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

There were some gods in Ancient Egypt that had rivalries with eachother. Like fire and water there were gods that clashed into conflict because of their given tasks, mindsets and even just because of their natural element. The sole presence of the primordial darkness sparked a fire in Khepri's mind that ignited into a natural readiness for war. There was no need to explain the sheer difference in between him and the beast, light and darkness were directly in conflict with eachother, the darkness only consuming and depraving what it wanted whereas the light brought order, warmth and life into the world. He had always allowed gods to walk amongst his people, gods that would be no harm to others, that helped others find their way or ease their suffering. Their time was a time of discomfort and savageness but it was Khepri that brought order, al be it forced upon others he was to ensure that they had a place to be. A mark in history, a role in life. But others sought naught but to devour, deprave and destroy that order. Kuk. The very name brought resentment to the gods of order. Have you not done enough to spite me woman ?! The now familiar voice for Naari sounded once more from behind the wall. As if stepping through a waterfall, Khepri seemed to step through the stone wall into the room that he had confined Naari into. Upon seeing her master in the state he was in, the servant quickly scattered to the side of the room, knees hitting the floor as her face plumited against the ground. Golden energy emitted in a round shape around him as if to symbolize the sun. The room lit up to show no shred of darkness as the god seemed to make sure not a shred of Kuk's influence was there. And there he stood, the towering figure of a god, a spear of pure gold in one hand, decorated to the tiniest detail as unnatural as it was. The golden energy that came from his body wrapped around it to form what seemed to be transparent armor. His eyes latched upon Naari and his hand clutched the spear even more. He could sense the foul nature of the beast and it made the feelings of anger only burst. Have you lost your mind woman ? Do you have no will to live ? No sense in danger ?! Do you know what thing does to mere mortals that summon him ... He is what I fight, What I hate. Khepri seemed no less angry as he was disappointed in the woman, he understood her rebellion, her natural calling to go back home but he had done naught but attempt in giving her comfort where most gods would have thrown her into a closed room to stay in for eternity along with the rest of the women or men that god shared their beds with. The spear from the god's hands slowly dissapeared into energy, the simulated sun of energy flowed away as Khepri seemed to be calm. But maybe it was something else that drew away his powers, his eyes no longer had anger written in them and his body was relaxed. There is no gain for you to meddle with darkness. It only brings pain and regret. His footsteps were slow and small as he made his way over to Naari. His once brutal movements and arrogant way of talking had vanished. He knew not how to save this womzn. He had given her life where others would have perished, he had given her a place next to him and yet she was deterent of it. His movement was as slow as the water and were designated to be as soft. His arms were gently opened as he approached her, he was indeed kind and had a weak side to him. He attempted to hug her, to gently put her against his chest to feel his gentle warmth. Failed or succeeded he would just say The dark does not give, it only takes.