Delicacies of Despair

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story from The Mummy (1999) except for my OCs.

Terms to Know

Akh: The aspect of a human soul that could mingle with the Gods. Only the worthy and good made it there.

Ba: Bird-headed entity of the human soul that could travel between life, death, and other realms. One example was reincarnation.

Duat: The Ancient Egyptian Underworld.

Ka: Spiritual life force of a person.

Kemet: Ancient Egyptian name for the land of Egypt. 'Egypt' is the Greek name. Kemet is the real name.

Sekhmet: Lion-Headed Goddess of War, Protection, Healing, and Chaos.

Set(h): God of Chaos, the Desert, Sandstorms, and Tricksters.

Solar Barque: The golden boat of the God Ra. He sailed the solar barque around the Duat at night and passed through the twelve hours of the night.

**WARNING CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!**

"What is written on the brow will inevitably be seen by the eye."
~Ancient Egyptian Proverb

The rest of the night passed in a whirlwind. Seti had been nothing by gracious and kind to her after his declaration. It left her breathless. After she had danced for him, Seti doted on her hand and foot. Bringing forth loads of wine and beer, he allowed her to feed upon the finest bread and pastries she had ever seen. Ancksunamun had never tasted such decadence before. It felt forbidden. The alcohol is definitely more strong than usual. Her head was drunk with all of the delicacies bestowed upon her.

Seti wined and dined her into the wee hours of the night, and the lightening of the night sky began to brighten the room. Most of the other royals and scribes had left already. It left her, Seti, Imhotep, and a handful of other servants and advisors around the table.

Seti kissed her hand, his obsidian eyes holding hers. Nauseous, she did her best to maintain his eye contact. Why, oh, why couldn't it have been the kind golden eyes of the man sitting next to her instead?

"Anck Sun Amun,' Seti said, petting her hand. "Would you do me the honor of joining me in my chambers?"

Loathing filled her, and she swallowed down the bile in her throat. "Yes, My Lord. It would be an honor." Safiya's words of warning reverberated in her skull, "You must sell yourself to the Pharaoh if this plan is going to work!"

"Splendid! Yes…" Seti sat back in his chair, his large stomach pooling on his lap. "I wish for you to freshen up and grab your things from your own chambers. Imhotep!" Seti said, his voice thundering.

Ancksunamun flinched and did not look in Imhotep's direction again as she held the Pharaoh's gaze.

"I would like you to escort this lovely young lady to her chambers and bring her back to me. Have her freshened up before sunrise. We have things to consummate." Seti growled the last words as he held her eyes.

"As you wish," Imhotep said, his face devoid of emotion. Ancksunamun snuck glances at his handsome face but did not linger. He appeared passive to this man, though his aura radiated with his own primal power. Why does he hold back?

Without warning, the Pharaoh grasped her face and left a wet kiss on her lips. "I will see you later tonight, my jewel." Seti clapped his hands, and servants rushed from the wings of the room to carry his chair. Blowing her an air kiss, he was hoisted into the air.

Not having ample time to react, she forced herself not to wipe away the sloppiness of his kiss from her face. Smiling up at him, she replied. "Thank you, my Pharaoh. I wait for you in excitement." Bile filled her throat, and fear began to override her senses.

"Good. I will be waiting for you in anticipation," the Pharaoh smirked as he was whisked from the room, all his servants piling out behind him.

Ancksunamun wanted nothing more than to pack her bags and run. Far away from the land of Kemet. Even the desert is better than this…her mind was a drunken mess of fear, hatred, and longing for home.

Feeling a warm hand on her shoulder, Ancksunamun jumped.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

Golden eyes filled her vision, and as she looked up at Imhotep, she felt warmth between her thighs. This is not the time or place…

"Hello," she squeaked.

"Hello," his deep voice responded.

They stared at one another. The sun met the moon. The power of his aura was breathtaking. She felt safe in his presence. The alcohol flooded her veins, and the walls around her heart continued to fall.

"Let me help you," he said, his voice soft. Grasping her hand, he helped her to stand.

"Thank you…" she responded breathlessly. There it was! That feeling of him…perplexed, she reached out to stroke his face. Tracing the air before him, she looked into his soul, saw how he bared it for her and felt more alive than ever.

He is so beautiful…snapping out of it, she remembered her place. "Thank you." She said again with some decorum, stepping back away from him. He is the Vizier. The High Priest. Ancksunamun! This is his job! It means nothing!

At war with herself, her thoughts felt mangled. Reaching out to tuck hair behind her ear, he met her eyes again.

"It is okay. You are safe here."

Ancksunamun melted into his touch, but she wasn't so sure. She felt as if the walls had eyes.

Imhotep sighed. "Let us take a walk in the gardens. I wish to speak with you."

The garden he spoke of was one Ancksunamun had never seen before. It was hidden within the Palace, near where they had been dining. Imhotep had not spoken since they had gone outside, and it was making her nervous. The crisp air flowed into her lungs, clearing her stuffy head.

Clear pools of water trickled nearby, bringing a celestial feeling to the place. Lotus floated on the surface as large fish swam beneath the blooms. Frogs croaked nearby, splashing into the water here and there. Rubbing her hands on her arms for warmth, she shivered. She felt a large cloak envelope her as Imhotep set his robe on her shoulders. Wrapping it around herself, she smiled at him.

"Thank you….Lord Imhotep," she said, peering at him through her lashes. Being this close to him made her feel strange. Like she was walking on air and fire at the same time. His spiced skin wafted on the breeze, an intoxicant of kyphi and juniper berries. It swirled around her, and she had to shake her head to dispel its power over her.

"It is nothing…Ancksunamun…" he replied, his tongue wrapping around her name like a lover. It sent shivers down her spine each time he uttered her name.

She shivered, despite the warmth of his robes. He walked beside her, his chest bare and toned in the night air. Leather cords wrapped around his biceps. They were tied tight around his muscles, staying in place. She glanced at his loincloth and balked at the sheer size of the Anubis head on his crotch. It certainly draws your eyes to it, doesn't it?

Swallowing, she looked away, not wanting to stare. It was giving her thoughts she wasn't sure she should be having. A heat grew in her abdomen, and she felt a fluttering in her sides as she snuck a peak at his hands. She recalled her dream…how he had flitted them over her body…Except now I belong to the Pharaoh. That thought caused her to sober up quicker than anything else.

She stopped walking as horror filled her entire being. I have to lay with him tonight! Beginning to shake, she felt her sanity slipping away. Her dreams of running through the fields of Merimde and lazing on the banks of the Nile were long gone. Home was where her heart was, not here, in this city of death. The ground beneath her feet faded from view; nothing felt tangible anymore. A gentle hand touched her back, and her swirling thoughts halted. All that mattered at that moment was the warmth of Imhotep's hand on her shoulder. The comfort seeped into her very bones. Such a simple gesture caused tears to well up in her eyes, and she felt her feet begin to move again.

"Forgive me…" she whispered. "I am fine." Brushing away furious tears, she sniffled and smiled at him, her jaw shaking.

A firm hand stopped her, and her hand prickled at the contact. Looking up at him with tear-heavy eyes, she almost lost control of her emotions.

"You are not fine…I am sorry, Ancksunamun. I wish…." Imhotep stopped talking, his words a jumbled mess. Ancksunamun looked at him from the corner of her eyes. "I am sorry…" he finally sighed as he stopped walking. The pads of his fingers touched her cheek and wiped away her tears.

Leaning into his touch, the wine and beer in her still had control over her reactions. I know he is the right hand of my enemy…but why does his touch feel so right? Closing her eyes, she allowed him to soothe her tears, if only for a moment.

Eyes snapping open, she stepped away from him. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Ancksunamun asked, suspicious. I can't allow myself to have these feelings for him.

Imhotep stood in the middle of the walkway. The sounds of crickets chirped all around them as she awaited his answer.

"I do not know for certain…" he started and stopped. Rubbing the back of his bald head, he looked up at the stars. "All I know is that you are important to me."

Ancksunamun balked at his answer. "Me? We hardly know one another!." You know him better than any other man…her brain reminded her. The fluttering in her sides started again, and she pushed it down.

"I know we don't know one another…but there is something more there. I am certain you feel it, too," he said, his golden eyes piercing hers.

Anger gripped her at his casual tone with her. Here stood the man that was the devil's right hand, and he was so forward with her. She was but a servant to his master. If anything, he should be spitting on her and telling her to kiss his feet. And I would gladly do it too. Her own thought process enraged her further. Turning away from him, taking a trail in the garden that led to a thicket. She could hear his soft footsteps behind her.

"Why would you want to protect one of Seti's whores?" Ancksunamun said without turning around.

Imhotep placed his hand on her shoulder. Turning around, her eyes blazing with frustrated tears. Her whole world was falling apart. He stood before her, his face earnest.

"Ancksunamun…you are not a whore."

Looking away, she looked to the garden walls, flanked by the Palace. It was already a prison. "Yes….I am. Or I will be. It is what I am reduced to. A whore to her King," she spat the last word.

Grabbing her hand, he forced her to look at him. "No, you are not! You are worth more than that!"

Imhotep held her there, his dark eyes holding hers. The strength of his grip on her was the only thing tethering her to reality. His eyes searched hers, his face a mask of anger. She had never seen him look this way before. Normally, he was calm and collected. This scared her.

"What do you mean by that?" Ancksunamun looked up at him, her own eyes hardening. She pulled her hands away and thrust them at her sides. Her mind was spinning. She thrust the pendant Safiya had given her away from her. It was useless anyways.

His dark eyes connected with hers again, and she felt her breath whoosh out of her. Time stopped. The anger and fear dissipated. All of it halted at that moment. There was only him and his beautiful eyes. His beautiful everything…she thought, almost biting her lip. Her feet stopped their forward trek in the garden, and she stared at him as she had done countless times before.

The coming light of morning lit up the sky. It refracted off of his golden eyes, making them sparkle in the hazy darkness. She stared at him, her mouth open. An inexplicable pull in her abdomen drew her feet to him, and she found herself standing a mere foot from him. They gazed at one another, and she fell under his spell.

Imhotep inhaled and looked away, his eyes trained on the ground. She followed his train of sight to the pendant of Sekhmet. His hands grabbed her shoulders, and he looked into her eyes. The way he looked at her made her feel tiny amongst the stars.

He did not speak. His pouty lips parted as if he wanted to, and her eyes were drawn there.

"You are everything to me," Imhotep said, enunciating each word as his eyes bore into hers.

"How can I be everything to you?" Ancksunamun was beginning to feel strange. The man from her dreams and the man in her reality were beginning to merge and become one. Being near him felt intoxicating and dangerous all at once. Her eyes dropped to the figure of Sehkmet once more and then back to his eyes. Pulling away from him, she remembered Safiya's words, "She is the protector of women! Carry her with you always," and she turned to grab it. Anything to dispel the tension she felt.

Graceful in his movements, he stopped her and picked up her chipped figurine from the ground. Placing it in her hands, he stared down at it and turned her around. Lifting up her hair from the nape of her neck, his fingertips graced her pulse point. Ancksunamun shivered. Tying the pendant around her neck, he turned her to face him again.

"You…Ancksunamun, are a Goddess amongst men…." Imhotep said, his hand reaching up to grasp her cheek. Relaxing her face into her hand, she felt safe. "And you do not deserve this. I wish I could take you away from here…" Imhotep said, his voice low. He held her there for a few moments before pulling away.

Looking deep into her eyes, they brimmed with emotions she didn't even know human beings could have. It consumed her, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him at that moment. Her own emotions were pulsating at the seams. The urge to fall into his arms was all that she could focus on. The thought of running away dissipated, and she felt his spell lulling her in. Closing her eyes against the warmth of his palm, she sighed and nuzzled his hand.

Imhotep pulled away and brushed back a stray hair from her face. His eyes searched the palace walls behind her, "I will do my best to protect you…but it is not safe here. I wish we could continue this discussion…but we must hurry. The Pharaoh does not like to be kept waiting." His eyes honed in on something behind them, and he turned to walk once more.

"Do not worry. I will find a way out of this," he said, barely audible, not looking in her direction. His eyes were closed off once more. Cold. Unfeeling. A wall between them.

The shock of his demeanor change made reality crash down around her. Fear filled her once more. She had no time to process the hurt his coldness caused her. I cannot become so caught up in this faux romance. This isn't real! I am an owned woman now! A slave. And my freedom was indeed sighed away with a kiss…to the wrong man.

Following Imhotep back into the Palace to her chambers, her mind spun. How and why would Imnhotep get her out of this? And why did she trust him?

Ancksunamun felt a lump in her throat as the Priest escorted her to the Pharaoh's chambers. He had barely spoken to her since they had left the gardens. With each step they took closer to her fate, the more stoic he became until he was a wall of stone. His eyes were dark, unnatural, and closed off. It frightened her. For in the garden, he had been so sincere, kind, and gentle with her. She had wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms and to run away together. But, as always, she noticed Imhotep was performing a job. He did not care for her the same way she cared for him, despite his flowery words.

Her heart pounded in her throat, and her skin felt hot. Though she had bathed in her chambers, her skin felt feverish, as if she was coming down with something. Her head was moving a mile a minute as she watched the toned calves of the man before her. She hardly paid any attention to where they had been walking. All of a sudden, they stopped before a gauzy curtain. She had never seen this side of the Palace before.

A green gauzy curtain fell to the floor, flecked with strands of gold and silver. It moved with the light breeze coming from the balcony behind her. She swallowed. Behind that curtain, behind those doors, was the man who was to defile her. The man who she hated more than anyone in the world.

Oddly enough, there was no Medjai outside of the Pharaoh's rooms. They found themselves alone. The giant golden doors were shut, leaving them a moment to breathe.

Imhotep stopped walking, his back to her. Her feet stopped their forward movement as well. She felt as if she was to be sick any moment, the alcohol, fear, and hatred churning inside her. Eyes unfocused, she watched the green curtain sway in the breeze. She wondered how many women had gone in there only to disappear. I hope my parents appreciate this, she thought, tears filling her eyes.

A soft hand brushed away the tears on her cheeks, and she looked up to see Imhotep staring at her, his eyes warm once again. How does he do that? It infuriates me. He is so confusing…

"Ancksunamun…" Imhotep said, his voice low. "Do not despair." His golden eyes filled her vision as she looked up at him, her heart wide open.

She nodded and closed her eyes, relishing the calming warmth of his skin. He pulled away, and her eyes snapped open to reality. The hazy glow of the Pharaoh's Palace met her, and Imhotep's eyes were hard again.

"Now…we must go inside," he said, his eyes steady. Turning, he swept aside the curtain and opened the golden doors. Ancksunamun swallowed down her fear. This was it. This was the end of her freedom.

The smells of the Pharaoh's room greeted her. The smell of stale frankincense filled her nostrils, choking her. Coughing at its aroma, she looked around the room. It was dark, the windows cloaked off with heavy curtains. Plates of food and clothes littered the living space.

Giggling came from the darkness, and Ancksunamuns eyes focused on a pile of naked women in the corner. Their long dark hair and heavy lashes made them all appear the same. Heavy-breasted and big-bottomed, they sat in a pile, whispering and giggling. Crossing her arms over her chest, she followed Imhotep's heel like a punished dog. Everything in this room screamed for her to get out.

The only light within the room was a few candles near the large golden bed. Ancksuanmuns eyes widened. She had never seen such a large bed in all her years. Silks and tapestries flowed like water atop the structure. The bed itself was shaped like a golden ship. Like the solar barque of Ra, of course, how pompous can he be?

In the middle of the bed lay Seti. Not covered by anything, he sat there proud, a sick smile on his face. It made her skin crawl.

"Anck Sun Amun…" Seti said, touching himself without abandon. "You come to me in this… ensemble…you must remove it. Show your Pharaoh what it is he desires…." Seti said, his eyes heavy.

She swallowed, the alcohol in her stomach making it hard to keep calm. Walking toward him, she looked above him, through him. Anything to avoid looking at the man she hated. Imhotep shifted next to her, his calf brushing her leg. The feeling of his skin on hers brought her back down to earth. She looked at him for a split second; her eyes were wide and terrified. Was he going to leave her here? Squeaking, she made to speak, to beg him to take her away from here. But Imhotep only looked at her coldly before leaving the room in a whoosh of air.

She looked after him. Of course! He had delivered on his promise. He had given Seti his new plaything. His new toy. I'm Seti's new whore. That's all Lord Imhotep was. A delivery boy. Pain encircled her heart as she looked after him before horror dawned on her. Her attention was snapped back to the present moment.

Seti lay there smiling on the bed, still playing with himself. "Anck Sun Amun. The kiss you left me with earlier excites me about what is to come. Come here, my jewel…."

Ancksunamun did not move. Her feet felt frozen to the ground. Seti's eyes squinted, and he came forward in a flash of movement. Grabbing at the neck of her dress, he pulled her forcefully down onto him. There was a ripping sound, and she fell onto his chest with an "Oof!" as the air rushed from her lungs.

Seti wasted no time taking what he wanted. He put his mouth on hers, sticking his tongue deep in her mouth, choking her. It was a mess of lips and teeth. It almost blinded her. Closing her eyes and going limp, she allowed him to do as he pleased. It was no use fighting against it, not here, not tonight. Not after what Imhotep had promised her in the garden. But did she know he would keep good on his promise? Her heart beat in her chest, her thoughts anywhere but where she was. Seti began to fondle her breasts and make his way down to her nether regions when she pushed away from him. No! She would not go so easy.

Her hair was a wild mass of waves, snarled and tangled as it dried from her bath. The beautiful dress Safiya had lent her was in tatters and hung from her frame. Ancksunamun glared at him, the hatred coming off her in waves. How dare this man who had stolen from her people, left her parents destitute and abused his own kingdom touch her? Her body was her own, and she did not want him to touch it. It made her feel violently ill each time he had.

Holding the amulet of Sehkemt on her chest, she heaved for breath. Though she scoffed in the face of religion, she prayed to Sehkemt, asking her for protection. Lady of the sand, please protect me. Fill me with your strength, for I will need it. Closing her eyes, images of her parents, siblings, Kesi, and Safiya filled her. All the hatred she had ever felt for this man filled her, leaving her bereft of her true self.

"No," Ancksunamun said, her eyes holding his gaze. "Pick any other girl but me. You have plenty to choose from. But you will not touch me!" Ancksunamun snarled, pointing to the pile of girls on the other side of the room. They stayed silent.

"No? You think you have a choice in this?" Seti said, the joviality gone from his face. "Listen to me…my Jewel…" he smiled. "You will do as I say from now on. You will not backtalk me. I rule here…and everywhere you see. You will submit to me, willingly or not," his eyes were callous.

Ancksunamun set her jaw straight. "I will not willingly submit to you. Not tonight. Not ever."

Seti growled a low inhuman sound. "We'll see about that."

Imhotep found himself outside of the Pharaoh's chambers. His stoic eyes did not convey the torment he felt inside. Witnessing this woman, whom he had grown to care for, go inside to meet her fate. Self-loathing and hatred filled him as he abandoned her at the foot of the Pharaoh's bed. Imhotep was nothing but a coward.

A coward who had done innumerable things in his life that he knew his soul would suffer for. He was a man with no spine. A man who could not stand up to a demon. He was no worse than the worms that crawled in the dirt.

Looking back into Ancksunamuns eyes, he almost wept. Her messy hair was now wet and dripping with clean water. It hung around her face in long tresses, obscuring her scared eyes from view. She wore a simple blue dress, a peasants dress that made her appear more innocent. The whole scene made his self-hatred boil in his gut.

Seti sat sprawled on the bed, nothing covering him. He sat erect, waiting for his unwilling prey. Imhotep had seen it numerous times before, but tonight was worse than any other night.

"Anck Sun Amun…" Seti purred, stroking himself. "You come to me in this… ensemble…you must remove it. Show your Pharaoh what it is he desires…."

Imhotep swallowed down his rage. His hands were shaking with the need to do something. But there was nothing he could do. Looking into Ancksunamuns wide eyes, he saw something that hadn't been there before, a look of pure terror. He couldn't look at her for long; his shame was insurmountable. The hatred for his own cowardice threatened to consume him. Imhotep swallowed down his tears of anger and pulled his eyes away. Nodding at Seti, he fled from the room, his robes swirling behind him. They still smelled faintly of Ancksunamuns' sweet scent, which further pained him.

She was a Goddess in peasants' clothes. A woman who wanted nothing more than to survive the hell she found herself in. Imhotep wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and steal her away from there. He had never felt this way about any of Seti's concubines before. A concubine…Oh, Gods! The thought struck him, its implications hitting him. She was to become a shell of her former self. He had seen it before. His heart cried in agony.

Reaching his own chambers, he spun around, not wanting anything to do with himself. He needed to escape, to be anywhere than here. His father lay deep in slumber in bed, and Imhotep did not want to wake him. But the anger within him was too intense. He could not stay here.

Spinning around in a flash of robes, he stalked from the room. Running from his own thoughts. He found himself at the foot of Osiris. Looking up at his God, he sneered.

"You are here to protect those of your kingdom. This is how you do it?" He yelled. The power of his anger reverberated around him in the sacred space. Hitting down on the feet of his patron, he felt the stone crack, and he slid to the ground, his hand gushing with blood. He hardly felt the pain.

Thoughts of failure and contempt ran through his head. There is nothing I can do. But there must be something….The blood mingled with the stone and left behind small sparkles of light.

As the blood merged with that of Osiris', Imhotep began to feel his anger increase in strength. As he stood up, he was hit with the thought of what was occurring at that very moment. Tears sprang from his eyes, and he slid down the wall, not wanting the thoughts to continue. But they came again and again.

The Duat~

Osiris looked up from the scrolls he had been reading, his glasses sliding down his green nose. Rolling up the piece of ancient paper, he felt strange. There was a feeling deep in his gut. It was a feeling he had not felt for some time. Not since he had died anyways.

Musing about what it could be, he replaced the scroll on the shelf and shuffled around. He was not looking for anything in particular. The feeling grew in power, and Osiris felt shaky.

"That's strange…is it time for a rejuvenation?" Osiris said aloud. He would begin to feel run down after a few months of constant work, but this deviated from the normal.

He hobbled over for a cup of tea, wanting to feel the normal human aspects of himself. This was good. He only ever felt fantastic. The rare moments of humanness he still felt allowed him to feel closer to the people of Kemet. It was why he believed he was such a fair ruler here in the Netherworld.

As the tea soothed his aging throat, he thought for a moment. The feeling had started in his toes and was moving up his body. From his toes to his heart, and there it stayed. His ancient decayed heart sputtered to life. The feeling of blood pumping through his veins coursed through him. He felt like a young man again.

Almost running to the mirror on the other side of the room, Osiris looked back in shock at the visage before him. Dropping his teacup on the floor, it spilled all over the white rug, staining it red. In the mirror stood the likeness of one of his most loyal subjects. Osiris stared at himself. Perplexed, he stared at his lively face. Running his hands over the smooth skin, he marveled at the uncanny nature of this development.

"What was in that tea?" Osiris wondered. "Shafra!"

A small minion came into the room, panting at the exertion. Stopping in his tracks, the small servant stared wide-eyed but said nothing.

"Shafra…what was in this tea?"

Shafra blinked, his tiny eyes wide with wonder. "Um…it is only blackberry, my Liege. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Hmmmm….thank you," Osiris said, waving off the small man. "You have done an excellent job. You may go."

The servant bowed and scurried from the room, not looking back. Osiris turned around and stared at himself in the mirror again. This had never happened before. He wasn't sure if this was a joke or not.

Picking his way over the spilled tea, he was lost in thought. Walking over to his library of scrolls, he searched through them. He was looking for one in particular. Pulling it from its dusty home, he blew it off and sat in his chair, feeling the bones move beneath his skin. It was an odd sensation, one he was not sure he enjoyed.

Unraveling the ancient papyrus, Osiris peered down at the text.

"The blood of the sacrificial shall flood your bones.
It shall become one with you and rejuvenate you once more.
It will fill your ka,
revive your ba,
and leave you connected.
As one.
This, too, shall pass,
for once the transformation is complete,
you shall be forever connected,
a piece of you inside one another,
Ka, ba, and akh forever united.
The undead.
The undying.
The savior of grace to be forever within your bones."

Osiris crumpled to papyrus as he finished reading and paled. This was not good. Something about this made him uneasy. His follower was one of utmost faith, of great piety. He was not one to make such careless mistakes.

Standing back up, Osiris reached for his scepter and swirled it around himself. He transformed himself back to what he once was. Gone was the flesh of the living, replaced with that of the decayed. He felt more at home in his body. But his heart still pumped with blood. It worried him. He and this man were now forever connected, forever as one.

Leaving the crumpled papyrus on the table, Osiris wandered off to find his wife. He wanted her opinion on this. After all, her specialty was magic. He was sure she would know what to do.

As Osiris left the room, the papyrus began to shake, uncrumpling itself into its natural shape. In blood red, words seeped from the papyrus, hidden from Osiris' sight.

"Once the ritual is completed,
one may not live without the other.
If one dies, the other goes with it.
Their souls are inseparable,
they are to become extinguished
and forever lost to the powers of the mighty Seth."

Laughter filled the room, and the papyrus imploded in a puff of black smoke. Forever sealing the fate of its inhabitants.

A/N: Thank you for all of the kudos/likes! They mean the absolute world to me and really do keep me going!

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