The Forgotten Ben's

by Vanitus Omnipotent

A series of tales involving the alternative Ben's that never made it into the spotlight. From good to evil, each one is a possible Ben with either their own omnitrix, different power set, or other possible scenarios that differentiate themselves from the other. So? Are you ready to learn about the possible Tennysons?

7. Chapter 7: TKBen

A giant golden book with a green hourglass symbol appeared from the empty space as it opened up its pages...again.

The Forgotten Ben's: Chapter seven, A Tale of Two Brothers, Alien Edition.

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-Anur System, Anur Khufos-

The red sky glistened with stars of purest purple as the towers of spiral granite rose from the desert itself, showing to the world a grand city of purple marble and obelisks of crystal, the splendor of the ancients, the realm of pharaohs and princes, heroes and vilians of a bygone era.

Within the glistening temple saw at the base of one of the many towers of granite, it's walls adorned with ancient hieroglyphics that predate all other languages in the universe.

The ancient images loomed in front of the viewer as they started to move on their own.

{Long ago, in the Age of Gods.} spoke a wise voice as the images began to form a vast ocean of sand and pillars. {When the first Pharaoh was young and strong, two brothers were born.}

The images slowly changed to show two figures, a tall thin figure composed of bandages, dark gold eyes, long bandages of dark red that went from the sides of his mask to his shoulders, golden lines in the gaps of his bandages, two long bandages that were dangling from his upper back that were tipped with purple stones at the ends, four fingers on each hand, wearing a dark gold mask that covered his face with a striking purple snake on the forehead and had pointed horns on the sides in the shape of a canine's ears, a long dark red cloth around the waist with golden borders on the sides which went down to his feet, a dark red collar with gold borders and several purple gems near the neck, and had golden cuffs on his feet and wrists, on the left side and a tall thin figure composed of bandages, dark silver eyes, long bandages of dark blue that went from the sides of his mask to his shoulders, silver lines in the gaps of his bandages, two long bandages that were dangling from his upper back that were tipped with purple stones at the ends, four fingers on each hand, wearing a dark gold mask that covered his face with a striking purple snake on the forehead, a long dark blue cloth around the waist with silver borders on the sides which went down to his feet, a dark blue collar with brown borders and several purple gems near the neck, and had golden cuffs on his feet and wrists, on the right side, both holding long purple staffs with a canine's head on the top.

{These were Ro and Iry-Ram, princes of the great pharaoh Hap-Ramse, both of physical perfection and wills as per the wishes of the gods.}

The left image moved towards a pillar as the right figure remained in place, the images forming a wide field of crystal as it was on a wheeled chariot driven by skeletal horses.

{However, the oldest brother was not like his father. Arrogant.} the voice said as the chariot rushed towards an emancipated feline with crystals for fur, the prince's back bandages rushing towards the animal before piercing its neck. {Prideful and reckless, caring not for his kin or his own life. The thrill of life sparked within his beating core, to hunt, drink, dine and love without restraint were Ro's gods.}

An image of the prince with several women on either side of his extended arms formed while a dark sun rose and sank behind them thirty times in an instant along with a purple moon.

{For many years, Prince Ro's path of debauchery would go unchecked, much to the dismay of his father, who sadly, past on to the Realm of the Gods once his time came, signaling the end of the Age of Gods, for even now the gods no longer walk on the desert soil as they did in time eternal.} the voice said while an image of Iry-Ram and Ro looking at each other appeared. {The princes, now without a guiding force to stay their hands from temptation, slowly drifted apart, for they were once close as the sun was to the moon, their actions defying who they would become, the oldest the troublemaker and the youngest the face of justice itself. Peace would seem to reign upon all of creation as Pharaoh Iry-Ram sat on the throne of Anur Khufos.}

The image of Ro, kneeling at the base of a throne, kept his head down as the body of a man, outstretched across the ground without a head, was at the feet of Iry-Ram, who glared at his brother.

{But this was not to be, for on the night of the coronation, Prince Ro was tried and found guilty of the sin of death, the first murder of our kind and the taboo warned by the merciful gods above to abhor over all things unnatural. For his crimes, he was banished from the palace and from all known cities, lest he were to corrupt the people with his taint.} the voice said as the figure of Ro rose up and began to walk over the sand, wind blowing against his face and bandages. {For many long moons he walked, never stopping, never resting lest the gods strike him down with lightning and flaming arrows. The wind breaking away his core like the spires which dot the world, eroding his flames of passion and arrogance.}

Images of the sun rose and fell over the desert as the figure's bandages began to peel away along with his clothes until only the golden trinkets remained, yet looked dulled along with the glowing lines under his bandages, only for a small village to appear on the right hand side of the temple walls.

{In time, the cracks of corruption would become apparent to the prince's eyes, for in his absence, his brother, under the grip of sloth and debauchery, would leave the affairs of his people to men striving for power and wealth. The people suffered and all Anur Khufos would teeter on the edge of ruin.} the voice said as images of broken buildings, tattered men and women, and the theft of purple crystals by spear wielding men moved across the walls, with Iry-Ram on a cushion of red silk, his eyes closed to these atrocities as a purple stained knife was lying on a table of gold. {For the source of all corruption that blights this land was the Pharaoh himself, for he cared not for the people or the gods that his father called family, but of the power and wealth of an entire world. Iry-Ram, in his madness, would see his brother as a threat to his idle life and ambition, thus staged the first death to make Ro a monster in the eyes of the people, not knowing that he himself was that monster.}

The figure of Ro, his lines now glowing a bright yellowish red, raised his arms into the air in anger and despair while the heavens seemed to mirror it through the creation of purple lightning.

{From this blasphemy against kin and god, Prince Ro's core became filled with justice and anger against his younger brother, vowing under the hail of a thunderstorm that he will never rest until his people were freed from Iry-Ram's tyranny.} the voice said as the image of Ro praying to the sky, now cleared and with a full moon in the horizon. {Thus, he would pray to the gods before he would make a declaration of war against his own kin, for the Will of the Gods can not be broken and one could not enter combat without the aid of the gods, his family. For many moons, he would pray for a sign from the gods, hoping they would give him the means to bring salvation to the oppressed world they left behind.}

The image of a falling star with a green symbol in the center fell from the sky and landed on the former prince himself.

{The gods answered his prayers with the most holy of weapons, the Palermo Container, a manifestation of freedom and hope, which bonded with the prince and changed him from a mortal.} the voice said as the image of Ro was enveloped in a green hue, only to reveal that Ro's bandages were now black as night, his shoulder length bandages were now light blue, the mask was now in the shape of a striking bird with dark purple eyes and was blue near the cranium, his clothes were now fixed with light blue colors and golden borders, with a green symbol on his left shoulder, as several cyclones appeared around the floating figure. {To a living god. Prince Ro ceased to be that night, in his place came the hero of legend, the warrior of freedom, the God of Wind, Iry-Hor-Aha.}

The cyclones rushed across the desert as the living god attacked armed soldiers and warriors without mercy, saving several chained or malnourished people in the process, as the cyclones moved towards the palace itself.

{With the blessing of the gods, Iry-Hor-Aha swept away the corruption of a thousand moons with the winds under his control. Armies fell to his might as the people began to rise up against the fallen pharaoh, causing the youngest to flee the ancestral home of the gods for his life.} the voice said as the image of Iry-Ram, running in fear from the wind itself, stumbled across the floating form of Iry-Hor-Aha and started to beg for his life. {When confronted with the living god Iry-Hor-Aha, Iry-Ram pleaded for mercy and to be allowed to live in exile.}

The image of Iry-Hor-Aha, narrowed his eyes and pointed at him before turning the finger to a deep cavernous pit full of purple spires and an air of foreboding.

{But the will of justice was stronger then kinship that day and Iry-Hor-Aha, with anger in his core and loathing at what his brother had become, would punish the first murderer by sending him to the Realm of the Dead, to rule over it for eternity and to be self chained to the very spires itself lest he flee from his torment.} The voice said as Iry-Ram fell into the pit and had his limbs pinned to the walls as the deceased, all tattered and broken from the world above, removed their purple cores and presented it to the fallen pharaoh, the very being laminating over his fate as they placed the cored within his exposed chest. {And so, the Realm of the Death gained it's eternal god, forever weighing the cores of the fallen with his own chest. If the cores were light or equal in size to the righteous deeds they had in life, their cores would be placed within the walls of Anur Khufos itself to be reborn as the cores of a new generation. If the cores were heavy with sin and death.}

An image of a purple core being placed within the chest of the fallen one, heavy and large as a boulder, caused the man to cry out in pain as the bandages were ripped apart and remade in an instant.

{The God of Death would be punished for their sins by having his bandages broken and repaired, the pain still felt for one who neglected all but his own needs, as the core would be destroyed from the impact and never again given to a newborn babe. Thus the cycle of life and death would be born.}

"But wise one!" said a small boy with brown eyes and had a small blue cloth around his waist as he sat around a group of other children, an elder man with long white robes and red lines and eyes, pointing to the images on the walls. "Whatever happened to Iry-Hor-Aha? Did he fix everything?"

The older man sighed with a lighthearted chuckle. "I am just getting to that young one. In the cycles afterwards, Iry-Hor-Aha would rebuild our broken world into a paragon of perfection, akin to the Realm of the Gods, but sadly like his father before him, he too would greet the gods like an old friend, surrounded by his loving wife Nitopatra and thirty children as his core exited his body and the Palermo Container would be stored within the Temple of Iry-Hor-Aha as a symbol of his power."

The children were at awe at this before the man beckoned the children away.

"Come now, the temple will soon be closed for prayers, you all have scribe lessons later."

As this occured, we notice that a hieroglyphic of Iry-Hor-Aha, who was sitting on a throne of gold overlooking the world, was being watched by a small figure.

This figure, who was five inches tall with gray skin, frog-like gills, bulbous light green eyes with rectangular black pupils and eyelids, four thin tendrils grow out of his lower jaw, two of them being longer and growing out of his upper jaw, wearing a green tunic with black sleeves, a black stripe running down his chest and abdomen, a black belt surrounding his waist, silver platings on the neck, shoulders wrists, legs and feet, whose toes were exposed as a result, looked at the image with stroking his 'beard'. "Really, to think my omnimatrix would drastically change the culture of an entire species in just a few million years. But at least something good went out of it, for once."

The figure walked away as the image seemed to look at the being, as if saying 'thank you', although it might be something else entirely.

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Name/Designation Title: Pharaoh Ro/Iry-Hor-Aha (Thep Khufan Ben- TKBen)

Age: 18,000,000 years old (90,000,000,000 years old upon death)

Affiliation: Good

Dimension: 110988- 09 TKB10

Trix/Abilities: the abilities and physiology of a Thep Khufan, omnitrix (broken/incomplete), the power of a Cyclone Khufan or Horus Thep Khufan, aerokinesis.

Aliens used: the use of a Cyclone Khufan/Horus Thep Khufan but nothing else.

Bio: Within this particular dimension, the being known as Ro or in future generations, Iry-Hor-Aha, was an ancient and long lived pharaoh of the planet Anur Khufos, who ruled for a billion years before his death from old age. His legend however was more than a simple fairytale to the Thep Khufan race, but historical accounts from a bygone era. Born as an elite member of his species and the first born child of the ruler of Anur Khufos, this being was cocky and arrogant for most of his life until the day his brother, Iry-Ram, banished him to the desert for the crime of murder, which never occured at all. For many centuries he walked the deserts of his homeworld, his pride and vanity being eroded away like sand as a new humble personality emerged, one that watched as his people were mistreated by his brother's neglect and excess. Over time he would dream of obtaining power to save his people and bring his brother to justice, and so prayed to the gods for salvation, which was at the exact time when Myaxx accidentally ejected the still incomplete omnitrix onto the planet, destroying all it's DNA but becomes bonded with Ro, changing his very essence into a more powerful variant, the Cyclone Khufan or a Horus Thep Khufan to outsiders. From this object, called the Palermo Container by later generations, he would fight against his corrupted brother and later rule Anur Khufos as pharaoh.