THE HOST CLUB'S PRESENTATION OF THE MUMMY
Prologue: City of the Living
The ancient Egyptians believed that the sun was their most powerful god. Its touch stretching over every living thing, the skies and the sands. Such a force is not easy to deceive, as all truths eventually come to be known under the light of the scorching sun.
It is here, under that very same sun, that our story begins.
Thebes. City of the living, crown jewel of Pharoah Seti the First.
Seti was a dominant and virile ruler. His rule, like the sun's light, stretched over everything. The morning and the evening star, but even the sun in all its burning glory falls beneath dusk every night. As the Pharoah returned to his gilded palace, he too was engulfed by darkness, though he was woefully unaware.
Looking down on him, a man glared darkly upon the city.
Imhotep, Pharoah's high priest, keeper of the dead.
Though the king is descended from gods, it is the high priest who speaks for their divinity. What is the dust of divine blood compared to the whispers and roars of the stars themselves?
Passing through the corridors of the palace like a lithe whisp of amber and gold, a woman approached the chambers of the priest, the lines of fabric and kohl paint on her bronze skin blurred as she glittered like a goddess.
Though her flesh had been kissed by the sun, her hair fell in curls as yellow as corn, beautiful and foreign, more desired than any other concubine within the alabaster walls.
Anck-su-namun. Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her.
She made her way through the ornate sanctuary, the obsidian statue of the panther goddess Bast watching her every step, and the painted bodies of the temple's priests parting the linen curtains for her. All of them accessories, hands pulling the threads of fate.
Anck-su-namun came face-to-face with Imhotep, his gaze softening as he brushed his fingers over the flaxen strands of her hair, hesitant to lay his hands upon her skin. Before he could pull away, she took his hand, guiding it to caress her cheek as his resistance broke and the two fell into an embrace.
Pharaoh would kill them both and curse their names if he ever knew, but for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Imhotep's hands trailing from her delicate face to her frail shoulders, unconsciously caressing her and smearing the kohl that lined her.
His priests scurried to close the doors, to hide their sins, but suddenly stood frozen as the Pharaoh himself, Seti, burst into the chamber.
He glared at them, confused by their presence, as they bowed in fear. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his gaze being pulled to the drawn curtains.
Seti threw them aside, seeing his favorite mistress caressing the statue of Bast, her Nile-blue eyes refusing to meet his own. He approached her and saw it, tears of shame falling and washing away the gold dust brushed onto her eyelids, as well as the kohl on her shoulders, smeared and imperfect.
"Who had touched you?!" he roared as he grabbed her, a whimper falling from Anck-su-namun's lips as she fearfully shied away from him. He raised his arm to strike her, but felt his sword being pulled from its scabbard before he could. His eyes widened. "Imhotep… my own priest?"
To his shock, it was not his priest who plunged his blade through Pharaoh's heart, but the woman who hated him far more than any man ever could. Anck-su-namun thrust her dagger into his back, more tears spilling from her eyes as she watched him cry out in pain.
Cries dissolved into screams as Imhotep stabbed his king's stomach with his own sword, the priests watching through the curtains as their Pharaoh was being murdered.
The golden floors were now stained scarlet, the sun covered by darkness. Imhotep took Anck-su-namun into his arms, a sliver of comfort slithering into his heart now that the only thing separating him from his beloved was dead on the ground before them.
The calm before the storm was quickly shattered for the lovers as something heavy thundered against the doors. The priests threw themselves against the doors to block what was on the other side, but the pair knew it was futile.
"The Medjai…" he whispered, Pharaoh elite bodyguards no doubt must have heard his screams as he died, and Imhotep knew nothing could stop them from coming into the room eventually.
His lover took the sword from his hand and pushed him away. "You must go! Save yourself!"
He growled as his priests ushered him away, throwing their hands from his body. "I won't leave you!"
"Only you can resurrect me!" she told him, the meaning of her words dawning on him as despair consumed his heart. Imhotep felt nothing as the painted men around him dragged him from the arms of his beloved, but a spark of hope shined through as he remembered his teachings as a keeper of the dead.
While the Pharaoh could fruitlessly throw life away, only he could return the gods' blessing of life to his lover's body.
"I will…" he swore. "I will resurrect you!"
Anck-su-namun reached her hand towards him, sorrow filling her perfect features before they turned bitter and venomous as the Medjai burst into the room, swords drawn and expressions enraged as they laid their eyes upon Pharaoh's corpse.
Blade clutched tight in her hands, she faced them and hissed.
"My body is no longer his temple!"
Imhotep could only swallow his cries of heartbreak as his love plunged the sword into her heart, her dying breath leaving her body as she fell at the feet of the Medjai. The protectors of the royal family who heard her pained cries every night from Pharaoh's bedroom, ignoring her pleas of someone to save her.
Imhotep and his priests broke into the royal crypt, and stole her body. They raced deep into the desert, taking Anck-su-namun's corpse to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead. It was the ancient burial site for the sons of Pharaohs, and resting place for the wealth of Egypt.
The sun was nowhere to be seen as darkness covered the sands, the moon, bright and deceitful, being the only source of light looking down on Imhotep. He knew he was inviting death upon himself, but he would rather live a thousand years in eternal suffering than spend another moment without his paramour.
For his love, Imhotep dared the gods' anger by going deep into the city, where he took the Black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place.
His priests had lain Anck-su-namun's body upon a mummification table, bowing in a ring around the altar and praying as Imhotep presented the black book before her. It pained him to see her that way, devoid of life, still and cold. Even her golden hair seemed dull without the magnificence of her life force flowing through it.
Anck-su-namun's soul had been sent to the dark underworld, her vital organs removed and place in five sacred canopic jars.
The book seemed to hiss as he opened it, as if it had taken its first breath in many years. The words dripped like poison from his lips, the spell he uttered causing the pool behind him to shudder and turn black.
The water began to rise from the pool, becoming viscous and vaporous. It was Anck-su-namun's soul, being drawn from the thralls of the underworld. The spell on his lips lured her across the room like a siren's song, unable to turn away or resist, and he felt himself smile as her spirit finally came to rest inside her body once more.
Her eyes opened and her lips parted in a scream, twitching and blinking wildly as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her.
Imhotep let loose a roar of the final words of the spell, raising his dagger high about to plunge it down… only for his hand to be stopped.
Muscular arms grabbed onto him and held him still, the Medjai flooding the chamber and holding the priests at sword-point, bringing his plan to a grinding halt seconds before it could be realized.
The Medjai had followed Imhotep, and stopped him before the ritual could be completed.
He watched in horror as Anck-su-namun's soul departed once more from her body, returning to the waters of the underworld with a faded sob. Imhotep cried out for his love, tears burning from his eyes as he watched her disappear into the darkness.
The sun shines light on all truths, and Imhotep's crimes and deception had been revealed for the gods to see.
His priests were condemned to be mummified alive…
The Medjai dragged them all to the mummification chambers, breaking the legs of the priests before breaking their arms as well.
Their tongues were removed and their eyes burned out with hot pokers, before being wrapped in gauze bandages so tight that it was impossible to breathe without feeling the ribcage bend and splinter. Imhotep watched all of this, his arms held by the Medjai as one of them approached him with a knife, the blade glowing with heat.
Another pulled his tongue from his mouth with a pair of plyers, his screams echoing through the temple as his flesh bled and bubbled.
As for Imhotep… he was condemned to suffer the Hom-Dai… the worst of all ancient curses… so vile that it had never before been bestowed…
He blinked his eyeless sockets as they wrapped him and placed him alive within the sarcophagus, his name chiseled away from the stone, condemning him not only in life but in death as well. As long as his soul existed he would never know peace, but suffering for the rest of eternity.
A Medjai approached, carrying a jug. When he tipped it, dozens of azure scarab beetles poured out, swarming over Imhotep's body and sinking their flesh-eating pincers into him. His screams were muffled by the bandages and silenced as the sarcophagus closed on top of him.
With a box that extended into a key, the coffin was sealed, never to be opened.
He was to remain inside his sarcophagus, the undead… for all eternity.
His coffin was taken to the statue of the god of death Anubis, so that the god would watch over him and make sure he would never be disturbed.
The Medjai would never allow him to be released… for he would arise a walking disease… a plague upon mankind… an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility!
Imhotep's screams echoed far into the Egyptian night, unable to be heard for many… many centuries…
Rewatched Host Club and here we find ourselves, with another fic I will not update nearly regularly enough... Anyway! I hope you like this one, it will include an oc I've been working on for a while, I won't give too much away but for now, just picture a lady-Bakugou with a dark purple ponytail. Also, I know Anck-su-namun has black hair but her being blond is important to the plot so hang tight! Ciao!