While the humans worked their fingers to the bone in what seemed, to them at least, to be a fruitless endeavour, broken only by sparks of hope that were soon extinguished on closer view, the Gods were also working.
Atum pored over his writings and observations, untouched and unread for centuries, jotting down the old formulas and calculations he needed to bring his powers back to the forefront and instil in his possessions.
The ingredients made him cringe. The herbs and insects were not known in this country and some were thought to be extinct.
"They will not be," he muttered, reaching for his pipe and pressing down the piquant mix of tobacco. "Only hidden and cultivating in the hands of one who appreciates their glory."
He moved across to the bookcase where a domed crystal sat beside old and new books, the soft blue hue constantly glowing and crafting a strange light from its polished surface. Even the dus
Shu was both pleased and relieved that the statue had been discovered, along with one of the amulets. But he shook his head when Marie offered it."No, I shall take the statue but keep the amulet, it is important but your safety is paramount. If need be, it can be used as a bargaining chip." He looked sorrowful, brushing a ringlet of her hair that whispered over her cheek. "You saw how it worked before. I will keep my hopes that it will not be necessary, but it is there.""Thank you," Marie nodded solemnly, slipping the piece into the folds of her cardigan. "I hope not too, but I'm fast learning that hoping doesn't give you anything."She swallowed, wanting to ask about Isaac but feared any answer. She wanted to ask about what the Gods were planning, but the same applied, fear tied a tourniquet about her vocal cords.Outside, a small group of the risen damned hammered at the door, not phased when spl
'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