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

As tears, anger and hate filled Naari's mind, all Khepri could do was understand. She came from a time where religion was something far different than it was in his era of time. Gods were nowhere to be seen and humanity was left to fend for their own. Humanity which was the pest of the earth and was as poisonous for earth as for themselves. Khepri had witnessed himself how humans fought amongst eachother and battled to become of a higher standing than others, even stepping over their fellow comrads to achieve riches which were as platonic as life itself was. He knew beter than anyone else how humans lived their lives and he could only imagine the strains that she had gone through. The pain and sorrow she had to endure, it was all painted onto Naari's face as she started to cry as he approached her. Her bottled up feelings that swam to the surface only to torment her mind once more. He did not want her to feel this way but she had no other possible way. His arms caught hold of her and pulled her against his gentle warmth, he had a gentle side and he was showing it to her at that given moment. An embrace that acted as a blanket, a blanket where she could crawl under and release what she bottled up. Tears flooded her face and anger was as vibrant as ever as her memories flood her mind. She punched him over and over as she yelled at him how darkness had made her feel numb where as divinity in her time period had not given her anything. No comfort, no support nor any redemption for her past. There was nothing for her to escape to, nothing that salved the wounds that were her past. Khepri did not budge under her repeated pounds to his chest and her uncontrollable pain. He did not speak nor hold her tighter, his arms just supported the poor woman who had nowhere to go, nothing to believe in. He felt how she weakened below him, her breathing slowed and she just supported against him. Without a word Khepri walked her to the edge of the bath, only to sit down and put her onto his lap, acting as a warmth for her to hold. Khepri sought only to comfort her. He moved his hand ever go gentle to her face, the gentle warmth emitting from it as it trailed over her cheeks to wipe away the tears of pain. I was never able to give you anything. I am not here to tell you otherwise. he cleared his throat gently. I lost everything to darkness. he said without any hesitation or any interruption I was not given this path, I was not created in this path. I was chosen for this path. I once was a human, a man with no voice. A man with two hands and a family. Until my beloved demanded the gods that we deserved a better life. Until she yelled to the heavens that we deserved peace of mind. Until darkness came from below and devoured what I loved. Ra chose me in pity. Ra chose me in revenge to whom took my family away from me. Ra fought against darkness. Against Kuk. Khepri did not cry nor sniff or sigh. It was as he had lingered on his past many a times. His heart coldened by the thoughts that ran through his mind. His mind that now acted out of pure instinct. His hand guided Naari's face towards his. Emotions are not bad to have nor show. If you store them away they will only rot the heart and fester the mind. His arms now pulled her up against him completely until their naked bodies collided with warmth. Release that constraint. To feel is to live. he said before he attempted to plant his lips onto hers whilst his hands slid lower to push her lower waist against his.