Thank you all so very much for your warm support and good reviews thus far! I was incredibly shocked to see that someone had assumed that the last chapter was in actuallity the final chapter fo the story as a whole. I suppose that it was a convincing cliffhanger then!
It pains me greatly to admit this, but I am afraid that I may have to alter the rating to mature fairly soon. If this bothers you, please let me know so that I can consider changing my mind.
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When the pharaoh Atemu awoke, his arms were bound behind his head. Before him stretched an endless, bleak blackness. Chilly stone chilled his bare, creamy skin.
Where on God's Earth was he?
"Ohoho seems our little captive is awake!" Atemu felt a pulling at the edge of his cloths which moved upward. He tried to focus on the person beside him, and only got an image of a small child. The hands grasping his cloths felt childlike as well. A face loomed above him, and it was NOT a child! Instead, a horrible, crinkled thing stood over him. And it had had its nasty little withered hands on him!
"Wh-what do you want?!" Atemu demanded, pulling away as best as his bonds would allow.
"Master has sent me here to oversee your stay!" A horible peal of laughter followed. "Are you hungry my lord?"
"No," Atemu wimpered, his eyes glued to the awful little mosnter's face. "Just who commands you?"
"Many command me. I am a puppet for their pleasure. My command now, is to see to your upmost comfort while my Master travels here." He grinned widly.
Atemu scowled deeply and shuffled into a sitting postion. Oh, it ached terribly just to move...
"I would be most comfortable if you left!" he snapped.
"I cannot do that. I must be here to watch the little Phraoh until the Master arrives!" He scuttered around Atemu and began pulling at his cloths again. The sound of ripping cloth assulted Atemu's ears and he looked down to see the gossamer threads of the sheer dress he had worn for Seto ripping along it's delicaute stitching.
The little pharaph screeched and writhed as his body was exposed to the cold air of the stone room. Tears stung his eyes as he tried hsi very best to glower up at the leering thing.
"Stop it!" he commanded weakly.
"Master says little Pharoh cannot be wearing the trappings of a God!" The thing cried in horror.
Atemu winced and curled up. "What sort of person is your master that he demeans the pahraoh so?" he demaned.
"Master is the true God. You have been nothing but an imposter onthe throane!" The thing's claws sank into the tender flesh of Atemu's belly in anger.
"Stoooop!" Atemu screeched, kicking at the thing to no avail.
Just then, it was knocked away by a force from the side. In its place stood a young man whom Atemu could only describe as the color of fresh milk. His pale skin seemed to glow in the darkened room, contrasting sharply with his jet black hair.
Hair that looked so similar to his own.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Atemu screetched, terror overwhemlimg his whole being. The figure crouched before him, a low laugh comming from it. Atemu shrunk into the wall behind him, the sharp rocks cutting into his smooth backside. "Who are you?" He asked again "What do you want? Where is Seto?"
"I am the other you," the mysterious man said, delivering a kick to aTemu's huddled form. "Your twin. the damned one."
Atemu cried out when the mans foot hit his side. "Your lying! My father bore only one son!" He ejaculated tersely.
"That was what he wanted you to believe," the man sneered coldy. "We were born as a pair of twins. Just as your father and his brother, the bitter old man you call your uncle. Our father's court decided that we should be spereated in order to avoid a comflict over the throne. That seperation entailed tearing me from our mother's breast, slitting my throat and throwing me into the trash to die."
He pulled the neck of his shirt back, revealing a jagged scar across his ghostly pale throat, letting out a peel of twisted laughter.
"But I lived. Oh, I lived. Someoen saved me."
"That was what he wanted you to believe," the man sneered coldy. "We were born as a pair of twins. Just as your father and his brother, the bitter old man you call your uncle. Our father's court decided that we should be spereated in order to avoid a comflict over the throne. That seperation entailed tearing me from our mother's breast, slitting my throat and throwing me into the trash to die."
He pulled the neck of his shirt back, revealing a jagged scar across his ghostly pale throat, letting out a peel of twisted laughter.
"But I lived. Oh, I lived. Someoen saved me."
"My father wold never do that!" Atemu cried, struggling to sit up. "You...you can't be who you say. I would know. My father never kept anything from me!"
"He's kept mroe from you than you would ever believe, brotehr," the man sneered as he tore what remained of Atemu's clothes away. "And I'll prove it to you. I'll prove that we're one and the same by offering you up to my god."
"I...WHAT?" Atem screetched as his clothswere torn away. "How is that going to prove anything!?" He blinked back tears as he felt definatly helpless.
The man chuckled and gently caressed him. "Oh, it's simple," he purred, his fingers trailing ghostly touches all over Atemu's trembling form. "I will fill you with the essence of my god. Lost Brother of Set, the one whose followers saved me and made me into his vessel."
He ran a clawed finger over Atemu's belly, leaving a thin red line in its wake.
"If you're not of my blood, then you'll simply die in the process."
Atemu flinched, gasping as blood leeked from his belly. "How...how do you plan to do that?" Atemu was terrified, but if her could just get some information from this madman, than maybe he could think of a way to esscape!
"You'll have to wait to find out," the man purred, pressing a forceful kiss to Atemu's lips before sauntering out of the room.
"And don't think for a moment that our cousin will save you. He'd be killed within moments of entering my stronghold."
Atemu whimpered at the kiss, but his mind was really on Seto. He was so scared, and he just wanted to see his lover, to be held and kissed. What the hell was he going to do?
The door slammed.
It was dark, cold, and he was scared.
Dear god, what was he going to do, now?
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I must humbley ask you all to review, please. I need a bit of help in deciding just where I should take this next. :)