Free Falling
It continues…
Plagued with worry and an intense fear of being swallowed alive and or eaten alive, our hero and resident ancient white-haired bishounen pleas his case before the gods.
" Those alligators look hungry."
"They are the crocodiles of the goddess Matt, not to mentions the ones that will be disposing of that nasty thing you call your soul."
"My Ka? Or my Ba?"
"Both."
"Oh. Is there by chance a way that I might be spared from this ultimate suffering?"
"Does a snowball exist in hell?"
"What's sen-ouh?"
"Never mind what snow is. The point of my statement is that there is very little chance of you not being devoured."
"Damn."
"Not so mighty now, eh Tomb Robber?"
"Damn you for suppressing my Ka."
"Speaking of your Ka, what is it? A lowly skeleton, man servant?"
"You have no right to dishonor my name, weather I die or by some miracle live."
"You are right thief, she has no right."
"Osiris!!"
"Matt, leave us now. By dishonoring his name, you have broken the binding act and now have allowed him his life."
"No!!"
The goddess stared in disbelief. This was not supposed to happen.
The thief stared in a dazed shock; quite proud of the fact he had influenced such an act. Even though the root of his name meant manservant, the implications she had used were dishonoring. He smiled to himself as he glanced warily at the crocodiles.
"Thief, come forth."
"Yes?"
The god raised his eyebrow at the thief's formality.
"Would you like a second chance?"
"Uh…"
"Yes. Very Good, now do you accept?"
"Accept what?"
The god gives the thief a long glance, an eyebrow raised in silence.
"Yes, I goddamned accept."
The god stares again, wondering why the goddess didn't judge him before she had dishonored his namesake.
"Good. It is done. May you succeed on your journey."
"What journey..?!?!"
But before the god answers, the thief has already began to fall into the great void of darkness.
It continues…
Plagued with worry and an intense fear of being swallowed alive and or eaten alive, our hero and resident ancient white-haired bishounen pleas his case before the gods.
" Those alligators look hungry."
"They are the crocodiles of the goddess Matt, not to mentions the ones that will be disposing of that nasty thing you call your soul."
"My Ka? Or my Ba?"
"Both."
"Oh. Is there by chance a way that I might be spared from this ultimate suffering?"
"Does a snowball exist in hell?"
"What's sen-ouh?"
"Never mind what snow is. The point of my statement is that there is very little chance of you not being devoured."
"Damn."
"Not so mighty now, eh Tomb Robber?"
"Damn you for suppressing my Ka."
"Speaking of your Ka, what is it? A lowly skeleton, man servant?"
"You have no right to dishonor my name, weather I die or by some miracle live."
"You are right thief, she has no right."
"Osiris!!"
"Matt, leave us now. By dishonoring his name, you have broken the binding act and now have allowed him his life."
"No!!"
The goddess stared in disbelief. This was not supposed to happen.
The thief stared in a dazed shock; quite proud of the fact he had influenced such an act. Even though the root of his name meant manservant, the implications she had used were dishonoring. He smiled to himself as he glanced warily at the crocodiles.
"Thief, come forth."
"Yes?"
The god raised his eyebrow at the thief's formality.
"Would you like a second chance?"
"Uh…"
"Yes. Very Good, now do you accept?"
"Accept what?"
The god gives the thief a long glance, an eyebrow raised in silence.
"Yes, I goddamned accept."
The god stares again, wondering why the goddess didn't judge him before she had dishonored his namesake.
"Good. It is done. May you succeed on your journey."
"What journey..?!?!"
But before the god answers, the thief has already began to fall into the great void of darkness.