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

Lagertha

Lagertha

Devilishly Wicked
Joined
Apr 27, 2014
Location
Conneticut
Everything had always boiled down to the singular moment of deciding on one thing or another. It was life or death, or it had always been such a thing. Moments like this, under water, stuck in a car, Naari wondered how she had gotten to this point. Stuck in a car, belt digging into her side as she tried desperately to hold to her breath. It was like everything leading up to this flashed before her eyes as she scrambled.

It had been a dusty August day. The sky had been colored with greys, pinks, blues, oranges even though it had been the middle of the day. Naari had been five at that moment in time, holding a red ball in her little pale hands in her pink frilly dress. Half her hair had been up, the other portion of her hair had been burned off from a nasty fire a few days prior. She still had the burns on her arms, her legs, but she stood there holding the ball tightly between her hands. She watched people scurry back and forth on the dirt road, screaming and hollering. Some were happy, some agitated, some sad, some in love, some lonely, but there she stood watching it all. Especially her mother, the last time she had seen her. She had been carrying a bad, nothing but skin and bones, her grandparents behind her mother. She remembered the woman bending down, hugging her limply as she cried. It was only after years later did her grandparents tell her why her mother had left. Cancer.

September came around, Naari was now twelve. It was dark outside, and she was dancing in the rain laughing, alone. She knew how her grandparents hated when she did this, but to her it felt like a re-birthing process, washing away all her sadness. It never mattered if she cried or not, the way her hair turned so dark it looked back from the wet rain. She remembered being dressed in baggy boys clothing, where she had bandaged down her chest and butt to look more like a boy. Her hair had even been cropped off military style. Naari had wanted to be at twelve. She had thought, perhaps her mother would return from death had she been a boy. Perhaps her father wouldn't be shooting heroin into his arm if she had been a boy. Perhaps life would have been simpler if she had been a boy, and she had hoped the water would re-birth her into the boy she had so wanted to be.

January struck into her mind, a cool summer day in Australia. An elder man to her right, an elder woman to her right laughing and joking with drinks in their hands. Her grandparents. She remembered the cruise ship, looking over the ocean for the first time in her life at seventeen. She had let her hair grow out then, her clothes still bagged slightly, but she was no longer wearing boys clothing. This had been after a conversation with her grandparents about her parents, about why her mother had really left, about why her father would never come home, about how the world worked. Naari had remembered every emotion from the time she was twelve, when she had wanted to be a boy and she remembered the screaming match she had conversed with her grandparents over the whole thing. Everything had ended at this point. Naari wearing some bland girl clothes her grandmother had used to wear and tailored to her to make her more comfortable. Her brown hair only stopped at her shoulders, but her grandparents had wanted her to see the world after the conversation. Not hate herself for her father's addiction, not hate herself for not being able to be with her mother during her last moments. "Naari, isn't the ocean beautiful?" She remembered her grandmother's sweet voice chirping in her ear making her smile as she had looked at the ocean. She had nodded her head, green eyes gazing at the waves behind her long lashes. "Someday, you'll see more beautiful things than you can ever imagine. Someday you feel as perfect as you really are." Her grandmother had smiled, toothy and lovingly. Naari had stared at her, unsure why she had been so unphased to stare at her at that moment, but now it all made sense.
It was still January, and Naari was still seventeen, but she remembered the seen all too clearly. End of the month before it flashed to February, before they were out of the dreaded month. They had banked in Australia, but not for the reason they had hoped. She remembered the cold hospital room, the tubes, the blinking, the sounds, the bleach scent. She remembered herself leaning over the bed grasping the hand on the bed as she cried, wailing. She remembered her grandfather behind her, leaning against the door as he watched her, crying himself. Her real mother had died in a hospital from cancer, and her grandmother had suffered a terrible stroke on the cruise. She couldn't remember the days before the series of strokes, but she had remembered the scene of them looking at the ocean, and now this one. Her grandmother slipping into a coma, unresponsive. Nothing she could do, nothing anyone could do but wait.
March came around in the flashes of memories. Naari had turned eighteen that month, and they were still there in Australia. Naari had refused to go back home, to Scotland, and her grandfather had agreed. So they had stayed there, waiting for her grandmother to get better. It never came. Naari could remember herself swaying, black heels, black clothing. The whole thing felt unrealistic. Months before her grandmother had seemed to be fine, perfectly fine. Happy they had known why Naari had felt the way she did, and now? Now her grandmother was lifeless in a casket in front of her. The doctors had found the tumor too late, even though they thought they had fixed the cause of her strokes in her coma, they had only agitated the problem. They had missed the true cause and this was the aftermath. Death. Naari remembered the way her grandfather fell to his knees, screaming, crying in agony. She remembered the whole blurry scene, and she remembered the phrase she couldn't help repeating the whole time. "This isn't real. This isn't happening."
November was in her mind now. Naari remembered this, she was nineteen. She was relaxing with friends, silent, drinking. She didn't know what else to do with her life. She had passed school, and college wasn't what it seemed anymore. Her grandfather was no longer the same, and Naari herself had changed. Still, she remembered sitting outside on her deck looking at the stars in the sky. One of her friends was laughing, barfing, before her grandfather came out with a friend. He had always had good friends, but they were over more so then they had been growing up. They were trying to help the two of them with the cooping, so Naari never found it weird anymore. Not even when her grandfather would come out with her friends and smoke some weed. Still, he came out, a few of his friends with him. They pulled up chairs, and they all had drinks. They laughed, they joked, and then the conversations began. She wasn't really sure how it had began, but she remembered it ending with her grandfather's friend offering her a place to live and an internship under him. Archeology. Naari had refused at first, it wasn't the first time he had asked since her grandmother's passing, but the man was persistant. "It would be good for you Naari." She remembered her grandfather speaking, a little drunk, but honestly. That small phrase had made Naari contemplate going along, before her grandfather had finally sighed and said, "It'll be good for us both. I don't want you to waste your life watching out for me. Your mother wouldn't want it, and your grandmother would turn over in her grave if I kept you." That was all Naari had needed to hear.

October came into Naari's view. She remembered this, the day of the accident. She had moved here to Egypt, after a year of traveling with the professor to other places on minimal tasks it had brought her here. She had been so excited, until she had seem the boxes piling up in her new one bedroom apartment. Naari had found herself tying up her long hair, wearing a white tank top over a black Victoria secrete bra, rose colored high waist pants. Naari had grunted, thankful when everyone had left before she had grabbed her car keys, a car her grandfather's friend Luckus had given her. The man had been nothing but generous to her, since he had known her mother, and her grandmother before they had both passed. Naari had gone outside, getting into her turquoise jeep as she shuffled through the things in her back seat. She still had things piled up in her car from the excavations earlier in the week before she had gotten her apartment and things. She remembered the box half open that one of Luckus colleague had given her, a tall tanned man named Rox, long dreads, and a killer smile. Naari had noted he was only thirty, never married, and the two had hit it off flirting. Still she went through the box, scrolls were hanging out, some tools, and a weird shaped rock at the bottom. Naari had looked at it, pulling it out to examine it. A hieroglyph on it, the paint looked beautifully in tact and she jumped. Realizing that the hieroglyph had been placed in the box on accident. She had thought it had just been that, and she remembered closing the back and hoping in her car to drive down the dirt streets leaving her new apartment behind.

Traffic had always been atrocious no matter where she went, but going to the site near the Nile was more so horrible. Naari continued to drive, getting closer to the bridge over the Nile. She needed to cross to go the excavation site to return the box with the hieroglyph, and she needed to be there anyways to get her mind off the whole moving fact. She was thankful when the traffic started moving, only to find herself in something she hadn't expected. The cars in front of her crashed, colliding into the opposite lane, and Naari found herself on the edge of the bridge near the river. A car from her right came towards her, ready to crash into her in full speed. "Fuck!" Naari remembered shrieking as the car next to her flipped over before shoving into her car. She jerked the wheel to the left, to try to avoid the collision, only to find her foot on the gas. Her car shoved forward, going through the railing as the turned over car, and the head on collision shoved into her side. The forced pushed Naari's car over the edge, through the railing. She grabbed onto her wheel, her belt, as he car tilted forward. She shrieked in fear as the jeep rolled off the bridge. Naari closed her eyes as she screamed, the water coming closer as she banged her head and passed out.

That had been this moment, her eyes open now, air still barely in the car. Her wind shield was busted, water had been pouring in for quite some time. Naari had pulled up her head, blood was on the steering wheel, and dripped down her face into the blood. Her hands shook as she looked around, the front of her car totaled, fish flying around and...nothing but water. "Fuck..F-fuck!" Naari screamed, water was at her waist, climbing quickly up to her breasts. It wouldn't have taken more than a few minutes for the water to fill the entire car. She scrambled, trying to undo her seat belt, that held her firmly in place. She tried to pull it out of the jack, but no use. To make matters worse, her windshield in the back busted through, and Naari tried to squirm around only to find her right leg was unresponsive. Naari looked down, her side of the car had folded in, trapping her right leg between metal. She hadn't even noticed the impact of the other car had caused damage to hers when she was falling, just that she was falling into the Nile.

The water picked up, as Naari tried scrambling to find a way out. Lights blinked, noises buzzing through her ear were drowned out by the flow of water coming into the car as Naari panicked. The water was under her chin now. Naari tilted her head back, big breathe as she inhaled, eyes open as she went under the water. She shoved her side into the door, hands on the latch twisting it to get it open. No use. Naari shoved her head back up for air as she hyperventilated. She had only been under water for a few seconds, but it was almost to the ceiling of the car. Soon, Naari would be out of air, trapped in her jeep, and drown. "I'm going to die..I'm going to die..this isn't real.." Naari cried as she took another deep breath, submerging her in her watery tomb as the car filed up. Still she fought, trying to figure out how to get out of the car. Naari eyes caught glimpse of the object. A simple one, a small one out of place in her car, floating to her left. Naari turned her hair, long brown hair that looked black floating in front of her face. She reached out grasping the object in her hand. Naari pulled it forward looking at the object. Jewels. She rubbed the jewels in her fingers, watching more dirt brush away from them. She realized most of the jewels had broken off the necklace from time, but the few small jewels that remained were perfectly in tact. It looked like something a peasant would wear. Naari clucked onto it, holding onto her breath as long as she could, looking at it, looking up and wondering how long it would take for someone to help her..or if anyone could help her.

Naari held her breathes for several minutes, before finally releasing it. She scrambled, breathing in the water as she panicked, before her life flashed before her eyes and..Naari passed out.​
 
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.
 
Naari had felt warm, but she had assumed that was from the warm body of water that consumed her form. That, and the metal pressure on her right leg that had made it immobile. She had felt the scorching feeling of water passing into her lungs, through her nostrils and mouth. For a few moments she had panicked before passing out, her hand gripping tightly to the less than pleasing remains of a necklace. Her skin had turned pale, even when her mind began to shut down.

Dying. Naari had never thought about dying. She had only thought about it really after her grandmother's departure from the world, but not in a sense she was thinking about it for herself. No. The thought had stirred on what her grandmother might have been dreaming, if she had been dreaming when she had been in a coma. Naari had wanted to know what she had seen in her final moments, if she had seen anything at all, and she had wondered what the other side might have looked like..what her mother had looked like and if her mother was even there awaiting her grandmother. After all, Naari had been too young to know why her mother had left, but she had been raised with the after effects of her mother's death. The way her grandfather had crouched over in the chair screaming and crying over her death, over his only daughter's untimely demise. She had listened to stories from her grandmother on how close the two of them had been, though they had not been blood related. (Her grandmother and Mother.)

Apparently, Naari had been given a different name at birth by her mother, something along the lines of Amira, but when her mother had left Naari had only been willing to say one word. "Naari." She remembered the smile on her grandmother's face, the tears in her eyes about the conversation. "You would only say Naari for the two years after she left." Naari couldn't recollect that time, or anything before her mother leaving. She didn't remember her mother at all, or the fire her father had started when her mother had refused to give him anymore drug money. However, she remembered her grandmother talking to her about this name, and why she had said it for two years after her mother left. Naari had originally been her late mother's name, and she herself, the girl, had screamed for her mother for the two years before her mind had shifted and deleted that part of her life. In fact, until she was drowning Naari had forgotten all about that woman. Her grandmother realized she had no longer remembered her own name, so used to calling for a name with no reply, she could only recognize people talking to her when they said her late mother's name. Her grandparents had legally changed her name after that, when Naari was seven to her mother's name in her memory and to help Naari herself move past a time she could not comprehend at her age.

She knew some people believed they would have a sign at the end of the tunnel when it was their time to pass. So she waited, expecting to see some form of a door to tell her to pass on, but instead Naari was greeted with something entirely different. She knew she was dying, her lungs were filled with water, and she wondered what might happen next. Then, when Naari thought she would only be greeted by darkness she saw the shifting in lights in front of her, what she had thought was her spirit leaving it's body. Not only that, she could make out the movements of bodies in front of her, two to be exact, and a soft hint of a smile she fondly remembered. 'Is this death?..' Naari had wondered, watching the figure look at her, smile at her. The woman looked like her, acted like her, but this wasn't the woman she had remembered leaving her as a five year old child. She was healthy, happy, and she could see the silhouette of her grandmother behind her dancing in the light. Or at least what her spirit recognized as her grandmother, as the younger version of this elderly woman left Naari confused. 'No..Not for you..' The woman spoke, smiling but Naari felt cold, yet warm at the same time. 'Then who are you? Where is this?' Naari knew she was speaking in some sense, but she couldn't exactly feel her body. It felt like she was dreaming, and in a way she probably was. 'Someone you miss. Somewhere you don't belong...Wake up now.'

Near death experience..Most people talk about floating above their bodies, about meeting their angels, their maker, the light, and Naari was left uncertain. She had assumed she had dreamt the strange day, all of it. Moving in, the hieroglyph, the drive, the crash, the drowning. After all, she could feel her body again, and she could tell she was breathing : water free. After everything she expected to wake in her run down motel bed, coach roaches scurrying on the floor, dun beetles nesting in the right corner, the rusted pots on broken burners. She expected the smell of pee that lingered in the hallway to find it's way to her nostrils and abruptly wake her up. Luckus had offered to buy her a night's rest at a more up to beat hotel, but Naari had refused saying the man had given her too much already, so here she had wound up amongst the filth.

She twisted on the unfamiliar sheets, not fully awake. The woman never so much worried about smearing makeup on sheets, she had never been that into makeup to begin with. Freely, she twisted around, her body jerking away from his rough textured hands. Naari had never really dated, though she had wondered quite a lot if Rox would ever ask her out on a date and what the date might be like. After all, she had been trying to find her own place in the world, trying to start her own life and be comfortable with herself. With Rox, she had felt normal, not like a crazy girl she had always viewed herself as. A damaged box needing repair. She knew all her cables inside were twisted, constrained. She knew certain events, certain names stirred up things she would rather never deal with, or had never wanted to. She knew in a certain light she had twisted herself so far that pieces of her no longer existed in a way they used to. Naari felt tainted.

When her eyes fluttered open, blinking to try to stabilize the view in front of her, she yawned. The colors, the scents, the sounds, all were unfamiliar. Naari ran her fingers through her hair, catching them in a large chunk of mangled mess that was wet and dripping onto the sheets. It was only when his hand grazed her skin again that Naari jumped, tensing, jerking away and twisting her body unnaturally to look wide eyed at the figure. Her skin had just regained it's color, but now it turned pale again as her eyes remained on the figure. No doubt she pulled a few muscles in her neck doing an act, and twisted them more as she jerked her head to look around where she was. Where was she?

"Who the hell are you?" Naari snapped pointing at Khepri. She noted, quickly, that he was naked, before realizing she was naked herself. "What kind of messed up perverted dream am I having?" Naari almost screamed the words, scrambling away from him and grasping her wet clothing. They were wet, the same clothing she had been wearing when she drowned. So she hadn't been dreaming, or she could have been dreaming now. Naari ducked down, on the other side of the bed where he couldn't see her. She began to pull back on her damp clothing, rather preferring to have them on then be naked. Her breathing intensified as she examined the room. The things in here, looked like things she had watched on the movies when they reenacted ancient Egypt. Though Luckus had told her quite a lot that the directors never would get it exactly right, because sometimes the truth was too hard to believe. Hollywood loved to dramatize things as well, but still the thought made her wonder if she was dreaming, dead, or in some really bad form of a prank.

"I'm going crazy." Naari finally noted as she pulled her clothes firmly in place, which was much harder since they were damp. She could see the hieroglyphs on the walls of his bedroom, the plants sprouting form pots that looked brand new. Her green eyes, wide, frightened, confused, scanned the marvelous flooring. She remembered this, but not how it appeared in front of her. Naari remembered the crumbled ruins, buried almost three hundred feet below the sand. She remembered the ladders, the equipment, the men helping her down and tying her up to make sure if she fell off the ladder she wouldn't fall to her death. She remembered wondering how Luckus could still do such a thing at his age, bending down, excavating sites, slamming hammers against rocks. She remembered the look on every-ones face; Rox's, Luckus's, the way her lips parted in awe as they had unearthed the nearly fully in tact flooring. That was when Rox had given her a box that day, and Naari hadn't looked inside until the next day.

She found her hands on the flooring, her eyes scanning it as though she couldn't believe it looked like this. Her mind was trying to make sense of it all, for it had memorized every crack in the flooring, every tile that had been removed long ago from thieves. Yet here it was, as though it had only been here for a few years. The only way her mind could make sense of it, being able to feel the cool flooring and the scents and sounds was the fact she must have been dead. Naari's eyes twitched at the thought, she remembered drowning, but if she was dead what happened to the vision of her mother and grandmother dancing?

"Where is she?" Naari found herself asking, she scrambled to her feet, though she had not put her shoes back on or socks. Naari only stood at 5'4 with no footwear on. "Where are you hiding my mother?" Naari demanded.​
 
It was without a doubt as confusing for Khepri as it was for Naari. Her eyes opened slowly and any female should be honored to be touched by a god. She did have on a peculiar set of clothing and was speaking what he thought was a language he hadn't known, but in his knowledge he hadn't known of one he didn't know. He closed his eyes gently as she started to yell at him and point at him, demanding where she was and who he was. He didn't focus on it, but he heard that she was upset, he dug into his subconciousness and contacted Hurun, the god of speech. A short conversation appeared in what was the realm that connected them together.

'Hurun, I need help with a language. This woman I have rescued speaks in tongue I do not understand.'
'I will grant you knowledge Khapri.'

Khapri put his hand to his own neck and softly rubbed it before he looked at Naari. He first spoke in Ancient Egyptian, not a word to be understood by the english speaking beauty infront of him. His voice was rather rough and deep as he spoke out what seemed to her like a completely unknown language. He then sighed gently "I am Khepri." he said as he approached her once more. There was nowhere for her to run in the room without any windows, his eyes were fixed on the clothes that were wet and constricted her movement. It was scorching hot outside and it could be felt within the temple that they resided in as sweat was already building up on Naari's forehead because of the texture that covered her body. He shook his head as he was standing right infront of her, his naked form almost chisseled out as a statue. He was built like a tower in comparison to her. He was 6 feet 8 inches tall, his shoulders broad and his manhood was large in size as well, it swung flacid in between his legs but it was of a larger size than she had ever seen. If she would ever see it erect, it was 12 inches long and 3 inches wide. Now being flacid it was already 7 inches long and 2 inches wide. However that was not his current focus. His hands reached up to the hem of her shirt and grabbed it at the height of her hips. He did not ask for permission but simply moved her shirt upwards to lift it over her head "I am God of Rebirth. I save you from death because of this." he said as he held the necklace, which contained the same hieroglyph-painted jewel that she had found in her cardboard box, and showed it to her.

His hands then trailed down to her pants and slowly took them off "You warm up first, no weird clothing. Too warm." She seemed to be incredibly confused and asked about her mother. He hadn't a single clue who she talked about so he spoke "I know not who your mother is young girl." he seemed to be struggling to talk English with her but it seemed almost magical that he knew English and it was even weirder if she would've thought about it. If he was really Khepri, then she was in the Ancient Egyptian Era. He looked at her and pointed to his bed "Sit." he said quite roughly before he walked out of the doorless room. It took a couple of minutes before he came back with what was a canister of wine and some bread for her to eat, his steps were slow. As if he had the time of the world and took no mention to the tardiness or awkwardness it would take for her. He put it down on her lap "Eat. Drink. You are weak and you need strength for tonight." he said quite strictly "What is name ?" he asked her before looking at her.
 
Naari had never so much as viewed a naked man online. She had ideas in her head and of course she had been curious, but that curiosity had died with other priorities. Only curiosity had boiled when she had walked into her friend, naked and drunk one evening. So she in a sense knew what men looked like naked, not erect, but here seeing Khepri naked caused her a form of anxiety she did not think she could stand. What was even more nerve raking, was the fact when the attractive man opened his mouth he spilled out words that confused her.

It occurred to her, by his expression, he was confused by her tongue as well. Then again, Naari had really only ever heard that language spoken amongst locals who had helped them excavate the ruins of Khepri. At least, that's what they had named it when the hieroglyphs had come up with Khepri's name, and people suspected it was a temple for worshiping. Still, she had remembered listening to the men and women translate the ancient text they found and had spoken in the ancient tongue quite a few times around her. Naari however never understood a damn word they said.

"What?" Naari's expression was confused as she watched the male stand up straight, tall, and much larger then any a man she had ever seen. She gulped as he spoke her language, clearly, as though he had been born in her country. However the name he used confused her, made her uncertain. "You must be joking." Naari noted as the male approached. She stepped backwards, but he was much faster than her, and easily closed the gap with his long legs. Her head tilted back to look up at his face, and the muscles n her body tensed further when he reached forward to try to remove her clothing. She knew it was hot, hotter than any day in Egypt normally was, but Naari still stumbled backward and gripped her shirt pulling it away from him. "Get off of me!"

"You are delusional if you think you are a God! Gods don't exist!" Naari snapped at him, agitated, and she looked at the bit of her shirt that had been torn from the bottom from her pulling it away from his grasp. Naari stumbled back further when he went for her pants, moving and slapping the figure across the face. Though this act caused her more pain then it probably did him. "Ah." She held her wrist, shaking the hand she used to slap him as she jerked her legs away from him. Weird clothing? If anything he was the one weirdly dressed! Wearing nothing but that damn necklace around his neck...
The necklace caught her attention. She remembered the jewels she had clutched in her drowning, and the hieroglyph she had found in the back of her car. Still her mind combined the outcome of what he was wearing with one logical explanation; Naari was dead, and this was her form of heaven.

Naari looked up at him startled when he said he did not know her mother. She had forgotten she had asked where her mother was..but it hadn't been her birth mother she had been asking for. It had been the younger version of her grandmother she had wanted, her 'mother'. "You have to know where she is! If I'm dead she should be here!" She knew this man claimed to be a God, claimed he had saved her from death, but she believed neither things.

When he motioned her to sit, Naari simply looked at him with furrowed brows as she held onto her wrist. She watched him move to leave, but she turned away shaking her head and wiping her forehead as she looked for any sign of an exist. It was then she noted the room was much like a tomb, save from the light that seemed to pour in from no where. Naari had remembered Luckus saying that room must have been a tomb, and the look on the local's face when the boy had corrected Luckus. She remembered how the boy had pointed to the hieroglyphs, piece by piece of what was left from the crumbled walls, that had depicted this had been the God's Khepri private quarters. Naari had smiled, and laughed when he had such a thing. After all, if Gods had really existed, where were they in modern time?

"Name?" Naari only turned when he first came back, though she noted he was still naked. "Jesus! You are going to give me nightmares walking around like that!" She turned away watching him lay down the bread and wine. Wine. Red wine to be exact, and Naari grunted. She still noted he had been asking for her name, agitated and annoyed the girl retorted; "If you really were a God, I shouldn't have to tell you my name. You would already know it. Therefore, You are not a God. Because Gods don't exist!"​
 
As Khepri was only trying to help the female human that was just saved from death by drowning, she had the daring attitude towards him to slap him and deny his intentions. When she did slap him, the light of the miraculously lighted room dimmed for a few seconds until he stood back up completely and looked down upon her once more. What was once a look of neutrality and peacefullness had now become a look of sheer anger on his face. Who was she to lay hands upon her god. Upon he who saved her life and who gave her the honor of being present in his bedroom and be laid sight upon his naked form. His muscles tensed as he clutched his fist and she Naari could clearly see it, abs that tensed, biceps that bulged, chestmuscles that flattened out and neck that cracked ever so gently at the force of the muscles getting tensed. His breath was slow and heavy but he kept it under control, she was still in confusion and he would show her soon enough what he had meant.

He had come back with a decent meal, Bread and Red Wine. An offering of serenity upon her, a moment of food and drink to ease the troubled mind and give her a moment of peace where she can recollect her thoughts and gather back the cool that she should have somewhere inside of her. She kept on asking about her mother, where is her mother. Khepri thought off it and knew that her mother had passed and was never to return to her. She had been taken into Anubis' realm and was taken into darkness.

When she noted that he should put on clothes, he shook his head at the notion of her suggestion "Too warm" he said as he put down the food for her. Her voice rose again and started to show more and more signs of agitation and annoyance. Her rebellion was getting onto his nurves. He had dealt with it before but never in a way like this, formerly he would just destroy whoever showed rebellion to his word and command. He would destroy their existence and would make them but a fragment of dust that travelled in wind and nature to fertilize the lands so that their useless existence may prove usefull in the form of nutriance for the planet.

His fists clutched once more as the light in the room started to shine brighter and brighter as she once more spoke in disbelieve that he was a god. His walk was slow but sturdy, his towering figure approached her and didn't waste time. His left hand grabbed the incline of her left hip and held her sturdy whilst his right hand grasped her neck and pushed her backwards against the wall behind him. He did not choke her but he held her firmly, breathing definetly would be difficult for her. His voice now was more commanding than ever, his grip on her hip becoming rougher and rougher.

"Who are you to defy me !" He shouted at her "For I AM the god that grants rebirth into a better or worse life. I am Khepri." Suddenly Naari could feel how something weighed heavy onto her head, not just on her head but inside of it. Inside of her mind something suddenly weighed her down as if something invaded her thoughts. It was just for three to four seconds but it was enough to notice. Khepri then approached her face with his and his lips barely touched hers. "Your name is Naari. And your mother has passed away in your time. In here, your mother does not even exist." His touch was rough but he hadn't focused on hurting her, he was focused on showing her that he was not someone to mess with. He was a god and she had no choice but to respect that as now he pushed her to the food and drink. "Drink and Eat now."
 
Anger had not been so apparent in anyone ever before like it was now in Khepri. Naari tensed, watching the way his body shifted. No doubt he had never been so insulted in his life, but Narri still couldn't wrap her mind around reality. How was that possible? How was any of this possible? Naari had never believed in God, or any form of Gods in the first place. She had been so interested in religion on why people thought such amazing things, but for her she could never buy the lie. However, now looking at Khepri...Naari wondered if any of it had been a lie to begin with. Naari gulped at the hulking figure there was no doubt if he wanted to hurt her he could easily do so, and she went pale at the thought.

She could tell it was hot outside, hot in here, hotter than modern day Egypt. Naari was sweating, but she still refused to take off her clothing. It had been nerve racking enough with her waking up naked with some strange guy touching her. Never before had she been naked in front of anyone, only herself looking in the mirror.

"What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!" Naari found herself in a particular situation. His hand was on her hip, and she couldn't pull it off. On top of that, his other hand had wrapped seizing some of her breathing. Her brows furrowed, surprise taking her as she stumbled back, back against the wall as he took control. She wondered if he was going to kill her, at least for a good while. She had no idea about this man, about his intentions, or why he kept on insisting on her for now.

Everything inside of her core shook as he shouted at her, rining her ears. Eyes closed at his vibrating voice, her face twisting in discomfort. When he spoke about which God he was, pressure formed on her temple. Naari shifted, cringing at the feeling of her head being weighed down. She had felt a similar feeling before, but had never really looked into it any further when the doctors had told her she had needed surgery. Naari didn't want to deal with that, with being in the hospital. Hospitals scared her anymore, after all she had lost two people to them. "Stop it!" Naari cried.

It was only after she cried did she noticed his lips against her own. Her eyes opened, shocked and curious as to what he was doing. Naari realized he was kissing her, and she froze. Muscles stiffened at the thought, brow furrowed in confusion. Why would he kiss her? She had once imagined how she would have her first kiss, but Naari had never gotten that far. Hell she had never even held hands with a male that hadn't been her father or family and now..this strange man claiming to be a God..claiming to have saved her from death, had stolen her first kiss. Naari wasn't sure how to react. I shouldn't reject this..I'm not sure he'll be kind to any further rejection. .. Naari thought as she gulped.

The words poured from his perfect lips, she knew she had heard them but in a sense she couldn't believe them. Her mother was dead...in her time? She didn't exist in this time? "What?" Naari stumbled, confused as he pushed her towards the food and wine, as if commanding her like a puppy how to take care of herself. Naari complied this time, taking the bread and breaking it apart to eat it. Before she took a sip of the wine, cringing at the taste of it.​
 
It hadn't taken Khepri long to slowly begin her reasoning to acknowledge that she was not where she belonged, that she had been taken from her time and was put into another time. He knew she couldn't comprehend it right now, it was too much after a near-death experience. His free hand had pushed against her lower back to enforce the gentle touch of lips. There was nearly no contact ,only the softest touch of flesh was felt as he talked. He hadn't thought too much of it but apparently it was Naari's first kiss even if it was barely classified as a kiss. The intensity of the light that poured out of nothingness around the room had calmed down and returned to what it was as she woke up.

The sight of the woman taking the bread and wine and drinking from it brought peace to mind. He wasn't one to be that violent at first contact but a woman was a woman and if they did not comply, he'd have to punish her. His voice softly pushed out a gust of a sigh at the confused comment she made. He walked behind her, still in his pure naked form, and put his hands onto her shoulders. His grip was somewhat rough but not in the sense of hurting, more of a holding grip than a hurtfull grip before he gently spoke. "Your mother is dead. There is no way for her to return to you, in this nor the other realm." He knew that she was not going to understand him once more so he further explained. "I pulled you from your realm to save your life but it does not mean that I am able to pull people from death. Especially if they have been gone for such a long time and have perished in the other realm.

He knew his answer was not going to please the woman that wanted to see her dead mother so badly that it almost hurt herself. Once again however, Khepri's hands slid over to her clothing and grabbed hold of them. "These need to go woman." he said before he attempted to take off the few fabrics of clothing that she once again had put on herself. He knew that she was burning up from the heat and that the moisture of the wet clothing would do her no good for the near future. Little did Naari know but Khepri had chosen her to become a part of his harem, whether she wanted it or not, she was going to be devoting the rest of her life to serve and please Khepri. In this life and the next. His plan was forged and he was going to consumate their bond right now.
 
Naari tried her best to eat and drink what he gave her, though she wished he had given her water instead of wine. The girl had never enjoyed the flavor of alcohol, unless it was entirely masked in the drink itself. She had been trying her best to relax at the whole situation, mind racing in the process with him behind her as she ate the bread. When he placed his hands on her shoulders, they bunched up and stiffened and she nearly choked on the bread in her mouth. His words brought little to help her deal with the fact her mother was dead.

"I don't believe you!" Naari tried to shrug him off her shoulders, pull away from his touches. She didn't like them. This stranger touching her even gently like he had known her for a while. "I don't believe a God has no power over the dead! " Spitting, she turned around to face him, cringing at the display of his naked body. Her eyes, now tainted with the sight of a naked man, had not adjusted to seeing a male in general in such a manner. "Pulled me from my dimension? Are you a scientist now? They talk about crazy things like that, but those men are mad dreamers that have never been proven true."

"Get your hands off my clothing!" Naari's brows furrowed a bit frantic as she dropped the bit of bread in her hand to the ground to tug her wet shirt away from him. She knew she should be comply with him, but she had been eating and drinking like he wanted. Still, she saw no reason for his obsession with removing her clothing, except for that weird look in his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Naari muttered stepping backwards. She scanned the room, in hopes for an escape but realized she was encased in the tomb like room.​
 
Khepri's fists clenched together in rising anger. The resistance this woman was giving him was not to his liking, a normal woman should be gratefull that a god would even spend time with her let alone save her from impending death. His eyes were focused on her, it was not her right to deny his command. All of his muscles tensed up, showing the tight lines of his toned body. Every inch of skin tightened and then loosened up afterwards. He inhaled slowly as he did so, his breath escaping his mouth before the lights in the room dimmed until there was almost nothing Naari could see.

Khepri stepped forward and without any hesitation grabbed her right arm, his hand clutched around her wrist as he pulled her along with him. He put his free hand upon the wall of the tomb-like chamber and a bright symbol appear onto it. Within a second of this symbol appearing the wall seperated and opened up a staircase out of the chamber. The stairs looked exactly the same as the chamber's stones, etched out to perfection. Animal leather had been laid across it to provide a soft feel instead of the roughness of the stone.

After the wall stopped moving, Khepri continued his rough treatment. He walked up the stairs whilst dragging Naari with him, his hand clutched roughly around her small wrist. Compared to Khepri Naari was small, his body towering over most men. He stopped at the end of the stairs and put Naari next to him, hand still clutching her as he pointed out towards his land. "This is what I own. This is why I want you to undress. You are mine. You are my property. You will obey."

As Naari observed the land, she was witness of a natural wonder. An oasis the size of a city was situated infront of her. Large palmtrees that gave origin to shadows that protected from the scoarching sun. Tall grass erected from the sand around the large lake that gave form to vegetation and agriculture. On a better sight, the outskirts of the oasis was littered with simple built stone houses, leather huts, cattle pens and trade houses. The entire oasis was littered with people. Soldiers, Priests, Workers and Civilians alike, they all seemed to have built a stable living situation. To the east of the Oasis there was a large temple, built with extreme detail, no cost was spared to build the beautifull temple so huge it cast it's shadow 100 metres away. A statue of a scarab adorned the middle of the steps to reach it, a symbol of Khepri.

To the west there was a pyramid being built. Millions of slaves were working in the heat of the sun, whips crashing and yelling could be heard all over. Huge boulders being pulled and pushed by famished slaves, soldiers keeping watch to stop any possible rebellion that could rise up. Army patrols securing the people below and kept watch over the entire scene.

Khepri's grip tightened around her wrist, his eyes looked upon his oasis and he nodded "Observe." As they stepped more into the sun, Naari could see that they too were standing in the middle of a finished pyramid. Bigger than the temple and adorned with guards and priest on the main stairs, awaiting Khepri's showing. And as he showed, the thundering sound of hunting horns sounded throughout the entire area and everything dropped to a silent stop. Everybody knew the sound and what to do. Not a single person was left standing as every living soul in the area had dropped to their knees, lowered their head against the ground in the direction of Khepri.

"This is all mine, this is my authority. This is the proof of a god. The power of a god." His free hand slowly moved to her neck. A heat originated from his hand and it took no time to tear through the fabric of her clothing. His hand moved down and drew a line through her clothing and within a few seconds she was naked and bare infront of everyone to see. The heat stopped and without any hesitation, he grabbed her other wrist and held both her hands up. "This is your punishment." he said as he held her arms up in the air.

"MY PEOPLE," he yelled "This is my new property. She will not be touched by any of you lowly creatures. If you do, I will reign down the horrors of a lifetime upon you and your family. You will look at her right now. You will observe her naked body. You will observe your god lay claim to this woman. This woman is mine for now and until eternity."
 
"H-Hey!" Naari cringed, trying to shove her feet into the ground when the place grew dark. She never liked the dark, and this normally meant terrible things were to come. That, and the fact she was alone with him had not made her feel safe. Then? He was grabbing her wrist and tugging her behind him. She had seen it, how angry he was with her rejecting him.

Her eyes got large as he pressed his finger against the wall and it moved away. She stifened, was this even possible back then? She had assumed it wasn't, but the artifacts and tomb they had found made no suggestions to Gods even existing. She fought with him as he pulled her up the stairs closer and closer to the light of the morning.

When her eyes adjusted, she realized he was no longer lying. Her eyes were large and she shook at the whole of the place. So vastly different from the time and place she had come from. "Oh my God." There were no cars, no bridges, no insanely modern buildings, no people in business suits talking on phones. What was more? There were no archaeological digs in this entire place, and she was watching the actual pyramids being built. She shook, remembering the ruins, the big machinery pulling up dirt, the people excavating the entire site. They had thought this crumbled underground palace had been a tomb for an important Pharaoh, but they could not have been more wrong.

When he said he owned all of this, the full weight of the experience had not yet hit her. It was when the people saw him below, stopped what they were doing to bow to him that made her shiver. They respected him. Worshiped him, and the mass of that temple made her sick. How was that possible? It was bigger than most building in her time. He was claiming her as property and she was frightened.

"I don't want to be claimed by you or anyone!" Naari said as she looked up at him. She felt small, weak, brittle compared to the mass he was. "You think just because you saved my life you get to claim to me? That makes no sense!" She was still fighting with the idea that Gods were even real. That was impossible. No way would she ever believe such a thing and this had to be some terribly realistic dream she was having. She would wake up later, for sure. 'I just have to keep going right? I'll wake up later in my apartment, alone, to the sound of cars outside...that's it!'

"Punishment?" Naari had not heard those words since she was a child. Then it happened. The heat, the destroying of her clothing. Her clothing pooling in scrapes at her feet. Her face turning pale as her large perky breasts were revealed and her virgin curves. She stiffened, pulling on her wrists and fighting with him as she closed her eyes in embarrassment. He overpowered her, she kicked her legs as he put her on display. "Let me go! Let me go!" She cried in displeasure. It was even worse when he spoke to the people, telling them he had laid claim to her.

"You are barbaric!" Naari cried with barred teeth. She knew, without a doubt the people were listening, opening their eyes to look at her. She tried pushing her legs together, squirming in a manner that might hide her crotch, but her breasts were on full display like the rest of her. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at the people as they looked at her, and her breathing panicked. 'I just want to wake up! Wake up!'​
 
The people had indeed lifted their heads to observe the woman that Khepri had revealed to them. A pale beauty that seemed to be curved differently than them, her skin tone different from the naturally tanned people. She seemed alien to them, as close as a foreign treasure, a treasure fitting a god. The horns sounded once more and as it never happened people returned to work. Slaves were whipped back into actions. Cries resounded throughout the works as yelling and celebrating resounded from the temple guards and priests, as a claim laid by a god in public was seen as a blessing from him to them. A present from the god to them to be able to lay eyes upon the beauty that he had claimed for himself. And claimed she was in the embarassement that he put her through. Her naked form bestowed upon all.

The cries of Naari did not reach him, he cared naught for her privacy or naked form. He had to punish her for her attitude towards him and what better way than public humiliation. That was what it was in her eyes and it was just what he needed, just what he wanted. His hand slipped from her left wrist and allowed her to cover up what she felt most exposed. "Enough of this." His hand motioned towards one of his female priests "Undress and dress her."

Without any hesitation the woman approached them, bowed her head infront of the god of rebirth as if she was honored to obey him. Her hands slowly slid of the white satin cloth dress, that was held up by two shoulderstraps, from her body and revealed her tan body with small perky breasts and tattoo markings all over her body. Her steps were light and swift as she approached Naari without any hesitation, hands slipped the shouldersstraps over her shoulders and secured them before she cocked her head next to Naari's and gently whispered into her ear. "He is a kind god." After her movement, the woman simply walked back to where she stood and continued to kneel towards the center of the pyramid in complete admiration of him. The silken dress felt light on the body, almost as if it wasn't there. The dress was designed in a way to show off the curves of a woman who wore it, for Naari it revealed the shape of her plumb breasts as if they were two trophees. Her sides were revealed to mother nature, the front and the back of the dress held together by a silken strand that ran horizontally just above her hipline, revealing the curves of her hips whilst hiding her modesty. The dress stopped just above her knees and fit her perfectly. It seemed a perfect fit.

Khepri watched the interaction between the two women and smiled as if his trophee had been secured already. He looked upon Naari "You have a choice." he said as he turned his body towards her. His body showing the effects of the warm sun, small beads of sweat decorated his body which made the sunlight reflect onto them and made his body glisten in the heat. "You are mine, so here you are. In my property. As my property. You are limited to my command, to my will and to my property. You can follow me free, or I will restrain you as I see fit. But be warned. For everything you disobey, I will punish you. Each time will be worse than the last."

Without any desire for an answer, Khepri started to decent the stairs. Slow but steady steps were made and on each step, both guards and priests bowed down towards him as he made it to their designated stairs. His destination was the large temple, the towering image of his divinity.
 
Eagerly when he released her left wrist she moved to cover up her breasts, knowing they were fully more exposed then her snatch. Then he let go of her other hand and gladly she covered herself, her eyes opened as she glared at the man. It was only when he spoke to the priestess that she saw the woman there. Her brow raised as he issued the woman an order and...she started moving to comply.

'What kind of messed up nightmare am I having?' She watched the woman undress, tensing as the woman slipped off the dress to reveal the tattoos that lined her body before moving to slip the white dress on her. There, the woman whispered to her about him being a kind God. Her teeth clenched and she had to hold her breath as the woman finished dressing her. When she was done, Naari was able to remove her arms and stand up, though constantly pulling at the bottom of the dress. The sides did not make her feel too comfortable, and she no longer had panties.

Her eyes turned as he faced her, looking in the distance towards the Nile. There had been a bridge there before she had crashed into the lake and drowned. Surely she must have been dead, no matter what he said, no matter the fact she had ate and drink. It was the process of denial, and she was not about to believe any of this. 'If I can get back to the Nile, I can go down to the bottom and see if my car is there. If it isn't, then this has to be some fucked up nightmare I can't wake up from.' That was her logic as she looked at him when he determined her options.

"Why are those my only options?" Naari asked as he started moving down the stairs. "Who gave you the right to claim me? I sure as hell didn't!" Naari was frustrated, she didn't belong here. If this was real, she still couldn't keep her mouth closed. NO man was ever going to tell her how to act and what to do or lay claim to her. Her grandfather had raised her better than that. Still, she should have been thinking logically. He could be real, he could seriously dismember her or kill her but...somehow she knew if all this was really real that he wasn't going to kill her. After all if all this was real like he insisted, then he would have just saved her from drowning.

Naari waited until he was further down the steps before she looked back to the Nile. "I don't know who you think you are or who you think I am, but I won't bow to a damn God I've never believed in!" Naari's fists were clenched as she moved to descend down the many steps of the pyramid. She made sure to keep a distance from him, but the moment they were at the bottom of it, he was moving towards his temple. She stood at the bottom, before turning towards the Nile and bolting for it.

No looking back. Her feet slapping against the grass as she moved through the people, closer and closer to the Nile. The crash had been so awful, and so unexpected. She knew her jeep had to be under the water, if this was real, it'd be there. she did not bother to see if he was chasing. She had it in her mind this was just a dream as she kept breathing, pushing past people and jumping over obstacles. Then, after a few minutes of running, she broke the edge of the riverbank.

Her feet hit against the sand, before splashing against the water. She ran forward, until the water made resistance. Naari walked as far forward as she could, waist high. Her head looked up, and around, trying to imagine where the bridge would be. It would be here, to her right. Ahead would have been where she had her accident. She moved, as the water climbed up her body and before she heard and listened to the screaming behind her, she pushed her hands together and dived.

Keeping her eyes open under the water was hard, but she did it as she dived down,deeper into the Nile. Holding her breath seemed minimal in all of this really, and soon she could see the bottom. She moved forward, further and further and when she saw the glint of turquoise in the distance. Her brows raised, seeing a fish flash by as she relaxed. Right? It was just a fish not her jeep. This was just a dream....

However, the closer she moved, the more it glistened until...she could make out the headlights of her jeep. Busted, broken, the front window busted in. The leather seats, the steering wheel.. Not only had Khepri pulled her from the miracle waters of the Nile, but her wrecked jeep had come in his vision as well. Sand was wrapped around the tires and...Naari screamed letting the water into her mouth and lungs. Impossible! This all had to be impossible! Yet...here was her proof this was all real.​
 
It wasn't an unthinkable thing for Khepri, it was more an act of good faith. A test for her and even for him, to see if she had learnt what he wanted her to learn. To see if she would obey like she was told to and this clearly showed him that he was wrong to trust the young woman. She took off the second that they were at the bottom, and easily enough she was able to. It was what he had said that bussomed fear into the people's heart, they were to look at her but not touch her. So without any hesitation, none of the people in her way wanted to touch her nor stop her, they let her pass and run towards the Nile.

Naari passed through crowds of traders, civilians and soldiers. Soldiers clad in leather armor with hide shields and khukri's as blades, they were patrolling and some even thought to stop her but remembered what their god had said to them. So they left her be as she pushed through the crowds so desperate to find an answer to her lingering question if this entire scenario was real, if she was infact claimed by her god.

It wasn't until Naari breached the riverbed of the Nile that Khepri moved himself. Anger was clearly written over his face as his eyes flared wide open towards the Nile, his muscles tensed up and veins became apparent onto the surface of his skin. Without much effort, the man catapulted forward and with each footstep the god made the ground shook downwards from the sheer force. Screams emitted from the surrounding crowds as they all made way for Khepri's rampage towards the Nile. It was as if it was written in a book, golden energy draped from Khepri as if he was the source of it. The golden strands of energy floated into the air before dissapearing as the distance between them and Khepri grew further.

More and more energy emitted from Khepri as his distance between him and Naari became shorter and shorter. And as his feet breached water, he stopped forcefully and left a small crater into the moist sand beneath his feet. As he stood still, the energy floated upwards from him in the form of cascading waves. Khepri looked around and knew here he had to look. Without hesitation the god jumped into the water and swimmed towards the place he had saved her from. The wreck that was formerly a way of transport was now just a broken piece of metal that served no other purpose than perhaps the housing of fish to protect from predators.

Khepri saw what he needed to see. Naari that took in water and screamed as she saw the sight of her former companion, it was a sorry sight to see and it was proof that this was reality. But that was the least of her worries.

Without any hesitation, Khepri latched his hand onto her arm and started to drag her along with him. He did not want for her to drown but wanted her to suffer all the more from this moment. He dragged her onto the bank of the Nile and pushed her down onto the ground. He grabbed his hands together and pushed a couple of times onto her chest to make sure that she was ridden of any water in her system.

Khepri did not say anything to her. His satin shorts were drenched and his mood even worse. His hands just reached for her wrists and grabbed hold of them, with enough strength to hurt her.

Not a word was spoken from his mouth but anger was written over his body, his muscles were tense, his teeth clenched together and his grip rough. He started walking and gave her no time to recover at all as he dragged her along, however he left her with the ability to follow on her feet. The golden waves that cascade from his body were warm to the touch and she could clearly feel them as they wrapped around her body and continued on further. His steps were heavy and left a dent into the sand they walked upon. He continued towards the destination he had first set.

The base of the temple revealed the immaculate detail that had gone into the build of this massive building. Hieroglyphs were etched into the borders with extreme precision, reading a text about the greatness of Khepri. The god himself now walked the stairs up towards the large double door entrance of this colossal building. Once the entrance was reached, it revealed to them the hallway that was draped in red satin, decorated with golden etchings and borders. Khepri took an immediate right when he entered into the private courters of the compound. Down a set of stairs is where they went and soon they found themselves in a room with a large bath, the scent eminating from it resembled that of rosemary and milk. A rich mineral bath had been prepared for him.

Khepri pushed Naari to her knees as they entered and after that his hands reached out to the wall and as before he had opened a wall, now he closed this one.

Khepri turned around to her and now the aura that flowed from him increased in ferocity, the waves now turned into flames as he looked down at her, not a word said from his mouth. His finger went down under her chin and pulled her head up towards his to force her to look at him. "Get in the bath. Without Clothes." he said softly.
 
In a way, the water pouring into her mouth and lungs as she screamed was relieving. In a way it was painful. She thought, perhaps she was just seeing things. Naari faught against the water, the currents, pushing fish and debris out of her way. She cared little she was no longer able to breath as she gasped in a panic, air bubbles floating to the surface. Still, she fought everything her body cried to her, trying to get closer to the Jeep..just to touch it, to see it was real. Her arms reached forward, fingers only inches away...

Khepri grasped her left wrist, her head jerked to see him as bubbles floated out of her nose. She tried tugging, pulling her wrist as he tugged her, her legs kicking with all their might as her right hand stretched forward. He was trying to pull her out, again, and she was trying to make sense of this as...her fingers grazed the metal of the car. Cold. Dead metal. Naari was stiff, staring in shock at the jeep as Khepri pulled her out of the water.


Bewilderment hit her face as he dragged her out onto the bank of the Nile. She spat up some of the water, but he pushed her down and compressed her chest. Naari smacked him, fighting with him as he did so, but he pushed up the remainder of the water that was choking her.

Kehpri gave her no time to recover, and Naari was stumbling over her feet as he pulled her back the way she had come. Still he moved towards the temple, as she brushed her hair and sand out of her face. She saw the pedestrians, the soldiers looking at her for a brief moment, before returning to their work.

She had to blink a few times, noticing the gold waves hitting her, and cascading around him as they moved into the temple. Briefly, she looked around before they went down a set of steps into a room with a large pool, and he pushed her on her knees. Naari panicked, short small breathes leaving her as she played over the image of the car, the feeling of the dead metal against her fingers. She jerked her arms away from him when she came to as he pushed her chin up.

"No." Naari stated, she moved, getting back on her feet as she rubbed her left wrist. "I want to go back." Naari wasn't backing down, she was frightened, overwhelmed, but she knew she wanted to return home to her time. "Send me home." Her brows furrowed, this was all so much. Then again, the way he acted he looked as though he had never had anyone say no to him before. Naari's eyes fell on the area the door had been noticing it was gone. "I don't belong here and you know it."​
 
There she went again. Her rebellion against his commands had gone on for so long and frustration was red over his entire being. The flame like energy that emitted from him only grew in ferocity as he looked at her as she got to her feet and rubbed the wrist that he had powerfully gripped upon earlier. The room was earily quiet except for the soft sounds of flowing water as the bath seemed to be filled from the outside, as if it was continuesly refreshed and warmed up from somewhere. Khepri's balled his fists in anger and looked to her. "It does not work like that woman."

Khepri bent forward towards her and took hold of her chin with one hand which forced her to look at him face to face. Two almost golden-glowing orbs of anger now stared directly into hers as their faced almost collided. "That is not your home anymore. It used to be but now you never existed there. Nobody has ever heard of a woman called Naari. Every little trace of you in that world has perished along with yourself. For in that world you have died and have been reborn into this realm under my command and rebirthed under my rules."

His hand let go off her chin and without any hesitation he stood up and put his hands on her shoulders, followed by the swift unbuckling of her shoulderstraps that resulted in her dress that she had just received now flopped to the ground at her feet. Without even a moment of doubt, Khepri's hands caught hold of her waist and raised her in the air. It wasn't too high but it was enough to raise her from the ground and to allow Khepri to do what he wanted. A short walk and a grunt later was all Khepri needed to fling the woman into the giant bath.

Khepri waited for her to emerge from the water and look at him before he continued his action. "Enough of this charade of rebellion, weak crying and useless energy." His hands lowered to his own waist and pulled down the drenched shorts that he had on to reveal his nude form to her. From inside the confinement of the shorts dropped his manhood from what was its cover. A manhood that was of an impressive size even when flacid and as tanned as his skin.

"Resist me any further and I will degrade you worse than you could imagine. Punishment will be long, hard and without any remorse. I have shown you enough compassion and let you get away with more than you should." Anger was clear in his voice and he let it be noticable as he stepped inside the giant bath. He walked up to Naari and took hold of her shoulder. He drew her towards the edge of the bath where steps formed what were makeshift seats underwater. Khepri placed himself onto one of them and forced Naari quite easily onto his lap. "Cry. Yell. Fight." He said as he looked into her eyes "None of those will give you comfort, peace nor pleasure. You are my property because I chose you to be and that is something you will have to live with." One of Khepri's hands had latched itself onto Naari's thigh and she could all but clearly feel that she had no place to move to. Now here she was.
 
She stiffened as she looked at how red he was. Angry. He always seemed to be angry with her. That seemed like his problem. Him wanting to control her and command her when she was frighten and unsure of things. If he was the God of Rebirth he should have been able to bring back her grandmother, the woman that had raised her, or at least take her to the life she was in now.

"Why not?" Naari wondered when he told her things did not work like that. He had pulled her from the wreckage of her car. There had to be a way he could send her home. She turned pale when he tilted her chin up, his gold hues staring into her green ones. The words he spoke was cold and hard, and chilled her. She could not imagine a world she had grown up in no longer recognizing her. "I don't believe you." Naari insisted. Her near death experience...she had seen two women and they had recognized her. He had to be lying. "Then you should have let me die!" Naari was frustrated, annoyed at this, and she knew deep down there had to be a way to get back home.

She was in shock of his words when he undressed her, then lifted her up. She tensed further, looking at him pale and frightened as she squirmed. "Put me do-" He flung her into the water, silencing her with a loud splash. She panicked for a second, open eyes as she turned around in the pool and...There it was. She could see what looked like four openings in the pool, probably filtering out the cold water with constantly warm water, but this gave her hope there was a way out of here if he ever left her alone. Slowly, she went up to the surface to gasp for air.

Naari looked at him, as he spoke once more she was silent. Though she did look away when he undressed as she treaded the water. Naari's jaw tensed at his words as he slide into the bath, moving over to her. She looked up at him as he put his hand on her shoulder and walked her forcefully over to the side, though she semi had to swim. She tensed when he pulled her onto his lap, her brows furrowed and her head throbbing. "You want me to obey but I don't know you and I don't care to. You pulled me from a place I belong and say you wiped my existence but I don't believe you. I don't have to live with anything I don't want to." She was stubborn through and through but hopeful, hope was pouring into her like she might find some way out, some answers she was seeking. After all, she could not believe in Gods. Even if he claimed to be one, there had to be a way back if he had brought her here.

She looked down at his hand on her thigh, her thigh tensing as her face blushed. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked away from him. "I don't belong to you or anyone. I don't care how many times you say you claim me, you can't claim a person!"​
 
There she went again. In Khepri's eyes it was nothing but disobedience and flaws that he needed to etch out of her. The only thing he had to think of was how he was going to do it, there were a couple of routes for him to take yet he had pride and dignity to think of as well. What kind of god was he if he would be swayed by a mere mortal, all be it a mortal with the body of a goddess. His hand squeezed her thigh a bit more as his thumb positioned itself on her inner thigh, pointed towards her womanhood that was hidden underwater.

Khepri looked at her "I can show you your world right now, how it looks right now. However you will have to pay for it. You will have to satisfy me, worship me in bed." The proposition came abrupt and rough, seemingly from nowhere but at the same time it made sense. Why would she want to return to the realm that hasn't a single trace of her ? Khepri was to show her how that world looked like, how it adapted to her loss.

Khepri did nothing else but pin her down atop of his lap and waited for thr answer at hand. If it would be yes, Khepri would nod and plant his free hand onto her cheek only to plant his lips onto hers. Warmth could be felt from his lips as their lips collided and without a warning, their reality warped and shifted.

As both of them opened their eyes. They were standing in the street where Naari used to live. Now her house nothing more but a field of grass and farmed vegetables. A clear difference to her past.
 
Naari did not wish to really look at him. He wanted someone obedient...everyone was obedient to him. Did that never get old to him? It seemed like it did not, and it frustrated her. She wanted to pull her hair out and scream again. She remembered when he had brought her the food and wine, that disgusting wine she had always loathed, telling her she would need her energy for later tonight. Now, his intentions were all too clear as he pinned her to him. Her arms crossed over her chest as her head tried to ponder some way out of this. Then a song played in her head, a song she remembered from her pandora playlist: Papa Roach - Help (Single). The song was so fitting to how she had felt in the car, and now she was uncertain how to feel.

"No." He had expected a Yes no less. However, time and time again she seemed to do the opposite. That was not worth her curiosity, giving him what he wanted which was her body. "I'm not willing to trade myself for that." Her jaw tensed. It was not that he was unattractive, actually he was more attractive than any Movie star might have been. Still Naari insisted on no. She was still a virgin, and this whole day had been awkward enough.

"Can I bathe, eat and drink and lay down?" Maybe that was it. Jet lag, she could use that excuse. Anything to get away from him and think rationally. That and...she could still imagine Rox in her head, Luckus doing the last few years without her, her grandfather...with no offspring living and no continuation of the bloodline. It would all be too painful if he was telling her the truth.

She remembered the jewels in her hand, and she could feel his hand pointing towards her crotch. Her legs closed as she envisioned herself in the car, clinging to the necklace. It should have been in her hands when she woke up...

Naari turned her head to look at the necklace around his throat. Her brow twitching as she finally paid attention to it. There was the resemblance; the hieroglyph in the center of it she had seen in the box before the crash, and multicoloroed beads she had mistaken for a peasant's necklace. Still, this angered her in a way, that she was seeing the necklace as she looked and reached for it. She touched the hieroglyph without asking, but the moment she touched it the material shocked her. Much like electricity pulsing because of friction, but it was more of a warm shocking feeling. Almost like when she had touched it the first time. "I'm hungry.." Naari said without looking at him. Much of it was a lie, though she could probably eat.​
 
As 'No' resounded from Naari's lips the glowing golden energy around Khepri seemed to burst out even more. It's intensity increased until the energy resembled pure golden flames that emitted from his body. His face was searing with anger and his teeth gritted together as he looked upon the disobedient woman. That same rebellion and arrogance was what kept him intrigued instead of destroying every fiber in her body until she was nothing but a distant whisper in the wind. As his thoughts were scrambled, her first question went completely unanswered as he didn't even register what she had asked him. His mind was a raging fire, thoughts of battering, whipping and other punishments that he had used in the past to all the disobedient slaves that he had. No longer disobedient at all but as loyal as a small dog.

His mind returned to calmth the moment Naari touched his medallion and got shocked by it. He remembered now why she had been so easy to save. It seemed that she knew the medallion herself and it caused a reaction between her and the magic influenced into it. Her head was bowed down and refused to look at him, a sign of no respect. Without a word Khepri stood up and let Naari fall backwards into the bath once more. He stood up and walked away from the bath, his naked rear shown fully to her as he walked to what used to be the entrance. Without any hesitation Khepri kept on walking. The walls opened up and allowed passage to the god himself before it closed behind him. Now there Naari was, alone in the large room that seemed to be ever so silent now. To the east side of the large room there was a seperate room. A large sealed off room with a large bed, easily enough to fit 4 people in it and be comfortable to sleep in.

After ten minutes of absolute nothing, the entrance opened up once more only to reveal a servant dressed in a silken robe that covered her face for only her eyes to be seen. "Mistress." she said before she kneeled infront of the bath, a plate resting atop her hands. Bread, grapes and herbal butter in lavish amount was put onto the plate and was brought to her to sate her hunger. The seemingly young woman did nothing but kneel and bow infront of her. The entrance had closed by now and now there they were, a servant and a captive.
 
Naari could feel him, every fiber in him tensing and pulsing with anger. She could tell he never was used to being denied what he wanted, out of anyone. Though she was definitely not going to give him her virginity or into him willingly. Then without any hesitation or words, he stood up and flipped her back into the bath. Naari struggled when she was under water, though quickly emerged to see him leave. A sigh of relief came from her and now...she was alone.

She waited a few seconds, expecting him to come back like he had earlier. However when he did not, she took this chance to explore and look around the place. There she saw the bedroom, no doubt why he had brought her to this room to begin with. He ultimately wanted her to submit, to be his, but Naari had other plans.

With a large breath and no more contemplating, she submerged herself under water. Normal people would panic while being in water after almost drowning, but Naari had no time to think about such minor things. 'I need to find a way out. A way to get back. There has to be a way to reverse whatever he's done.' She knew if he caught her the punishment would be more diabolical than the rest, still she had no choice. That amulet he had touched around his neck, no doubt others had tried to touch it before and not been given such kindness..but energy had flowed through it and spooked her. What did any of this mean? Then..her eyes hit on the openings again. Naari went up for air, ready to dive back down and go through the openings...it was only then that she heard the soft footsteps against the ground and turned her head. There was the servant, food on a plate as she bowed. "Oh.." Naari had forgot she had mentioned she was hungry. So in all his anger he had listened to her. Why?

Slowly she swam back over to the edge. Climbing onto the seat and looking at the plate as she tensed her jaw. "You can just lay it down and leave. I'd rather prefer being alone." Naari wondered if the woman would listen and leave her alone, but then she knew better. If he was a God and wanted her to stay he would not let her get away so easily. Then again no one was allowed to touch her. At least..no one but him. "Thanks..."

Naari knew if she was really in ancient Egypt and the so called Gods walked around, she should have been able to call any of them, right? Well normal people would not have been able; no one commanded a God or Goddess..yet she still had to try.

'Don't do it.' Naari's head jerked, confused when the voice sounded in her head. It was small, light and airy, whimsical like a little girl's innocence. 'Why do you want to do that? Isn't Khepri nice?' Naari scanned the room. She knew this voice was not her own, yet she wondered if it was her own subconscious. Then, she noticed the servant looked stilled, paused like a statue. Her eyes scanned the large room again, noticing one of the corners was darker than the others.

"Is someone there?" She voiced out loud. Soft giggling sounded in the room, and as she looked at the dark corner she could make out a small figure in dark robes. Only the tan chin of the girl, and the curls of blond hair coming out of the hood and sitting on top the girl's chest could be viewed. "Who are you?"

"A friend...a wanderer." The little girl's lips pulled into a smile, but Naari noted her lips had not moved when she spoke. The thought sent shivers down her spine as she thought for a moment.

"Kebechet..." Naari said the name..she had learned some of the Gods and Goddess names from Luckus before they had gone to Egypt. He wanted her to understand everything she could, but he had admitted getting everything right might have took a few years. However, Naari no longer had a few years. She was stuck in this place, and she tried hard to remember what this Goddess was for. "Purification.. is that right?"

"Yes.." The little girl swayed as she giggled. "The lost child some call me." Naari's head tilted, she pointed to the servant who looked frozen in time. "I only froze her. So we could talk privately."

"Why?" Naari wondered as she kept her body hidden from the girl's view.

"You are curious to me." Kebechet spoke. "I've never seen anything like you." She had been walking the halls of Khepri's temple, purifying as much as always did. However she was always out of view, only revealing herself to the other Gods when she viewed fit, or humans. Mostly, she would wonder without being seen. "You are going to call on a God I fear you should not." Kebechet sighed as Naari glared at her. "Then do it." She knew Naari was not going to listen, and Kebechet put her arms behind her back as she swayed. "I fear you will not like the results you find. I can only purify so much."

Naari was silent for a moment, pondering what the little Goddess had said. Still her lips parted as she said the name, one was all she needed, one that she remembered. "Kuk." Naari looked around, expecting the room to turn cold instantly, but instead she sighed after a few moments. Of course she was just a normal human. It was silly to think a God would actually come to her by saying it's name. "You were afraid of nothing after all." Naari said rubbing her temple. This Goddess was only here to purify this place, she had only just been in the room with Naari by coincidence. That had to be it, right? It was just a stroke of luck the little Goddess was trying to stop her, to purify her thoughts.

"No." Kebechet voiced. Naari looked up at the little girl, her smile now replaced with a frown. She had stopped swaying playfully, the black hood pointed in Naari's direction. "I am never wrong when it comes to cleansing darkness." With those last words the little Goddess spoke, the lit of the room distinguished, leaving them in complete darkness. Naari stiffened. Was the girl playing a cruel joke on her? Was Khepri doing this to punish her and frighten her? Her breathing intensified, cold, she could feel cold creeping on her arms. Naari submerged herself, down to her shoulders in the warm water as she shivered.

"Hmmm..." The soft deep rumbling made her skin crawl. No longer was a child like voice sounding in her ear, it sounded more like one might expect a Demon to speak. Except, it was commanding, strong, and it vibrated everything in her core. "How does a mere human demand my presence?" Naari looked around, her eyes locking on the two red orbs that floated around. She stiffened at the sight, frightened. "Yesss?" The voice hissed, wondering what the girl wanted.

"Send me home." Naari gulped as she spoke the words. "I know Khepri says he wiped me from existence, but you can undo that. Can't you?"

"Yessss. I can give you whatever you desire.." The eyes flipped over, as though the head of the beast was upside down. It frightened her, as the eyes narrowed on her. "What are you?"

"I'm a human?" Naari's brows furrowed. This was the God of Darkness, wasn't it? Everyone spoke about never dealing with this God, about being frightened of it, but Naari was out of options. Or so she had felt like it. Still she questioned why he was asking her what she was. Wasn't it obvious? "Then take me home to my time." Naari demanded.

"Hmmmm...No." She was confused by the reply. Had he not told her he could give her whatever she desired?

"What? But you said-" The voice hissed like a snake.

"I cannot send you home. What you desire you can find easily, as long as you look for it...perhapsss, you should speak with Set...if you can grasp his attention like mine." The eyes moved, darting around the room, and Naari watched them carefully. What the hell was she dealing with? Was this why the locals had been afraid to read the scriptures pertaining to Kuk? She did not think it seemed so bad, he wasn't asking for her soul or anything. "He will have your answerssss." Naari blinked, only to open them to a lit room again.

"Wait! Come back!" Naari reached forward, seeing the wandering Goddess cowering in the corner. "You...are still here?"

"Don't do it!" Kebechet cried, huddled over, she moved to stand and ran towards the direction of the door. "Don't call Set! Don't do it!" Kebechet ran out of the room, disappearing through the wall.

"Why?" Naari wondered as she breathed noticing the servant was no longer frozen in time. Her brow twitched as the servant looked at her, mostly confused. Now Naari knew, she needed to contact Set, but why was Kuk refusing to help her? Why was Kebechet so frightened of her calling Set? It only rose up more questions to her, fearful ones, but ones she wanted answers too. Naari reached for the tray, silent as she pulled it towards her to eat. Something more than she could imagine was going on, and she needed to get to the bottom of it.​
 
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."
 
Naari almost choked when the voice sounded, her eyes large. Her head jerked in his direction, breathing hitching as he came through the wall. She could hear the servant scurrying away in fear, fear of Khepri as he entered the room. Though no doubt the servant had no idea why he was so angry, on what she had done until he spoke.

The armor shocked her, the sheer appearance of him turning into some fairy tale knight. She knew most of the girls she had grown up with in high school and wanted to be would probably shriek in approval at this. Naari only stiffened unsure if she should faint, run, or stay still. She choose to stay still, watching as the spear disappeared. The platter clanked to the floor as she dropped it, him approaching her.

"No?" Naari was a bit confused, what was so wrong in asking for help? Then again...she could remember as Kebechet had run away in fear telling her not to summon Set like Kuk had wanted her to. This only raised more questions. Then he spoke words that caused her to choke on tears. Pain, regret. She hated those words. Those were the only words that had made her so many mixtures of emotions. Pain, she had felt so much she had become so numb to things she had once enjoyed because of it. She wondered if that had been why her father choose to shoot up heroin then be there for her, was he in that pain to? Still..she had been able to make herself numb, and she regretted many things. Not hugging her grandfather, arguing with him too much after her grandmother's death. Smacking her grandmother when she was in her rebellious stage. She'd take it back, all the terrible things she had done to others, to the ones she had loved.

Her head was down, looking at her arms, she ran her hands over them. The memory of the fire, the ball in her hands with fresh wounds still healing. She could remember the burns, how she had acted out when kids had teased her about the scars until her grandparents had paid to get her skin grafted. Still, she could see the scars still where the skin had been grafted. Her middle school teacher had known that was why she had been acting out, and he had given up a portion of his skin for her. She shoulda been grateful, but she did not know how to react. She could still remember the smell of the hospital after the surgery, the teacher coming in hugging her as she had burst into tears. Tears? Naari never really liked crying, and she knew that was because she wasn't sure how to. Every terrible thing she had gone through, this was the only real memory of her grieving the loss of someone she couldn't remember.

Naari looked up when he was getting closer, a hand over her mouth; she could feel the tears rolling down her face. Instinctively she reached up to brush them away, but he stopped her as he pulled her into a hug. Naari shook as she pushed against his chest trying to push him away as he spoke about the darkness taking. No, she was angry, angry that the preacher had told her that her father would burn in hell. That her best friend in highschool was damned for loving another boy. That her mother was a heathen for not taking care of her in her final days. She was angry, angry at the fact people believed in God. In the fact God had never answered her prayers, had condemned her to a life of pain. "S-Stop!" Naari ground her teeth as she shoved her fist into his chest, though she knew she was trapped in his arms. "You know nothing about light or darkness! Light was the thing that took everything from me!" Naari spat on his chest, angered. Angered that all this time she had not believed in Gods, not believed because they had never answered her or anyone she had ever known that needed it. They had ignored her, ignored the ones she loved. Yet, here he was, telling her how the world worked. When all she had ever known was the opposite. "Darkness gave me shelter...and you..you never gave me anything!" She pounded against his chest, irate, uncontrollable, all the fury surging through her, all her pent up pain.

It took her a few minutes, ten maybe twenty, to finally calm down as she heaved for air. Panic, she tried to breath as she rested against him. Numb, that's how she had wanted to feel her whole life. It had been better than this, then feeling like this, then being angry at everything. So she breathed, trying to push the emotions away, trying to forget as she closed her eyes to sigh.​
 
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.
 
Naari's mind went blank for a while, happy to have just let the emotions flowed over her. He did not seem to fully grasp how different their planes of existence were really. Here, Gods and Goddess walked among men and ruled them. There, machines ruled man. Her eyes closed at the thought, allowing him to keep her near him as he wiped her tears away. She had forgot, she had been crying.

Her face only turned in silence when he spoke about the pain he had endured. Naari had never thought about God's going through terrible times, no. This was not how people in her time depicted God, the holy. Or their many deities. So far out of reach, so perfect and yet...Here was a real God speaking about once being mortal, what he lost, what he hated, that he had been pitied on by another God.

Still, he seemed cold when he spoke of the ordeal. Numb perhaps. No emotions phased over him, like he had rehearsed this time and time again. That may have been true, he may have told lots of his companions that. Her jaw tensed as she was pulled against him. Her face turned red, but she was annoyed. She felt his hands pushing her lower half to him and then his face coming in for a kiss. God, she could only imagine those preppy high school girls flailing their arms and flinging themselves on him screaming at this moment..and her? Well..she registered for a moment that he'd probably kill her for this later. Literally. She smacked him hard against the cheek and turned her face away from him angrily.

"You are a fucking pervert! I can't even have a moment of weakness without out you trying to hump me!" Naari was angry, was this all any guy thought of? Even Gods? "If that pained you so much on her lose, then why are you so cold?" She knew he had been warm, sweet with her in comforting her. Still, that did not take away from the fact he was arrogant, self righteous..then again he probably had a right to since he was a God. This did not sit well for Naari. She was still angry, angry at the fact that he had even been pieted on by light and she had been scorned by it. That he even knew he could not tell her otherwise to ease her anger. "You think one sad story and you'll win me over? Please! Get over yourself." Her brows was twitching as she grumbled. There was no doubt she could imagine him impaling her with that spear right now.​
 
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