In Death
Not even in death did Mahado find peace. Both of us lingered in Limbo for centuries until I was called for Reincarnation. We existed in purgatory together, finding solace in the other's intellect. I dreaded rebirth, I dreaded being separated from the only man that ever loved me.
Limbo was nothing more than an ominous abyss of darkness, a never ending void of nothing. It consumed us, and we occupied our lingering by interacting with others. Dressed in our death clothes, we embraced, clinging to out only piece of sanity. Our relationship, while Clandestine in life, bloomed in death. There were no more secrets, no more hiding it was liberating given the circumstances of our souls. There was no freedom, no captivity, nothing but darkness. Litany was spiteful, and cruel, mocking us and our endeavor. Yet, we remained idling, waiting, wanting, suffering.
Sometimes I wondered if Limbo was really hell, until Anubis called for my Rebirth. My lips brushed against Mahado's imprinting his taste, his touch and his scent on my minds. I knew I wouldn't remember it until we reunited with Atem, but I wanted it, I needed it, one final time.
As rebirth consumed me, I felt his touch flee and forced myself to recall it immediately. Time and worlds flew by as I was consumed by a light, then darkness, nothing. My knowledge left me and I became feeble. My soul changed and my corporeal body ceased to exist.
I ached for Mahad one last time.
Death for us was a blessing, but we deserved peace. If only Atem knew the torment and turmoil his court endured to aide him. If he knew he would understand how it shaped all of us. Set grew bitter in life, he ached and hurt along side the rest of us, but his suffering made him cold. In Purgatory he sought and found solace only for it to be ripped away so he could be reincarnated.
I would face death with an eager smile, greet him as an old friend because I knew in death I would finally find peace. Graciously, death waited in the corner for me, patient and reverent. Death knew my plight, my struggle, my torment, and death didn't judge me. Holding out his hand he beckoned me close, and I took his hand with a relieved smile, and followed him into the afterlife.