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Chapter 2

Alexander Rupert O'Connell was about to cry his eyes out; never had he ever had been in such a situation. No matter how horrible his enemies were; no matter how close to death he came; no matter what he faced; nothing came close to what he was experiencing at this very moment.

His mother tried her best to comfort him and make sure he didn't fall in depression; his father was doing his best not to show his anger to his son. In way he was furious towards his son, his anger was entirely directed towards the son-of-a bitch who cursed his son; but, if he let his anger show, this could only make things harder for everyone. He needed to let his anger free once he was away from anyone and simply shoot the hell out of some poor tree.

-Alex, sweetie! Please, eat something! It's not good for you or for… you know? Said the archaeologist with apprehension to her son.

-I'm not hungry, mom! I just want to sleep… moaned the blond as he pulled his covers over his head.

The mother said nothing; knowing full well that Alex wouldn't open up to her today. He was as stubborn as his father was and even if he felt like talking, what could she say to comfort him? It's not like there was a book on how to react to such things. Surprisingly, Jonathan had been helpful as ever in the past two weeks; always making sure to take care of Evelyn's meetings and obligations; keeping Rick from going berserk by always providing enough targets and bullets to keep himself from going crazy. He always showed compassion and always gave his nephew his space; knowing when he needed it. It was very out of character for him, but both Evelyn and Rick figured it was his way of dealing with the situation. Which was even more out of character since he usually drinks and gamble in stressful situation; but being this was directly touching his nephew, so things were a bit different…

Evelyn left her son by himself; as she was about to leave to room, she could not resist to steal one last glance at the form of her son. Her heart broke in pieces as she saw her son pull himself into a foetal position; as if trying to protect himself from something only he could see and feel. She felt helpless and as if she had failed her duty as a mother.

Evelyn O'Connell left her son and made her way down to the solarium to cry her eyes out. The one good thing about being the only woman in a man filled house was that she had the solarium all to herself; for men did not like gardening at all in this family. She sat down onto the closest couch and let her tears of tiredness, of pain, of inadequacy, of doubts, of sadness… She felt as if it was her fault that her son was in this current state; if her husband and her had not chosen the path of the adventurers, their little boy wouldn't have been cursed like this.

She didn't see her husband entering the solarium as she was lost in her own sadness; Rick walked to his wife and took her in his arms. Evelyn didn't fight it; it was exactly what she needed. After taking care of her son and his depression, she needed to be comforted and her husband was the person for this task; in reward, she comforted him. It was how they worked, Rick was Evelyn's rock and vice versa.

-Rick, do you think Alex's cruse is somewhat our fault? Asked Evelyn as she buried her face into her husband's chest.

-Evelyn, honey! I don't know… I do think that if we had chosen calmer profession; Alex would never have been cursed, but… We would never have met, never have fallen in love and we never would have our son! Besides, we tried our best to give a calmer life for him, but being that we our son possesses both our stubbornness and desire of freedom and discovers the world… Even if we busted his kneecaps to prevent him from running around the world, he would find a way to run through a pyramid with an army of un-dead mummies running after him! We have our part in his curse, but the real culprit is Apaec! Said the adventurer as he placed a gentle kiss upon his wife's head.

-Rick is right, Evy! It's that crazed cult master's fault! This is the risks you adventurers must encounter every day! Agreed Jonathan as he came into the solarium with a plate of pastries and two cups of tea and one of coffee.

Once more, the O'Connell couple thanked the English, usually bumbling and stupid, man; Jonathan showed once more his helpful side, something that the couple could never got used to… But it was nice!

-Do we have an idea on how to get… rid of the curse? Treaded carefully Jonathan, not wanting to cause more pain or trouble.

-I… I… have absolutely no idea! We could always use a few spells … said Evelyn, weary and unsure.

-Besides, it's all about Alex and his decision! If he decides to keep it; then we can't do anything about it other than support him. Said Rick as he took a sip of his coffee.

The two British siblings dropped their tea cups and looked at the American as if a second head grew upon his shoulder; when had Richard O'Connell became so tolerant and didn't try to force his son to get rid of his curse? This was even stranger than the youngest of the family's curse; had he been possessed or cursed as well? Surprisingly, not!

Rick simply though that there was nothing to do about their son's condition if he wanted to keep his curse; they had to accept it! It was his life and really, it was a hard and very serious decision that would affect the rest of his life! If they chose for him and it went against his conscious; they could lose their own child. They almost lost him a few weeks ago; why do exactly what would push him away? Why break his already fragile mind set? Evelyn and Jonathan had to agree with the American, to their upmost surprise; their son needed their help and their support, no matter what.

-Say, do we even know who the father is? I mean you don't create a child with just one parent! Asked Jonathan, confused. He does have a say in this whole matter!

-Oh, hell no! From what Apaec told us, it's an old enemy of ours! We can't just raise an old mummy or god knows what just to have his opinion about a baby that our son may not even want to keep! We'll wait to find what Alex wants; then we will see what we do! Said Rick with authority; he was putting his foot down.

Everyone agreed; it wasn't like they had a better idea or could do anything else. As much as Rick was being stubborn, he made sense; what right do they have to make their son's life choices for him?

In the Underworld…

Imhotep sat on the verge of a cliff that overlooked a valley of dead souls walking aimlessly and a lake of heated lava where scorpion-like creatures devoured the souls of those who were foolish enough to believe they could swim to the other shore where lay a green field of grass and beautiful flowers, calling to the poor foolish souls who believed they could reach it. So basically, Imhotep was in hell and his thoughts kept coming back to that moment when the cult master took over his mind…

What had he done to this young man? He knew he had had sexual intercourse with him; he just prayed the gods knew that it wasn't his fault! He was forced to rape the man and therefor he was just as much a victim… Oh, who the hell was he kidding? He raped the O'Connell's son and if he hadn't been so cocky and more alert, none of this would have happened! How did the young man react to this? Probably, horribly! How else could he react to the fact he had been raped while he was unconscious? And if the spell did work, bearing the child of his arch-nemesis?

Imhotep sighed in defeat; there was no use to ask himself questions that he would never receive. He rose to his feet and dragged his feet towards the cave he now called home; it was a small opening in the mountain that he had to fight tooth and nails everyday (or what is considered days in this never ending hell) in order to cover himself from the falling, flaming rocks that giants through that the poor unfortunate souls below. He shared this cave with the Chinese emperor that told him so much about Alexander O'Connell. He wasn't a complicated roommate (or cavemate, in this instance) to live with; in fact, Imhotep loved his brilliant mind and his fighting skills, and he was very fun to speak with.

At that moment, the Asian sorcerer wasn't "home"; probably off spending his nerves upon some poor soul to vent his anger at his defeat and his imprisonment. Which was just as good; he liked the guy, but after a while, there was just so much complaining a mummy could withstand!

Imhotep sat upon a flat rock and sighed as his thoughts brought him back to Alexander O'Connell; he remembered his golden hair; his fair white skin, cut by slightly clearer scars; his thin, red lips; high cheekbones; well defined abdomens, biceps, thighs and his lovely round and firm bottom. He was a beautiful man; Pharaohs would have taken him as their concubine. Seti I sure as hell would not have spat upon him; providing that Alexander was a bit younger, almost 14 years of old…

Without wanting it, his member was now standing proud before him; Imhotep groaned in frustration. Seriously, now of all times! The Gods must be having the times of their immortal lives at his misery; he couldn't blame them. He had broken all of their laws; cheated death; brought back curses and plagues upon mankind; and killed, tortured and, most recently, raped a young man. This was his hell; fantasying upon his enemy and the very man he raped without ever the chance of seeing him again. His remorse and his guilt and his desire were his punishment; especially, that now he knew he was going to have a child that he would never in a million years see, let alone take in his arms…

-If only I could at the very least apologize and give you my side of the story… whispered the priest with guilt.

-Maybe I could answer your wish; priest… whispered a high pitch and screeching voice into the priest's ear. All you have to do is to make sure to marry the mother of your child within six full moons… If you are not able to do so; then your soul will be pull back into the deepest pits of hell…

-Picarath? What in Horus's name are you doing here? Do not tell me another cult master is calling me forth? Cried Imhotep, on the verge of desperation. The last thing he wanted was to rape another young man or do something as horrible. And, what kind of pact is this?

-The mother of your child wants you by his side; he recited the spell to re-awake you… The Gods are willing to send you back; however, they need proof that you will not use this chance to cause chaos upon the mortal world… Therefore, they send me to fetch you and give you this pact; if you were to refuse, you will stay here and nothing will change… said the spirit to his old comrade.

Picarath had been the spirit that took him from the underworld and into his body when he was resurrected during the Amh Shere fiasco, and once more, when the cult master called him forth. The spirit had quite the childish streak in him; he always loved creeping upon people and whisper in his sinister voice into the ears of his victims. It annoyed the hell out of the priest; but the spirit was always willing to keep company to the priest and the emperor. He enjoyed the two defeated sorcerers and enjoyed pulling pranks upon them.

-I could… I could hold my child… I could have a chance; a second chance… I'll take it! Said the immortal priest, quickly rising up from his spot.

-You will have to seduce him and have him agree to marry you! Do not forget this! Reminded Picarath with a serious tone; this was very important and the priest had to understand this perfectly before going back.

-You do not need to tell me this; I am fully aware and more than willing to! Now send me back to the mortal realm, so I may claim my bride… demanded Imhotep as he smiled for the first time in long, long time.