Pharaoh's Gift Pt.5
by
Julia Duvall
"Lokenrah, what's wrong?" Katrina saw a hint of something pass over his
face.
"You have never faced a Slayer, have you Katrina?"
"No, I haven't faced a Slayer. I welcome the opportunity to kill one
and bring her eyes to you." Katrina replied, her eagerness to fight
a slayer evident in her voice.
"They are clever girls, Katrina. You have no idea how quick and
resourceful some of them really are. I remember the
Slayer who took my eyes away. Being blind has only nurtured my hatred for
their entire race." He drank some blood out of the cup.
"You never talk about the day you lost your sight." Katrina sat down in
front of him, watching him intensely. "I came to you, because
you were the one who took care of me."
"I'll tell you the story of how I was blinded for an eternity until now.
You are my most loyal child." Lokenrah smiled into the darkness.
***
I remember that night so clearly. The moon shone brightly in the dark
night sky. I remember the instant that I saw her. I recognized her beauty.
Her fiery red hair glimmered in the moonlight and her eyes sparkled like
emeralds.
My children and I were enjoying the hunt, feeding the demon with a
voracity that couldn't be denied, not even with the threat of a slayer.
The village was a small one, but that didn't stop us. There were enough
humans there to sustain our needs. The peace of the night was
shattered by their innocent screams, it made the hunt so much more
enjoyable.
We were feasting at the entrance to an arena.
The arena was surrounded by huge stone pillars, a statue of Isis in the
center. Our surroundings hid her arrival until it was too late.
She interrupted our fun. She began to interfere with our feast.
Attacking my men, staking them, reducing them to nothing more than piles of
dust.
I ordered Roman to enter into the arena. He was my second, one of my
children that I'd reared and trained. He entered with a flourishing attempt
to catch her off guard. She was too quick.
her movements met her target with a finesse I'd never witnessed before.
She moved gracefully with the balance and precision of a cat, her stakes
seeking out their targets. My men disintegrating, their ashes floating and
landing on the blood splattered floor.
I watched from my hiding place, hypnotized by how beautiful she was in
the fight.
Roman turned for a moment, distracted by a sound from behind him. She
took the opportunity to stake him. The stake piercing his heart. His skeleton
exposed briefly before his human form exploded
into a shower of ashes.
Her enemy was defeated. She glanced around the arena, her head tilting
to one side. A small confident smile crossing her lips. "I know you are here.
I can sense you. Come out from the shadows
and have the courage to face me."
I stepped out from the shadows. Eager to take her on, assured in my own
abilities. "You're prettier than the last slayer." I said grinning at her.
"Well you will find that I'm not an easy mark." She was so confident in
her abilities to defeat me.
"Neither am I, Slayer." I moved swiftly, my fist contacting with her
chin. Her head turned violently with the impact, but she recovered almost
instantly, retaliating with a viscous head butt.
"This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be." She grinned as she
brought her knee up swiftly in a powerful blow to my gut.
I recovered and kicked her, the force propelling her into a pillar. She
briefly stumbled. I took the opportunity to grab her. In that instant, she
took the opportunity to stake me, her target
my eyes.
"My eye, you bitch." I screamed as I threw her with all my might into the
statue of Isis. The pain was unbearable. I ripped out the stake from my eye,
a moment of shock ripping through me
as my mind registered the sight of my eyeball attached to the point of a
stake. In that moment the slayer threw a boot towards me. The sharp pointed
heel piercing my remaining eye. The
world disappeared, replaced by an unnatural world of Darkness.
"What's the matter can't see anything ?" She taunted as she battered my
body with blow after blow. She thought that she had weakened me, but that was
her fatal mistake. I waited for the perfect
opportunity for her to make a mistake, which she finally did as she moved
within my grasp. I grabbed her. My hands enclosing around her neck, the
bones cracking with the increased pressure,
until finally it shattered, extinguishing her life with the final crack.
"That's the reason I hate the slayers, Katrina. They took my sight away.
I had beautiful blue eyes." He squeezed the rat pouring it's blood into his
mouth.
To be continued...
by
Julia Duvall
"Lokenrah, what's wrong?" Katrina saw a hint of something pass over his
face.
"You have never faced a Slayer, have you Katrina?"
"No, I haven't faced a Slayer. I welcome the opportunity to kill one
and bring her eyes to you." Katrina replied, her eagerness to fight
a slayer evident in her voice.
"They are clever girls, Katrina. You have no idea how quick and
resourceful some of them really are. I remember the
Slayer who took my eyes away. Being blind has only nurtured my hatred for
their entire race." He drank some blood out of the cup.
"You never talk about the day you lost your sight." Katrina sat down in
front of him, watching him intensely. "I came to you, because
you were the one who took care of me."
"I'll tell you the story of how I was blinded for an eternity until now.
You are my most loyal child." Lokenrah smiled into the darkness.
***
I remember that night so clearly. The moon shone brightly in the dark
night sky. I remember the instant that I saw her. I recognized her beauty.
Her fiery red hair glimmered in the moonlight and her eyes sparkled like
emeralds.
My children and I were enjoying the hunt, feeding the demon with a
voracity that couldn't be denied, not even with the threat of a slayer.
The village was a small one, but that didn't stop us. There were enough
humans there to sustain our needs. The peace of the night was
shattered by their innocent screams, it made the hunt so much more
enjoyable.
We were feasting at the entrance to an arena.
The arena was surrounded by huge stone pillars, a statue of Isis in the
center. Our surroundings hid her arrival until it was too late.
She interrupted our fun. She began to interfere with our feast.
Attacking my men, staking them, reducing them to nothing more than piles of
dust.
I ordered Roman to enter into the arena. He was my second, one of my
children that I'd reared and trained. He entered with a flourishing attempt
to catch her off guard. She was too quick.
her movements met her target with a finesse I'd never witnessed before.
She moved gracefully with the balance and precision of a cat, her stakes
seeking out their targets. My men disintegrating, their ashes floating and
landing on the blood splattered floor.
I watched from my hiding place, hypnotized by how beautiful she was in
the fight.
Roman turned for a moment, distracted by a sound from behind him. She
took the opportunity to stake him. The stake piercing his heart. His skeleton
exposed briefly before his human form exploded
into a shower of ashes.
Her enemy was defeated. She glanced around the arena, her head tilting
to one side. A small confident smile crossing her lips. "I know you are here.
I can sense you. Come out from the shadows
and have the courage to face me."
I stepped out from the shadows. Eager to take her on, assured in my own
abilities. "You're prettier than the last slayer." I said grinning at her.
"Well you will find that I'm not an easy mark." She was so confident in
her abilities to defeat me.
"Neither am I, Slayer." I moved swiftly, my fist contacting with her
chin. Her head turned violently with the impact, but she recovered almost
instantly, retaliating with a viscous head butt.
"This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be." She grinned as she
brought her knee up swiftly in a powerful blow to my gut.
I recovered and kicked her, the force propelling her into a pillar. She
briefly stumbled. I took the opportunity to grab her. In that instant, she
took the opportunity to stake me, her target
my eyes.
"My eye, you bitch." I screamed as I threw her with all my might into the
statue of Isis. The pain was unbearable. I ripped out the stake from my eye,
a moment of shock ripping through me
as my mind registered the sight of my eyeball attached to the point of a
stake. In that moment the slayer threw a boot towards me. The sharp pointed
heel piercing my remaining eye. The
world disappeared, replaced by an unnatural world of Darkness.
"What's the matter can't see anything ?" She taunted as she battered my
body with blow after blow. She thought that she had weakened me, but that was
her fatal mistake. I waited for the perfect
opportunity for her to make a mistake, which she finally did as she moved
within my grasp. I grabbed her. My hands enclosing around her neck, the
bones cracking with the increased pressure,
until finally it shattered, extinguishing her life with the final crack.
"That's the reason I hate the slayers, Katrina. They took my sight away.
I had beautiful blue eyes." He squeezed the rat pouring it's blood into his
mouth.
To be continued...