'Be wary. For my favour to you cannot be made evident. I shall treat you no differently within the sight and ear of others. The envy of mortals is a perilous path that one should fear to tread.'
Am-Heh would be cautious they were not seen together often. Aware of the challenges of observation. Despite their better knowledge, the humans earthly moral code was still engrained, strict and stern. And his status in their eyes, as one of the more ruthless deities, could not be wounded.
Any show of softness on his part could be seen as weakness.
And it would make life harder for Ishaq. Something he shouldn't care about, but did.
He needn't have spoken. Ishaq was aware of the learned bias of others, as well as the catty envy that spurred them to peer for any fault or sense of favouritism that could be jumped upon, making everyone's day a misery.
Bowing low, Ishaq backed from the room. The war
Ishaq couldn't air a scream as the beast crawled onto the stone tablet towards him. His voice had fled. His eyes riveted on the crude dagger held in the hirsute fist."You reek of purity," Babi leered, droplets of salvia dripping from his chin in anticipation. "And you have the added delight of being favoured and adored. It makes for a delicacy like no other."He leapt with ease, landing akimbo over Ishaq's form. The light from the failing lamp casting a ghastly flicker over his grotesque features and distorting them all the more.Ishaq could barely breathe, knowing it was soon to cease altogether. His head fell back, compelled by some unseen force, making his neck as weak as the stems that held the floral crowns in the fields.He stared at the darkness swelling above him, hoping beyond hope that this was a cruel dream he could suddenly awaken from."I yield my wrath against He that destro
Zuberi kept a low profile when he returned, working quietly with only an iota of acid spat at anyone who dared push a conversation.It lessened any suspicion that would have occurred had he simply gone about duties with no complaint. He knew his reputation.The butler had decided to play a safer game, rather than questioning directly. There was scant chance of finding truth under interrogation and even though his method took more time, it was safer than running the risk of warning and rumour spreading.Those who served the Gods were not always pious, and the worst was easy to bring out.Despondency had begun to settle on him as the days passed and nothing had been discovered. In fact, he had just started to admit defeat. The palace had taken on the feeling of a tomb of the living, the occupations moving uneasily and mindlessly about their duties whilst their master bore out his hours in fits of dejection or wicked ire.T
The sky yawned wide across the gardens, unlimited in its blackness, both comforting and menacing. Once, it had held some solace to Zuberi, able to lose himself in its infinity as he counted and admired the winking stars.This evening the purple patchwork did little to quell his rising anxiety, it simply reminded him of bruised skin, beaten and blackened for grievous sin.The emerald grass was soft under his feet, giving the feel of walking on crafted velvet. Tiny blooms peeked out from the blades, attracting strange insects that went on to pollinate the food of the Gods.Around him, grand trees curved, forming a bower over the gravel path he was ignoring. Between them, exotic plants stood proud, emitting a perfume like no other.Even in his haven of beauty, he felt the unsettling sensation of someone watching him from nearby by. Turning around he was only slightly relieved to see Mandisa, her canny eyes watching from the hood o
Like the sky above in the mortal realm, the atmosphere within the palace walls was thunderous. A brewing storm raging in the silence.Sitting alone in her prayer corner, Mandisa trembled. There was a coldness circulating and every person she had come across that day had retreated to their quarters.No work had been accomplished that day, all hands had been idle or clasping in their laps. None could place the discontent that gained ground every second, but all were waiting for it to flourish and ignite.She wrapped her haik about her shoulders, whispering prayers under her breath but couldn't shake the fear of the rising tempest that she knew was about to strike.At one minute past midnight, it broke. A monsoon of blood and terror.The walls became stained with scarlet, flesh clung to every surface, torn from the bones of even the most innocent. Not one living being was spared the wrath.
"Here, your first taste of reward."Harrison held his hand out, staring as a shimmering coin was dropped into it. The engraving sang of age, even if the surface was pristine.He turned it over slowly, feeling his henchmen lean over to get a better look.The warehouse echoed with back word, enhancing the aura of power, and one almost feared the heavy iron girders that supported the ramshackle roof would give if disturbed even more.In the corner Aiden sat, watching silently and shrinkingly. His only move was to stoke a small, controlled fire he had kindled to give some light to the dark and some consolation to his own soul. It offered little warmth but much smoke that he watched curl up and twist out the gaps above.His leg still smarted if he moved too much and he couldn't help but wonder why he was even being kept alive, except to suffer.The glimmer of gold caught his attention, wanin
A thin mist trickled from the sickly scented fluid that burned in vial. Its odour was a merge of death and life, crafting sensations of unease and uncertainty.It was a wise smell. Knowing more than it would ever give away, even when created by the great God himself.Atum watched with baited breath, knitting his fingers together as it wisped about the old map, dipping and tripping as it searched.Slowly and surely, it began to settle over an area, on closer inspection Atum saw it was an old churchyard just outside the outskirts of the city."I should have known," he muttered irritably "blasted grave robbers never had any care or respect. The curses that befell them were fitting, albeit perhaps rather too lenient when one considers the damage they did." He unconsciously ground his teeth, stopping only when his jaw began to ache. "Have they no respect for the dead or their resting place?"He gave a sigh and s
Am-Heh's presence was being felt all over the globe, and none felt it more than Isaac who watched the earth below in the strange reflection of the mirrored panel and waited with baited breath for the God's return.It was with both fear and eagerness that he waited to see that bright doorway appear and open, all those memories awake and illuminated in his mind. He needed to speak, open the others soul and tear free the memories that were linked with his own.Only then, he truly believed, would the air be cleared and perhaps, with every God's blessing, the world could be restored to what passed as normal.He clutched the amulet hanging about his neck, feeling the warmth throb from within. It was disconcerting to think that his own blood and flesh had been responsible for its creation."The key to the past and the future," he muttered as he got to his feet to catch a soft breeze that had started to flow through the w
Aiden looked on in repulsion as the black dog lunged forward and seized the ungainly corpse in its maws. Thick blood spilled over the ground and all life was shaken from it. Hurling the limp remains to the ground, the beast tore what meat it could, rejecting much of it, too rancid even for his stomach. The smell of rotten meat filled the near vicinity, making Aiden heave, bile burning his already dry throat and making the nausea worse. He couldn't deny the attack worked. The approaching dead stopped in their tracks, looking hungrily at Aiden but making no further movement. Their eyes, if indeed they had them, flitted to the scattered flesh, ready to clear it up once the pair had passed. "Thanks," Aiden muttered, keeping close as he limped along. "Dunno if you can understand, but seems like I should thank you." The dog cast a sideways look at him but made no sign of hearing the gratitude in his voice