Thread: An Artifact, A Girl, and a God. |Lagerthas x BlackTalon|

Egypt. What time it was is unknown to this day, a time where the religion and gods of Ancient Egypt were not believed to be imagination but were a full fledged fact. Gods walked amongst men. Well ... not exactly amongst them. They lived in their temples, were provided with ample workforce and a harem to please themselves with whenever they saw fit. They had been given the world's luxury and gave faith and confidence in return to kings and men alike. All who sought their favor and gave them either devotion, coin or desires in the flesh were rewarded with the God's favor. It was a tattoo that gave them the favor of the god, a sign for others to know that they were devoted and served that god. It was a shallow, corruptable time and yet it was a simple time, a time where Gods ruled above Pharaoh, Pharaoh ruled above man and man ruled above scum. All was laid down in simple knowable laws and those laws were to be followed or one would be sentenced to death, slavery or prostitution. The law was simple and straight forward. One does not go against the will of gods, one does not doubt a king's orders and one does not deny their destiny nor work. It was those laws that kept society as it was back then. Those born in slavery were kept in slavery, those born in wealth were to remain wealthy. That was how the core of the society had been built and worked around. A temple built at the banks of The Nile, A Temple that took many land from the furtile banks of the Nile. Slaves worked the fertile plots of land on the banks of the Nile all the whilst guards watched them work and controlled their movements to the plot of land. There was no fear in a rebellion at all, there was only the guaranteed security of the guards that were there. Guards who were equipped with Khopesh and wooden shields that was built in the shape of an archway, clad in white silken mandresses that wore down to below the waist, until they reached below the knee and then stopped, woven sandals on their feet provided with the comfort of feetprotection but nothing more was worn by them. They were simple and yet very well trained. They were after all temple guards and needed to be skilled. Their resolve never fainted and they never backed down from any fight that was brought to them born, bred and trained to do the sole thing in their life and that was to protect the temple they were assigned to. The Temple of Khepri. The temple of The God that was most revered to by people. That was most devoted towards and the most demanded of. The god that controlled the movement of the sun, rebirth and creation. He was the one that even gods revered to as the one to please. Khepri, a god who was known for being arrogant, cocky and selfish. A god who was in little touch with his human side. A side that controlled emotions and showed compation, something that Khepri barely showed to others as he had coldened himself from humans when he had lost the one he had loved to the corrupting touch of Seth, he who held chaos in his palms and manipulated it at command. He had stolen Khepri's wife only to banish her from his grasp, hidden in the chaos that is Seth's mind. Khepri was a fair god even if he hadn't the emotions and sympathy he had at the start of his rule over rebirth. His job was his true cause and he would never let bias destroy what was his proud work. He hadn't the realm of chaos like Seth but he had the choice to rebirth people into lesser or better lives than the one they had on judgment what they had done. It was a job that he did all the time, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was always busy with judging the ones who passed the gates of death, to be spent an eternity in The Abyss, to be rebirthed as a lesser being, a human or a wealthy person or even a demi-god. It depended on what he thought of the person. He was the one who held the key to the doors that were rebirth or regret for the rest of their afterlife or next life. What was a weird shaped rock for Naari was once the amulet that Khepri held around his neck. A thick golden chain decorated with expensive jewels in all colours and with a spherical glass container that held the once beautiful rock in the form of an eye, painted with his hieroglyph onto it. It was a sign of pride and every god had their own hieroglyph to show off their own symbol. When Naari touched the hieroglyph in her timezone, Khepri felt her connection with it. Her touch formed a bond between the two, for Naari it was nothing but a lush warmth through her body but for Khepri it was a bond of thoughts, a bond of minds and a bond of times for the moment that they touched atleast. Her thoughs lingered after the touch, as if it was a faint hush inside of his mind. And it wasn't soon after before her cries reached his mind. 'Help ... I'm going to die ... I'm going to die ...' Khepri had been bathing in The Nile when he received his cry for help and just as Naari passed out, her soul became vibrant to him, a vision appeared infront of him and he could do nothing else but reach out his hand. As he pulled the vision from the water, Naari appeared from underneath the magical water of The Nile. It was famed for performing miracles but now it had created more than a miracle. Naari was bleeding from her head and was unconcious. So with slow movements, Khepri took the small frame into his muscular arms, stood up in his naked pure shape and walked over to his Temple. Without any hesitation he walked past his own guards who didn't even question his intention or movement. He had rescued the beautiful woman from certain death, but how was she going to respond. How was she going to repay him her debt that she now definetly owed him. He laid her down on the bed that he slept in, which was where he would invite his women from the harem to spend the night with him. Without any thought after it, his hands slipped off her wet clothing from her body as his hands swerved over her silken soft skin, his roughened hands having a very slight scrape over her body, he had worked in the past. He had worked to become what he was right now. And now he was observing the little miracle he had pulled from the water of The Nile, dressed in weird clothing. He had questions for her and she would no doubt have questions for him.