duties? Aren't you afraid I will complain when I am taken to be judged?" her eyes were mischievous.
"I am sure Osiris is gonna cut penalty from my meager paycheck. But I can bet you will be too scared to complain."
"And If I do complain?"
"Then I will grant you one boon, whatever you desire except giving back your mortal life."
This girl made him do things he had never done in his life. He had never chatted up casually with one of his clients before. That was usually Set's forte. She was remarkable for a human.
"How does it feel? Dying?" her voice was timid as if she was finally afraid because of her limited mortality.
He wanted to ease her fears, sooth her. He wanted to tell her that dying was the easiest thing in the world. It was just like going to sleep but he couldn't. He couldn't lie to her as he had lied to numerous before. He just couldn't do it.
"I don't know. I have never experienced it but I imagine it would be like going to sleep."
"Whatever it would be, it would be better than what I am right now." She spit in disgust.
He was surprised. She was the only child of Ramses, a position most girls of her age would kill for.
"Is it so bothersome, being a princess? Not doing any work? Basking in the love and approval of your father?" he sounded bitter and maybe he was. Jealous of a mortal because she had a parent's love when he had none.
"Love? Approval? Have you felt your fathers scorn just because you were something he didn't want? My mother was a Greek princess, death god. An outsider. And that's how I am treated in my father's palace, as an unwanted thing. I have a stepmother who is two years older than me. She is carrying the precious heir of pharaoh. My father lavishes his love on her and I don't even get left over's. I only have few servants, all of whom curse their luck because they are in my service. In my own home I am a stranger, an outcast who is treated worse than a palace maid." She paused to take breath, "I am of no value in this place Anubis. Life here is worse than any painful death you can imagine and you can imagine pretty gruesome ones I think. My father would dump me on one of his aging courtiers or some foreign in-need-of-a-bride-prince. He wouldn't even think twice before doing it. So you see death is better Anubis, death is welcome."
She was so much like him, exactly like him he thought. Never had he met another soul whose threads of their being resonated with his. And to think he had been jealous. He had his siblings if not his parents but she had no one. He understood more than she thought. He had faced his father's wrath his whole life while his mother had been moot spectator of the pain he had endured.
"The poison in your body, how did you get it?" for he was curious. This was diluted tejsu-heru venom that was spreading in her veins. And this was not easily acquired poison.
"I don't now maybe somebody slipped me few drops. Who knows?" she was distracted.
He didn't want to go yet he realized but he had other pressing duties namely guarding the sun god while he made his journey in duat.
"Well I guess we covered all the bases. I must be going." He didn't know why he stated the plan for his departure. He could vanish on his will. Maybe he wanted to stay.
"Will you visit me before I die Anubis? I get rather lonely here all by myself." There was desperation in her voice and he wanted to stay with her. What was happening to him?
"I will try." He mumbled before disappearing…...
His self control held out for two days after which he banished the ridiculous notion of ignoring her. She was sketching when he materialized, sitting on her window sill and trying to draw the palace courtyard and failing spectacularly. Numerous sheets of papyrus were littered around her and he smiled. She looked beautiful, as sun light played with her blonde locks.
He was lost in the daydream of how soft her hair would be to touch when the sound of oncoming steps broke him out of his stupor. He decided to watch whatever scene was about to be played.
"Did you hear Thothokris has offered for your hand Chione?" the daunting voice of her step mother broke the pleasant memory of Anubis's dark eyes and the way he looked in his black kilt and gold and amethyst collar. Blight be on her poxed soul, what was her father's recent wife doing in her chambers? She looked like a golden toad if ever there was such a thing as golden toad. She was short with straight black hair, brown skin and heavily lidded eyes. Chione thought she was rather pudgy but she had heard the ladies of palace say that Ramses recent wife had child bearing hips. From what Chione could see, she was a bit bowed from the weight of jewels she was wearing. She could see the prominent curve of her stomach displayed proudly as if she had won any contest.
"Pardon me, what were you saying?" only the thought of her fathers' wrath kept her head bowed before the chit.
"Oh you poor darling I said Thothokris has offered for your hand." The false sincerity was dripping from her voice.
Chione recoiled with disgust. Thothokris was ancient and he was known for his lecherous behavior throughout the kingdom. He thought himself as god's gift to women, a self proclaimed Casanova. The thought of his wrinkled hands on her body made her want to vomit.
"Isn't it exciting? Soon if you are married you will have your own house hold to run."
Chione wanted to beat her step mother to pulp, consequences be damned.
"Rather irritating isn't she?" his voice came from beside her. She sucked her breath. She didn't want Anubis watching the scene of her humiliation.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered furiously. Thankfully her step mother was still going on and hadn't noticed her whispering.
"You did invite me. Do you want me to go?" he hesitated.
"No." she mumbled sullenly. Her step mother still hadn't stopped. By the name of Horus what was she going on now?
"So as I was saying I am about to give birth to heir in few months, it will be for the best if you are married before that. After all I will need more space…"
"She isn't carrying a male child you know." Anubis said nonchalantly and the smile that graced her lips was more than reward enough for her earlier petulance.
"Her child won't be able to host gods." He said after a moment, "Isis is not happy the way Ramses has treated you. Your mother was a favored one of Isis and nobody holds grudges like my sister."
"Why are you smiling Chione?" her step mother eyed her suspiciously.
"Just thinking about future prospects." And with few polite words and curtsey she sent her step mother out of her chambers.
"Oh thank god for coming Anubis, she would have goaded me in saying something she would have twisted before my father."
"Well you did invite me." He smiled, "so what were you doing before she disrupted you?"
She blushed and he started pondering on what was she thinking that made twin crests of colors fuse in her cheeks.
"Um I was trying to draw." She stammered.
"Or trying to butcher the papyrus? May I?" he took the stylus and papyrus from her and started to draw.
After few minutes of silence when he returned the papyrus her gasp made his heart thump a bit more erratically.
"You should be god of drawing." She laughed.
"Well father thought about it and he seemed to think the title of god of death would suit me more." His voice held the remnants of a bitter argument.
But she didn't notice. "So tell me, what's it like to be Ra's son?"
Naïve mortal, he mentally scoffed. Did she think it was all fun and party being Mikael's son? But then the mortals really didn't know what went in duat, bless their simple souls.
"It's okay, I guess." He answered diplomatically. But there was something in his voice that cautioned her. So they changed the topic, talked about different things. Their likes, their dislikes, what they liked to do when they had some time to spare.
So that's how it started. He would come many times a day. Sometimes she would be 'butchering the papyrus' as he put, sometimes she would be sleeping then he would sit on the window and draw her. All these secretly drawn portraits of her would be waiting in his chambers when he returned to duat.
After few days her body started weakening, she would be feverish most of the times when he wouldn't be with her. Her body burned up slowly with venom. She seemed better in his company or maybe it was the aura of death that made her look more alive in his proximity.
He would take her to the forests and moors where people had died; well the glitch was that he could only appear in the places of death. And well frankly speaking, tombs and pyramids did make a good dating spot. The view of rising sun from the top of the pyramid was spectacular. Not that anyone could make him admit that he was dating a mortal who was about to die.
In the warm lazy afternoons he taught her how to draw. Well he would hold her hand and her stylus and he would draw while she stared at him. She loved his deep blue eyes. Some said it was bluer than the seas. He even had dimples. No one could ever imagine in the whole wide Egypt that Anubis, the god of death had dimples.
Time flied, now that she had someone to spend it with. She couldn't sleep in nights, the pain never let her. One day when it got too much to bear, she called him. Well in all frankness it was a murmured 'Anubis' but he came.
His propinquity was enough to ease most of her discomfort. But still some of the burn remained. It seemed he could sense it because he came and gathered her in his arms, cradling her as he made the pain go way.
It was heaven and hell being so close to him. She didn't want to think about the time when she would be a spirit and she would never see him. She knew like all good things in her life, he too was for a limited time, so she pushed the gloomy thoughts away and snuggled closer to him.
When she woke in the morning there was essence of blue lotus beside her bed for her pain.
Ra sat on his flaming throne with his wife goddess Esther beside him. These days Anubis looked too happy and Ra didn't like it one bit. You see Ra was forever paranoid that someday Nicklaus was going to challenge him for the throne of pharaoh of gods.
These days the boy even did his duty on sun boat without grumbling. Something fishy was going on.
Princess Chione's condition worsened and still the whole palace was busy preparing for the birth of heir. On the second night of the second week since she had been informed of her upcoming death by Anubis, the whole palace waited for the birth of the prince. Pharaoh Ramses was pacing back and forth in his chambers when a servant came running.
"Do you bring the news of prince's birth?" Ramses asked.
"No, my lord. It's about princess Chione."
"What about her?" he asked in mild irritation.
"She is ill my lord. Her servants say, she might be dying."
"Nonsense. Chione likes attention. I am sure it's just a mild fever. Tell the healers to see her after the birth of the heir."
Pharaoh Ramses might have been sure that this child was going to be male but in the birthing room things weren't going well at all. The queen was breathing heavily and she couldn't push properly. The maids were praying to Tawaret to bless their mistress but it seemed the goddess wasn't receptive to their pleas.
Finally after numerous hours of a difficult labor queen did push the child out but to her utter misfortune, the child was a girl.
Things weren't going well for the pharaoh. The child everyone had claimed to be a boy had been a girl. And now his house of life priest was bearer of more bad news.
"What do you mean child can't be a host for gods? She is the blood of pharaoh." He bellowed.
"Not only this child, my king. Any child of yours won't be able to host gods except for princess Chione. Goddess Isis is angry, my lord. You have mistreated her favored one's child."
Ramses clapped his hands. Two servants appeared.
"Take me to princess Chione." They nodded and exited the chambers.
It was a sad turn of affair when a father didn't know where his own child was.
Her body was aflame. She was gasping for breaths. Even his arms couldn't offer her comfort. So he talked. He told her all about him. How his father didn't like him, how his mother didn't even see him. He told her he was called Nicklaus by his family, that Anubis was just a title as were Osiris, Isis, Set, Horus and Nephthys.
Sometimes in her fevered state she would start crying and begging him not to let her go. Sometimes she would talk incoherently but in every state, in every moment she was aware of his presence.
He didn't want her to die but he couldn't even give her life in this present state. For the first time he wanted to be something different, someone different than the god of death. You see dear readers Anubis had fallen in love with the mortal princess and to do so was punishable by exile and death in duat. But his mind had left the path of reason, his heart only considered her survival and her well being. He no longer cared about his duties, his brethren. The only thing that mattered to him was her and yet she was dying painfully in his arms.
The doors of her chambers opened with massive creak and standing on the entrance was pharaoh Ramses.
For a moment Ramses thought that somebody was playing a cruel joke on him. He tried to rub his eyes and shut them so that they could change the outcome of his vision but it was in vain.
From the candles burning in their holders and fire in brackets, he could see the humanoid jackal form of god Anubis. He sat cradling his daughter Chione who looked gaunt and weak. Her cheeks had sunken, color leaching out of her skin. It seemed somebody had carved out the flesh from her bones.
How had this happened? How had he failed to notice the dismay of his own child? Then some slumbering part of his mind awoke, you have grown selfish Ramses, what did you expect?
"God Anubis…" he croaked. He didn't know what to say. His daughter was on the verge of death and he stood like fool on the door.
"Make your peace with her Ramses. There are only few moments left. She is on the doors of death."
Ramses couldn't move. He stood like a statue not knowing which direction to take, what to say….
Nicklaus sat with her in his arms till her final moments. His heart was heavy with grief but a plan had started to form slowly in his head. He slipped in her mind for a last time and she said, "Kiss me."
When her minutes were up, when she was on the last seconds of her life, his lips met hers and her soul slipped out of her body.
In front of Ramses eyes god Anubis vanished as his daughter's body lay twisted as a melted wax shabti figurine on her bed.
Her soul was still in daze as he slipped in duat, the limitless sea of magic, the realm gods inhibited. They were nearing the halls of judgment where her soul would be judged of its worth by Osiris when the idea struck him. He could steal her soul from duat. He could give her a new life on earth or at least he could try to. Nobody had to know. Nobody would know. It was his job to escort the soul to the halls of judgment when it left the mortal body. Nobody would know about this. If he succeeded he could live with her, spend his days with her but if he failed he would return the soul to Osiris. There was no harm in trying, was there? Nobody would know. And with his mind made he sneaked out from duat with Chione's soul…..
He didn't know what he was doing but his heart said he was going in the right direction. From past two hours he had kept Chione's soul in limbo so that could fashion a new body for it but the problem was that his powers were not cooperating. Every time he tried to sustain a mortal body after making it, the body turned to ashes. He couldn't give up. Chione was far more important. He couldn't fail. He knew what would happen if he failed. He would have to take her to Osiris where if she was virtuous she would get paradise or if not then eaten by the devourer. In both cases he would lose her.
In acute determination he called for the forces of Ma'at as he fashioned her body, similar as her previous mortal body used to look. It sustained for a moment but it too started to turn in ashes. He held on, forcing his magic to create rather than destroy, forcing order from chaos. His strength was failing, maintaining Ma'at was proving difficult but he held on. He knew if he didn't stop he would burn himself out, force himself so deep in duat that he may never come up again. But he couldn't let go, it was as if he couldn't tell his mind to break up. He was burning, he could feel the heat, and he could feel himself unraveling when something pushed him out from his trance.
Why don't you use the chaos?A voice whispered in his head.
Use chaos? How could he use chaos? It was forbidden among gods. He looked at the soul which was fading as sun started to come up. He had few more seconds before Ra came out from twelfth house and climbed to heavens.
'Isfet,' he concentrated in his mind, red hieroglyphs started revolving around the soul. He concentrated as chaos formed flesh and bones, skin covering them. In few moments he had fashioned her exact replica of her mortal body and this wasn't crumbling. The hieroglyphs glowed as they sank in her skin.
It was easy to use chaos. Why hadn't anybody tried it before?
'Maybe because chaos likes you, it's a bit difficult to be in chaos's good grace.' It was the same voice echoing in his head.
"Nik." He turned around and there she was sitting up dressed in a ruby gown of softest silk. Had he made that?
'No you didn't, consider it a gift. Goodbye Nicklaus, I hope we meet again son.' He shook his head. Ra? Could that be Ra? No the voice had been too different, the essence of power too old.
"Nik?" she was uncertain. He took her in his arms. The warmth radiated out of her body and he soaked it in himself, relished in it.
"How am I alive Nik?" she asked.
"I didn't let you die sweet, I couldn't let you die. I love you Chione." He looked deep in her eyes; he could see the flecks of gold.
"I love you too Nik. Now kiss me." She murmured as she pulled him down and his lips met hers…..
Osiris was bored out of his mind. His adviser Disturber (well that was a really disturbed name) was going on and on about the punishments for stealing fish from holy lake. His brother Anubis had vanished three days ago with a note that he was going on his much needed vacation. He couldn't even annoy Nephthys.
"Hello there brother, missed me?" he turned to see Nicklaus grinning with Ammit the devourer in his arms.
To say he was surprised to see his brother was an understatement. Nicklaus had always been tall but now he seemed a bit taller, blue of his eyes had deepened to a near black; the blonde of his hair had darkened. He seemed to glow with energy. There was something different about him, just what different, he couldn't point out.
"To assume that I missed you Nicklaus would suggest that you thought I had noticed you were gone?"
"Still same old Elijah. Come on brother, you behave as if you are 5000 rather than being merely 3000." He grinned.
"I thought you had gone on vacation?" Elijah asked wearily.
"Oh I am still on vacation brother dear. I just came to check if my minions are bringing the souls or not." He scratched a jackal while the other rubbed its fur against his leg. His wolves really loved him.
"As you have confirmed it, I am guessing you will be off to where ever you were?"
"Ah yes I will be going. Take care brother." Nicklaus actually skipped.
There was really something wrong with Nicklaus. He never skipped. He didn't like Ammit the devourer. And he was annoyed of Elijah's sarcastic remarks.
"That will be all disturber." He cringed mentally (really disturber?).
"Yes my lord. You are right my lord." Disturber bowed and his wig came off.
"I am sorry my lord." He hastily put the wig backwards and exited the hall of judgment. Osiris vanished leaving an empty hall with an excited mini demon dog named Ammit the devourer.
This area was giving off his brother's aura as if he had bled all over the place. Well that was a troubling thought. But to give off this much energy, what was Nicklaus up to?
He saw in duat and there his brother was standing few feet away. But there was something wrong with his aura. Instead of his typical grey he was enveloped in a golden glow with flecks of red in it. There was someone else with him. A female from what he could gauge from the aura. But her body was made from something that was giving off a ruby aura. Mortal? But this was chaos he sensed. How could a mortal soul survive inside a body forged from chaos?
He turned around the corner and he saw her face. It was pharaoh Ramses daughter. His dead daughter? What had Nicklaus done? This creature, for surely she could not be human was one of Apophys's creation. How could Nicklaus not see it? If Ra knew he would execute Anubis on the spot. Holy mother what had Nicklaus done? She was a mortal soul. It was the first rule that was taught to gods when they were in their godly diapers, gods couldn't get involved with any mortal without sharing their essence with a mortal host.
And here Nicklaus was kissing a mortal in his original form? Was he out of his mind? Why the hell was he trying to play happy families with this mortal, what was her name cherry? Chili? Chione? Yes, Chione.
He was thinking about confronting his brother when Nicklaus sensed him. A fiery ball of energy blasted near his feet. When had his brother been so perceptive?
"Nicklaus, what have you been up to little brother?" he asked as emerged.
To his credit Nicklaus had explained everything. Elijah could see how he kept his arms protectively around Chione. He had never been in love. His sister Isis said it was the most amazing experience but then she would know, wouldn't she? She was always falling in and out of love.
He had begged him not to tell anything to father. He knew he had to tell Ra but looking at how happy Anubis and Chione seemed he didn't want to. He took his leave after few minutes, more confused and full of questions than he was before coming here.
Chains of Ma'at cut in his skin as he fought desolately to break them. He could feel the energy cutting his bones but he didn't care. She was gone. Chione was gone.
Her name was a prayer inside his head, a litany that he repeated over and over. She was gone and he couldn't do anything to save her.
"Let him out." Ra said, "Let him see what he invited upon himself." The chains gave away; he didn't see who had let him out. His eyes couldn't leave Chione or whatever was left of her.
Her beautiful body was broken, battered and violated, torn in places as if some animal had taken a chunk out of her. And maybe they had. He looked around, seeing the gods who stood above him. All his father's cronies, sneering.
There was crocodile god Sobek, baboon god Babi, vulture goddess Nekhmet, scorpion goddess Serquet, Onuris and many others. He didn't see Isis, Set, Horus or Nephthys. His mother was standing in the back, no expression on her face. And there standing beside Ra was his traitor of a brother, Osiris.
He could smell all of them who had touched her, despoiled her. They were sneering, laughing, their voices tuning in and out of his consciousness.
'…..how could he do such thing…..? ?'
'…he is a weakling…'
'…..he is no son of Ra or either of Apophys. Do you think such weak creature could be son of chaos lord…..'
Chione, oh Chione. He had left her drowsy, warm, sated, and content and happily snuggling in bed in the palace he had built for her. He had felt Osiris calling him for something urgent. It had been a trap.
She had shouted for his aid, the anguish in her voice had eaten him with regret. He had returned to an ambush. Or was seizing the right term? She had begged these gods as they had scoffed her pleas, the pain as they had brutalized her before him would haunt him to eternity.
They had clawed him away from what was left of her, her beautiful face frozen in torture, her skin wrecked and marred with bruises. They had chained him in chains of Ma'at and they had dragged her body in front of him, taunting him of her death.
He clawed at his eyes wanting to erase the scene in front of him, closing them in belief that when he opened them again it would all vanish in puff of smoke, nothing more than a nightmare. But the scene stayed and so did all those jeering bastards who called themselves gods.
His throat was raw from screaming, begging, pleading, groveling and trying desperate compromises. His body wanted to curl in a heap, his eyes wanted to close and never open again. He couldn't even save her soul, they had disintegrated it, spread it like a fine mist all over the duat. He would never be able to make it whole again. She was lost, his sweet, sweet love.
Even when he was surrounded by his captors he couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew it was last time he would ever see her. His sweet Chione, his sweet love.
Come to bed and kiss me Nik, she had said. Her lips tempting him.
Not now love, Osiris needs to talk to me, he had replied.
Is it absolutely necessary? Her question had been muffled with yawn.
Yes sweet. Go to sleep. I will make it up to you when I return. You won't even feel I am gone. He had said.
You promise? Her slumberous eyes had traced his face.
He had kissed her in lieu of consent and she had gone to sleep. How happy he had been. How content, assured that they had a future, an eternity together.
Ah my love, my sweet love I will never see you again. Forgive me Chione, I failed you. Forgive me. I will avenge you love, I will avenge you. The words were a plea for his beloved. A prayer for his broken heart.
"You are no son of mine Anubis. You have proved that from your traitorous behavior." Mikael snarled.
He wanted to shout. He had never been Ra's son. Mikael had always hated him beneath his show of generosity and kindheartedness. What had he done wrong? He had only loved.
Suddenly Chione's body flashed in orange and it started to burn. He whimpered, oh love I am so sorry. Please forgive me. His sweet love, his love. The body burned to ashes and they blew the ashes on his face, laughing at his weakness.
"I exile you deep in duat Anubis. A place from where there is no chance of your return." He could hear self satisfaction in Ra's tone.
"But father we had agreed you would…"Osiris started to speak.
"Silence Osiris, this is my final judgment." Ra boomed.
He could feel them dragging him, his hands bound again in the glowing chains of Ma'at. The protective hieroglyphs of her mother leeched his magic out slowly.
They had reached the edge of duat and he could see the outline of demonic beach. They were burying him too deep in chaos, where he would lose his magic and the chaos would act as radioactive element, depleting him by every moment.
"Open the portal Osiris." Ra commanded.
"But father…."
"I said now, Osiris."
After a moment or two he could feel the portal swirling nearby. They were going to push him in it.
"I curse you with my last breath of magic Osiris. One day you will feel what I have felt. You would know what is it to love and lose. You will feel what it is to despair, to long, to want. I curse you with unrequited love Osiris. One day you will feel what I have felt today, the helplessness, the grief. I curse you Elijah, one day you would know what I felt today and I hope you never see me again."
He jumped in the spinning vortex.
'I have saved her soul Anubis but it's wounded. It will take time to heal. Till then sleep my son and let the chaos feed your rage.'
It was the voice again, sounding in his head, his eyes shut, the chains of Ma'at loosened and broke away and he fell in deep sleep….
So what do you think? I am excited for the feedback. Please let me know what you think of the story. And to know what happened with Anubis, Osiris and Chione stay tuned for the next chapter of 'The blood of Anubis'.
-Eos
