Hope you like; and understand. I'll clarify who the historical figures are in a later chapter, if you don't already know. Again... thanks.
The giant waited patiently for the Croft girl; having felt Caligula die.
When she, the blind man and the poor Nishimora girl finally emerged from the house, he walked calmly towards her; what could they do? What could they possibly say that would stop him? He smiled as he felt the familiar tickling of his innards as SHE tried to once again vaporize him internaly... cute. How about you 'seer'? Want to talk your way into my head? Change my mind? There was nothing ANY of them could say. The blind fool trembled, then shook as if about to explode... odd. He reached out for the girl... then stopped dead.
He was right; nothing THEY could say would've stopped him... so HE did. The one voice even father could never top... the one that fell silent three millennia ago.
"And yet you refused Agamemnon when he sought to ravage Helen."
He understood the words even if they didn't, spoken in a dead tongue by a blind deaf man who looked as if he was convulsing. He dropped to his knees, and sobbed. The others rushed away. The blind man strode up to him, touching his face gently, "There YOU are. All these years you'd call out to me... and all these years I wanted to call to you, to beg you to stop being a good dog; and bring my Achilles back."
He kept his eyes closed, "You died because I failed to obey..."
"I died for the one I love... you. The man who told that bloated pig before his entire army to fuck himself. The thing that was best in you... not killing, but valuing honor over victory; virtue over valor. THAT man; who though he enjoyed the pleasures of women in my absence, as did I in yours... as you often pointed out the most combly before you'd depart - you pimp - never abused them after the conquest of their cities, and loved no other soul but me."
"Never..."
"I wanted to humiliate Hector, send him scurrying back behind his walls, win favor, get near that bloated sack of puss... and run him through. That ring on your finger killed me, when I wore it to that fight. The means to my immortality... killed me. HE killed me... to keep you obedient. HE has kept me from reaching out to you; He doesn't control this seer... reminds me of that beggar in Crete."
The giant smiled, and gasped out his breath, "I wanted to die for so long... even then. So I slaughted Hector, then let his love struck, doomed brother believe he killed me... lay in flames, felt the anguish but felt the loss of you more... ALWAYS. I... I..."
The seer took the myth by the hand, "NEVER lost me," and squeeed it gently, "I lost you... till now." Marty shook his head, "If you guys are saying what I think you are... erm... congratulations on your reunion... just a bit warning... you might rip me in half by accident."
Achilles grinned as Marty shook again, "JUST like that beggar," he said in the language only his love would know.
"Less accomodating, " Marty answered in the same tongue, "Remember, my one, I will always be here... always."
Marty coughed as his control returned to him, "I would like a little heads up when he does that again. Tell him... please?"
The giant pulled the ring from his finger, and placed it on the stoop next to Marty, "I will tell him right now... if this was no trick. If it was..." he walked away, and waited as he closed his eyes, muttering in the same tongue as before.
Marty suddenly burst out laughing; but it almost made him vomit, "WARNING. It means warning!Not..." the blind deaf man shouted.
The giant handed the ring to the seer, "You know what to do," he sighed, "I have no chance against father. He can't kill me... but I can't kill him either... THEY protect him. He gave me that ring to give my beloved... now I know why. Volcanus finds you boring; rejoice. SEE what you can about his favorite pet. You have given me ALL I could ever want: the unretrievable. Tell HER I am her man for bringing you to me. HIS armies will fall. Once the nymph blesses her, and her babe moves within her, SHE will call me from within... THEN we make father tremble."
Marty smiled, even as the ring began to burn his palm; he closed his fist around the ring. Darkness - as always - then... clarity.
Time loosened it's reigns...
THEBES - TEMPLE OF KARNAK - 3300 HUNDRED YEARS AGO
He was Kem. A servant to the god, hearer of unspeakable things to hear.
A single lamp burns in this great, caverness hall; but no enlightenment. They are inviting chaos in... how fitting for them they dwell in darkness equal to their thoughts; in a place as vast and empty as their ambitions. He will have no part in it! If he could get outside, he didn't care if they killed him... the boy would live. His Ka would dwell in paradise.
Shadows... moved... laughed. I WILL stop this!
Where was the guard? WHERE WAS THE LAST GATE? How was he not there yet!? 'MADNESS!'
The image of his god loomed above him as he tasted the night air. 'He is ten years old! HELP HIM!'
He reached the pool, saw the young prince approach alone, opened his mouth... darkness.
'Where is your justice you gods!? Where is your mercy!? Why allow such thoughts in the hearts of those who serve you?'
He regained consciousness just as the man he assumed knocked him out dragged him from the cart. He feigned unconsciousness til he could grab the fools dagger, then slashed his right Achilles tendon; this ones torment had only begun, as well as his own.
He lightened his heart by cutting this ones out. A warm red glow issued from his victim's linen shift: a ruby, in the shape of a serpent's eye... the Eye of Set. It glowed, cooled his skin, whispered into his mind, 'you cannot stop what is ment to be. The boy resides in paradise beyond description as his innocent soul had earned, never to know pain or fear again; cry for the fools who sought his end... and yourself; I grant you immortality, to retain your unending guilt. YOU could have killed them had you stayed hidden... saved him. Appease me with the souls of those who slew him, and I will let you have some respite. Stare not into water."
They had assumed him dead, thought their plan had worked... till the younger brother came to the throne.
He had laughed when the once supreme god of all the gods had his temple shuttered... followed by all the others who had done nothing that night.
He had found the conspiritors, both hidden in their rat infested halls, and with an almost godlike ability to influence, talked them into the western dessert. He covered up his lice infested beard and hair, never shaving either ever again as he had daily in his service to a fraud he would never name again, but fixed them with his hellfire eyes. "Call YOUR CHOICE for pharaoh 'heretic' again, it amuses me... coming from the two of you."
They stood stunned as he pulled back his hood, "You? YOU told him!?"
He grinned, "Frightening as this truth is... NO. This 'madness' is divine, but not from your 'gods' but the true GOD. IT saw you. IT allowed you to choose to damn yourselves; took him to a place of unending light and joy life might have denied him. WE need not concern ourselves with this this paradise... EVER. It did this to bring about HIS reign... as you SO PERFECTLY planned; then brought about IT'S presence upon this earth through him. THIS king will perish, this divine madness will end. But try as your kind will to snuff out their names, their blood line, their faith... fools. You are too late. They will run, hide, instruct the others you cast out of this land in hatred. This death of the first born son of pharaoh will spell the end of these gods. As for you... WALK."
So they had, with him following, right into the red land of the Sahara, and did not stop till they reached the Atlantic.
THEY were little more than skeletons wrapped in flesh, amazed that they still lived, and wished they hadn't.
HE was never healthier.
They turned to face him, "How?"
He grinned,"The true God bestows life, light and love. MINE, bestows sufffering. Try to die, try to earn peace you parasites! PRAY to your god! BEG HIS ! No? perhaps if you had souls to bargain with my master might consider making you a deal. But why carry such baggage as you two? You have a hunk of shiny metal to serve." He closed his fists. They snapped in half like dry twigs, then again, and again. The ruby glowed. Their cries died down the further he walked away.
His new master whispered to him as it collected it's due, instructed him on how to create greater 'gods' than those these maniacs had served, whispered of a land THEY would soak in blood, wrap in mystery and legend...
Just as the images faded, HIS master shared a. final image, the boy: the long auburn sidelock, the golden brown skin, those golden brown eyes. Something overwhelming in the features, familiar, VERY familiar. Too bad he was blind...
"MARTY? Come on!" Lara shouted.
...
Somewhere, HE screamed.