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

A rough smack resonated through the room, a turning head and another rebellious action that forced him to register all of it. Her words hitting him like bricks that were thrown through weak glass to shatter what was weakly there. A soft wall of protection that he kept hidden and now that he had put it out there, she had just shattered the little bit of past he had shown to her. His mind went blank and it was visible, he seemed thoughtless for a moment as if he was searching for an answer. Searching for an emotion to respond to the harsh words that the woman bestowed upon him with no filter. His mind found what he was looking for. Anger. Anger was going to be his response.

His body heated up and she could feel how his cock sprung to action as it did, the already big flacid cock springing to action as it turned into his meat spear, a solid girth and a length of about 12 inches was his meat. His hands shifted their position and so did his hips. A twist and a turn later and he had put Naari below him on the warm floor pinned as her wrists were being held by his one hand. "This ...." he said as his voice emitted pure anger "This is what I get for showing something ... Showing something human." he said as he looked into her eyes. His voice was on a volume almost harder than yelling "BECAUSE I HAVE GROWN COLD OF PAIN WOMAN. GROWN COLD OF IMMORTALITY AND SUFFERING. GROWN COLD OF ALL THE DEAD THAT I GUIDE TO THE NEXT LIFE, ALL THEIR STORIES HAUNT ME FOR I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING BETTER FOR THEM." he did not care to win her over, he wanted her to feel pleasure, unlike any she had felt before. Pleasure that took away pain and worries even for a few moments. Pleasure in the most carnal of ways to deliver her from this darkness. He will put the light into her, wanted or not.

Khepri's hand gently patted her cheek as smiled "But don't worry... I'll show you how loving and forgiving I can be" his hand slithered below her neck, a gentle squeeze and caress of her breasts made his intentions all the more clear. His hand slithered down more and wasted no time to go to work. His index finger gently rubbed in between her inner thigh and her womanhood until he could feel the warmth of it. He let the finger slowly glide onto the lips of her vagina and slowly slid it up and down in the hopes that he would get her physical reaction working. His head lowered as his mouth kissed her breasts with gentle care. He was not being rough, he was only delivering the pleasure that he knew she would need even if she would reject him right now. Khepri was doing this for her pleasure as well as his. He had laid eyes upon her the first time and craved this carnal pleasure. But there was more to her than he had known and he was feeling those effects right now. His mind was troubled and he needed this. He needed her.
 
She thought for a moment she had finally done it. Finally got her point across that she was uninterested in his want of carnal pleasures. However there was no denying the weird vibrations of energy she could feel around him and that was a mystery of it's own. How was she feeling the vibrations? All because she had grabbed onto his necklace, the remnants of it, in the car when she was drowning? Naari did not know, but she knew it was odd.

When he looked at her, she knew she was mistaken about finally getting through to him. He was a God afterall, and he had just shared an intimate piece of himself with her. She...she had squashed it, not able to believe such a thing in the way he reacted to people. Then...the air was knocked out of her lungs.

Naari's head spun, she had to blink a few times for eyes to refocus to the scene. He was above her, her head pressed into the cold ground, her hands above her head pinned. Green hues watched his lips form angry shrieking rumbling words at her. The bellow, the furioticy, the pain, the displeasure. So this was why he did not like human emotions, rejection, pain, fear. She should have been frightened, should have been shaking instead...she busted out laughing. Then his next words came, about the pain, the stories he had to endure. She moved to part her lips to speak, to say something but then he patted her neck and spoke again.

"Fuck you." Naari spat. "I don't want your love or forgiveness!' She gasped then, as he gripped her breasts. The feeling sent shock waves through her body and she was frozen, pale. He wasn't going to...was he? He legs snapped closed as he moved his hand down further, knowing exactly where he was going. "Stop! I told you no!" Naari was screaming, frightened. They had been having a serious talk, a serious discussion really and now...she lost track of her breath when he easily forced his fingers between her legs. She was stiff and rigid as his hands worked masterly, and she could feel the heat building where he touched. This feeling...freaked her out. He was being gentle, trying to make her enjoy it, but her instincts screamed and she started to kick. "Get off of me!" She screamed, her head jerking back as she collided with rigid muscles. No. He would not move from the force of her blows. In fact, really her attempts of freedom were all in vain as his head lowered to touch her breasts. The flesh quivered, as she shook, raggad panic breath, as he kissed her pale flesh. Her eyes tried to scan the room, anything to try to distract her from this as she thrashed, her mind shutting down. There she saw the servant girl still in the corner, bowed head.

This was weird, overwhelming, too much, too embarrassing. Naari knew she was trapped, nowhere to go, no one to save her, and she gritted her teeth. It was weird too. She could; this almost needy way he touched her, as if he was moving by instinct as she tried to kepe her legs closed, as she tried to endure this. However her body was reacting, stimulating from his warm touches and..She did not know what to do.​
 
Khepri did not seek for love or forgiveness. He knew he would not get it now or at all and this series of actions was not going to help that 'relationship' the slightest. Maybe she would understand what he was going to do to her instead of hate him for eternity. It helped him deal with the loneliness inside of him, the pure carnal pleasure of intercourse was a gift to humanity, a gift to be enjoyed and not to be withheld from anyone. It was the purest of feelings and shared between those who sought attraction, love and adoration from the other. It was a shared pleasure and it had helped slightly in the salving of his wounds which were oh so deep. The rest of the unsalved wounds he had hidden inside his mind and as he had just revealed one of them, his walls were laid bare once more. The tiny bit that he had tried to reach out to her, she had stomped into the ground as disbelief and now he had convinced himself to give her pleasure. Pleasure to forget about the pain and the sorrow. It was not the way it needed to be but he was sure to show her the release that she somehow needed.

Khepri left unphased of the thrashing and cries of Naari but continued his assault onto her body as his body absorbed blows and wrestling as if it was nothing. His body felt warm to the touch, his eyes not focused onto her but onto her body. How hard she screamed and denied that she wanted this, her body could not help but react to the soft touches that Khepri was putting onto her body. His mouth did not quake nor retract from her reactions, his tongue played with the small nub whilst he suckled on it gently. He knew how to please a woman, even if she did not want to get pleased. His mind was still deciding how far he was going to go with this. She was not ready for everything he had to offer her and he knew that.

His finger slid across her slit that slowly glistened with excitement, a natural reaction to a warm gentle touch that pleased her body. He did not know if anyone had touched her like that or if she herself had even done it. But from her reactions he knew that she had not slept with a man, she was pure and a treasure to treasure. He decided right then and there that he was not go the entire action just now. However he did still want to please her, even if she did not want his attention he was going to give it to her. His finger was joined by a second one and now the linear movement that it was doing was now changed into a different one. His fingers worked to open up the wet lips to give her more than before, a closer touch to her slit and clit. He moved his fingers faster up and down and paid more attention to the soft glistening bud of nerves to increase her pleasure. His mouth did not give up on servicing the soft mound of flesh that he had under his mouth.

All the while the servant had her head pinned to the ground. But when the screams and struggling sounded through the room, she could not do anything but move her head up to observe the scene. It was every woman's wish to be serviced by Khepri himself and word went around that he almost never serviced a woman with his hands and mouth. For her this scene was more of a gift to Naari than a punishment.
 
Her eyes slammed shut, teeth gritting as he touched her. The heat was building, the electricity killing her. It was...something unbelievable that she was not sure how to put words of. She was resisting yet..she had noticed this every time he touched her. The pulsing electric current that flowed through him, that electrified her body. It was all something she had never experienced before. Rox and her had flirted, held hands jokingly, pushed each other like playmates, but every time it had felt like being touched by someone else; numb, light. His...it was something like his essence recognized hers, needed hers and she could feel that. Feel the pull towards him, and this frightened her.

This was embarrassing. The servant had opened her eyes to watch the event and Naari was thrashing, naked, being touched by a God whose fury she had invoked more than once today. Now..now he was touching her, sucking on her pink nipple and getting it hard, his fingers expertly working to tease her folds and clit as they moistened. She could it, the wetness leaking out of her, coating his fingers and running down her ass as she kicked. Once more her food collided with his muscle, not budging it as it smashed into his leg.

"Stop!" Naari protested thrashing her head, but her breathing was changing and the warm feeling of him touching her...she knew she wanted more, her body wanted more even though she was frightened of what was to come next. It felt..pleasant. Warm and fluffy and, she whined. The sound made her tense, the way it had just slide off her tongue without warning uncontrolled. "Please stop!" Naari cried again trying to keep hold of herself, but he was experienced and he knew where to touch her when to touch her. All the sensations were way too much, and she could only lay there frightened, squirming as he played with her.​
 
There was no denying the unknown reaction in between them was felt harder and harder at this point, it was something unexplainable as if their fates had intertwined. Yet not both of them were able to put their finger on it. Was this just a pure carnal reaction or a more paved road toward another. Whatever it might have been, Khepri was giving into what he felt was going right. He knew that she did not approve of his action but he needed her to feel what he had to offer her, what pleasure could bring forth instead of feeling so much pain and disdain for him. He would show her in the way of pleasure, the most ancient of feelings and the one most pure. Even if he would not give her exactly how he wanted it to give, he knew that if he was to take her to be his, she would not forgive him just now so he was going to show her the start of what could be. He would make her question what there could be more to experience.

Khepri's body did not shift under the collision of foot and leg, he did not budge nor did he hasten up his movements because of it. He had his own rhythm and was confident in his movement. His fingers excavated her wet folds to find where her pleasure reached out the most. And where once two fingers were playing at, now a third joined into the rub of carnal enjoyment. His two outer fingers gently spread the wet lips of her pussy as his third started to put pressure onto her wettening hole, only to slowly pertrude into it and penetrate her. His movement was slow and yet steady, knowing that she would thrash around, he was not going to go fast and hurt her. Yet now as his finger slowly entered her, his other two fingers did not stay dormant. They slowly slid up and down along her folds to keep on pleasing the woman beneath him as his finger slowly arched upwards as it entered more and more of her wetness. Khepri knew what he was doing and it was that touch that allowed him to have so much confidence, even to the point where she had told him to stop.

His mouth gently formed into a smile as it played with her soft bud of flesh that hardened at his touches, his finger that pumped into her slowly but surely as it rubbed upwards onto the more sensitive part of her insides as her folds were getting a gentle massage by the rest of his work. Khepri's eyes looked up towards hers right now and as he heard her whine out of gentle satisfaction, he knew that his actions were working. It only proved his point and he would not stop until he had given her the pleasure she sought even if she did not know it herself.

Where once the slave looked upon them, now she had her face back to the ground. She wanted not to be discovered as a peeping tom, she would be in trouble if she were to be feasting her yes upon a god making love to another woman. It was forbidden. And yet that made it such a forbidden fruit, a fruit so juicy to bite in and so tempting to observe.
 
Her thoughts were slowing down, becoming nonexistent. More and more she was focusing on his touches, trying to make sense of what he was doing. What was even weirder was the fact she could hear the noises; the sounds her made around her nipple as he played with it in his mouth, the sounds of her wet pussy as his fingers glided over it before penetrating it..the wet sound it made when he slowly started to move in and out..

More whines came out of her lips, her feet smacking against his legs. She bit her bottom lip, brows furrowed. She could feel his finger rubbing against the top, hitting certain spots that made her jerk and whimper in surprise. She was panting, trying to hold onto herself, but she could feel more wetness rolling down her ass onto the ground.

"S-top.." Naari was losing herself in his attentions. He was showing her pleasure and this unspeakable thing they could feel was intensified. It was like, everywhere she was touched by him she was on fire. Yet, she wanted more of it, and more the more he continued. Even when she knew her mind was screaming at her to make him stop.​
 
The struggling and kicking lessened in frequency and ferocity, he could feel how her body had given into pleasure and was continuing to react to the soft warm touches that he had put upon her. His entire body radiated warmth, he too felt pleasure from watching her feel how he treated her and how she reacted to the onslaught of pleasure and soft expertly put movements. Her demand came out once more but now it was more distorted and half assed, he could feel how the soft trickling beads of moisture and pure lust trailed down her inner thighs and over her ass to the ground.

For the first time in this entire ordeal, Khepri's mouth released her nipple "No." The word that she had used so much against him was now returned to her as she was being pleased. His mouth returned to work as he now latched onto the other sensitive nub on her other breast. It had not received his attention but now he was going to give it to her.

As Khepri changed his assault on her upper body, so did he change his ways down below. His finger that was pumping in and out her tight hole was joined by a second, spreading her more and pleasing more. His thumb got to pressure and gently gyrate over the sensitive nub that was her clitoris as his fingers slowly picked up pase and started to pump in and out more whilst keeping themselves arched to please what was her G-spot.
 
Finally, all her thoughts had stopped as the pleasure intensified. Her feet, after kicking him a few more times, slide off his legs, resting on the floor next to his thighs. Her soles pressed firmly into the ground as they started to shake. Her whines were slipping out of her lips more frequently now, even after he had briefly let go of her nipple to refuse her. Now his lips were wrapped her other one, causing this one to react much the same.

Naari was slightly frightened by how hot her body felt. It felt like she might burn into flames as he slipped another finger inside of her. She could feel the soft throbbing, the pain of being stretched even by his fingers. Still, the way he touched her, moved his fingers like he already knew every inch of her body was driving her mad. "Oh fuck..." Naari was not entirely sure why the words had slipped out of her mouth, but they had. Her muscles were tensed, everyone of them all them tensing further. She panted, shaking and whimpering in both fear and anticipation as her body prepared, ready to explode with a feeling of pleasure she had never imagined before.​
 
As her insides squeezed harder and harder around the foreign invaders that were Khepri's fingers, he knew that she was coming close to the final moments of his treatment. He knew that she did not need much more to be sent over the edge of climax to drop into a pool extacy and satisfaction. Her release of words only reinforced that confidence of Khepri as his movement kept going in a steady fast pace, the tips of his fingers to rub across the roof of her insides, pleasuring the places he needed. Her clitoris receiving the massage that it deserved from his thumb as her nipple was gently suckled and bit upon. He was an expert but rarely give such a treatment to another lest that woman was special to him.

Khepri continued his onslaught of pleasure until he could feel, hear and even smell Naari's climax. He wanted her to feel satisfied, even if what he had done was against her will. He did not care for her opinion at that time and he had done what he needed.

Once Khepri had brought her to climax, he wanted to give her the gentle comfort. Had she grown tired and fell asleep, he would've taken her to the bedroom to lay her on the bed. If she was still awake, he would have shifted onto his back only to place her ontop of him to rest upon his warm body. Ofcourse there was still the appearance of Khepri's man spear erect and ready to work but today was not that day for that.
 
Naari was gasping for breath, her legs intensifying in shaking as he rubbed her clit. He was pushing her, trying to push her further than she wanted to go. Still he moved his fingers, hoping to coax her over that delicious edge. Her feet slide against the ground, and slowly she was building up, burning more furiously until..

A loud high pitched whine left her lips, drawn out with the feeling of her body pulsating and convulsing against him as she came. She shook, twisting and turning before her muscles gave way, relaxing and going limp as all her thoughts stopped.

Naari fought to stay awake, even when he pulled his fingers out of her. She knew he was most likely smiling at her, but she couldn't bare to look at him. Her eyes wanted to close and she couldn't fight when he lifted her up and walked her towards the bedroom to lay her on the bed. The bed was so soft and warm that Naari found herself passing out the moment she hit it, unable to keep herself awake any longer.​
 
As soft slumber embraced her entire being the woman fell asleep as she hit the sheets of the bed that he put her in. He moved gently to not wake her as he pulled the sheets gently over until they covered her rear. It was strange for him to do such a thing he did not know why he did it, it just felt quite natural. It was as if he had a bond with her, something unexplainable that made him feel this way for her. Was it his petrified heart that weakened for her rebellion ? For her passion to go back home, that same passion he once had felt for his loved ones ? He did not know but it felt right, even if she did not desire him or feel anything for him, he knew that he had serviced her well enough.

He walked back into the bathing room, took her dress and hung it to dry on a stone table inside of the sleeping room located infront of the bed. His eyes now set upon the waitress in the room and his cold image returned to normal as he walked upon the servant. "Tell anyone and you will be skinned." With fear the servant shook her head up and down as she scuffled away to grab the plate and the food and drink that was scattered of it in Khepri's and Naari's skirmish from just before. His eyes followed the servant and as she had gathered everything, he went to the entrance and opened it up to let the servant out of the room. "Bring more food and drinks for her." The servant nodded swiftly before she ran off to get more of the supplies.

His hands touched the wall next to the entrance and a hieroglyph etched into the wall. He was satisfied with he had done and he deserved some slack. He stepped into the warm bath, his back turned to the bedroom as he gently closed his eyes and started to meditate.
 
Naari was sound asleep for a few hours. The sound of her heart beating slowed down as she relaxed, letting the images of her dream float through her brain; She was in the middle of a field, her back pressed against a tree as the grass spread for miles in front of her. It dipped, down into a small slope of a hill, flowers of oranges and blues scatchered and littered the ground. There was a broken down cart in the bed of flowers, long forgotten and broken down with vines covering it. She exhaled as she looked at the view of the landscape, the houses in the distant, the birds chirping in her ear.

She wondered why she was dreaming this scene, why she was imagining it. She knew she was forgetting something, forgetting something she should be freaking out about.

"Hello..." she heard the voice and her head looked around, finding nothing but the soft breeze hit her face. Naari looked down the hill, a small woman was there now in the field of flowers. Her wardrobe looked out of date, something foreign. A long plain brown dress, white apron on top, the women's short brown hair pinned up as she looked up at Naari. "Are you lost?" Her head tilted as Naari watched her.

"Are you talking to me?" Naari wondered as she voiced. The woman smiled, nodding her head. "I don't think so..." Naari thought.

"Good!" The woman clasped her hands together, familiar was the sight. However she knew this was no one she had known in this life, she knew this was something else. "I can go fetch him if you want.."

"Fetch who?" Naari's brows furrowed, confused.

"He said you would not remember, but he's been waiting for you. Wait here!" Naari watched the woman run away, almost dancing in the flowers. She huffed, picking up her hand to look at it. Amazement struck her face as she looks at her hand, she could see the stars, the universe all in her hands. She had to be dreaming.

"Hellooo!" The man's voice hit her as she looked up. He was young, tall, suspenders on, brown pants, rough grey shirt under, a brown hat in his hand that he waved. He smiled at her, running through the trees with the woman behind him. He stopped at the edge of the hill, Naari looking at him. "You came back!" The man smiled.

"I've been here before?..." Naari looked around, this whole place did look familiar, and the woman reminded her of someone. This man...he also reminded her of someone she missed.

"Yes..many times." The man explained, his hands on his hat. "However...last time you said you would no longer remember anything...so let me introduce you again. This is my lovely wife Iona..and I am Rhion..." He pointed to the woman in the distance, Iona. Naari narrowed her eyes, why now did that name seem familiar? Why did the man's name seem familiar? He looked down when she looked at him, a smile on his face. "Your name is Amira..." Amira wasn't Naari's name, and he raised his hand his face looking at her as she moved to speak. "I am sorry. That was the name you once went by...you go by Naari now right? It means bright light, woman." The man smiled. "We named our daughter after you. She's as perfect as you said she'd be.." Naari froze, emotions floating through the dream; confusion, anger, pain, regret, love, hate, remorse, abandonment, longing...why?

"I don't understand..." Naari voiced. "Why am I having this dream?.." Naari looked in the sky, she could see the stars through the clouds of the morning sun. She never remembered having vision like this before.

"I would tell you...but you told me it would only frighten you..I can tell you this..." Rhion took a large breath in and exhaled. "I know our daughter will suffer, I know she will meet a man that chooses drugs over his family. I know he will hurt the child they have, and I know she will die without her daughter ever knowing her. I know all of this should make me angry..." Rhion shook, and Naari looked back at him. "However, I know we will love her through it all. I know she will be alright in her next life and I know...I know we will love you and protect you as much as we can...Even when you can no longer remember who you are...even when I forget you were my grandchild..." He smiled at her, and Naari rose her brows. Oh...so she was having a strange dream about her grandparents when they were young. Silly dream. "I also know...there is nothing to fear. You've taught us that." Naari's face fell, and she stood up. Confused, mad, unsure why she had dreamed this.

"Don't you get it?" Naari thought the woman Iona was speaking, she looked up to see the woman smiling at her as the baby cried in their little house. She looked at Rhion, but he too had not spoke. Still, the airy voice had spoken in her ear. She turned to her right, a figure made of pure light was standing next to her. "This isn't a dream...this was never a dream.." The woman spoke, a familiar voice...it was the same voice she had heard when she was having a near death experience. "Now.." The figure approached her, touching her shoulder. "Wake up." The touch made her float, her feet pointing to the stars. Naari grabbed the light, holding onto it as she could feel her spirit being pulled away.

"Wait! I don't understand!" The figure, the smile that appeared from it was warm and free, familiar. "Please!" Naari tried to grasp on the figure, but as quickly as it had come, it vanished in front of her, forcing her to spiral away from the vision into the stars.

Naari jerked awake in the bed. Her hands gripping the sheets in a panic as she looked around the room. She gripped her chest, peering out of the doorway into the bath as her eyes adjusted. It took her a few moments to realize where she was...she was back in ancient egypt, and there was Khepri in the water. Naari flung herself back into the bed with a grunt. Her hand was on her forehead, remembering why she had passed out, what he had done. Her face turned red, embarrassed, but she knew he had carried her to the bed. She turned looking at him..he looked deep in thought, and that dream had become a vague memory of confusion. "Set..." She needed to speak with him. Kuk had said as much, to get back to where she came. She knew Khepri had been angry with her for calling Kuk, and then events had unfolded, but she needed to get home.

Khepri looked distracted, and that was good for her. "I need Set..." Naari wondered what she needed to do to summon him. Kuk had been easy. She felt as though Set might be harder to contact. She crawled out of the bed, stumbling as she went and grabbed the dress. Naari slipped it back on, tying it together as she moved across the room, on the other side of the bed so Khepri could not see her. "Set.." Naari said softly. "Please I know you can hear me...please..Kuk said I need to seek you out.." Naari was on her knees, her back to the bed, so Khepri could not see her. "I want to go home.."​
 
Behind closed eyes, controlled breathing and balanced state a storm was brewing inside of Khepri's mind. One that he had naught control over, a memory that haunted within the vast contents that were his mind. Khepri had seen a lot since his starting reign as god of rebirth. The cycle of the sun brought light onto dark and exposed the foul nature of man, that exact nature that he sought to supress in all to bring order to what property and people he owned. The slaves he had owned were beaten soldiers of darkness, those who sought to destroy what he had built upon this natural wonder, to burn the order and descend everything into chaos.

The scent of charcoal, smoke and burning flesh travelled through the sky as black pillars of smoke had built upon themselves as the vivid red flares of burning houses and bodies brought light to the dark night that had fallen upon the city of Gathi.

Khepri could only watch from a distance as Soldiers of Set, clad in black leather armor, rounded up the remaining women, children and elderly that did not resist the assault onto the city. The women were raped, the children were beaten and abducted as every living adult above 16 years old was hung from the edges of houses to pose an example to any who still sought to resist. The streets soon grew silent, dogs feasting on the scorched bodies or searching through the rubble of the city to find their former owner. A central positioned city that was used as a trading hub now was reduced to nothing by the forces of evil as they continued on their path.

The scent .... The screams ... The pain ... All of these went through Khepri at once. Voices, Thoughts and Hopes of the people that were being slaughtered and assaulted went through him, his power and role to guide them towards their reincarnation both a blessing and a curse. Tears flooded the god's eyes as he fell to his knees, the shadow of Set had consumed this city and its people.

The memory itself brought dismay to Khepri's mind, his mind uneased by the vibrant memory of chaos and destruction. However his need for meditation was greater than the nightmare itself. His mind slowly calmed as he neutralized the memory and returned to neutrality. His golden aura returned to a shining orb that resembled the sun. However at the same time, Naari called out for Set. Begged him on her knees to send her home yet her cry for her help seemed to go unanswered.
 
Naari could barely believe her hands were together praying. Kuk had been so easy to summon, but Set was something else. She knew he was chaotic, just like Kuk, only more people feared Kuk than they did Set. For the simple reason, somewhere in Set's chaos he held a bright side, a side that had often made him help Osiris fight the demon in the sky.

She was frightened, any second Khepri could come out of his meditation and find her. What would he think or do now? He had been so agitated at her about Kuk that they had...She could still remember the feeling of his breath hitting her skin, his fingers inside her, his tongue on her breasts. The thought made her eyes open up with a reddened face. Ugh, she wanted that whole scene out of her memory, but she could still feel his touch lingering.

Naari was deep in thought when the room grew cold. Her hair rose up, floating in the air like she might have been under water, or floating in the endless sea of the sky. Her eyes opened, looking ahead at the wall that had vanished. Much like Kuk, the light of the room had been distinguished, in place of the light was darkness. However, there was still light, stars, the universe, planets, sparkled at Naari. Much like her dream, she could see everything, every star lighting the way, every planet twisting, every galaxy. The image took her breath away. Then..with her eyes captivated on the image, the pull of it, she could see something pushing out of the universe, forming into a male body. Her muscles tensed as the figure pulled out of the universe, parts of the star sticking to his face, his wrist, a leg. The man's skin was dark, blackish purple like the night sky. However the stars on the universe only appeared on the left part of his face, from the cheekbone to the temple. His left eye was bright, shining like the northen light. Half his head was bald, white hair only pooling out from the middle of his scalp and cascading down his right shoulder and back. His right eye was a deep blue, and when he looked at Naari she froze. No doubt, he stood around nine feet tall.

"How does a mortal call me?" Set looked up, seeing Khepri in the distance meditating. He smiled, white light pouring from his mouth. Now Naari understand why most of the legends said the people could not depict what kind of creature Set was. Naari herself could not fully explain it. He looked like the universe, a merge of man and stars, of darkness and light. Yet she knew that was not the case, the darkness was more apparent in him then she remembered herself being. "You are here to be his new toy..yet you come and call me to your bed." Naari turned her head to the bed, but she could not see Khepri from this angle.

"Ah!" Naari jumped when she looked forward, Set's eyes peering into her green ones. She stiffened, his dark fingers catching her hair as he breathed her in. Naari grabbed her hair, trying to jerk the strands back.

"He doesn't satisfy you, does he? I can show you all the terrible pleasures I can give you...all those frightening feelings that will make you beg to never leave me." Set smiled at her, Naari face was red, but she was mad. She smacked him. Set jerked away, standing up he looked down at her, stomping his foot next to her. The impact forced Naari off the ground into the air before she came back down, face first into the marble flooring. She grunted, head spinning. "Wasn't that fun now?" Set laughed as she lifted her head up. She closed her eyes as se lifted herself up.

"Send me home.." Naari had to be careful about this conversation. Set was already demonstrating his madness, his inability to care.

"Why? He could do this for you." Set pointed to Khepri, but he bent forward, face peering into her own once more. Naari was frightened. Set could easily break all her bones without realizing it. "Oh...you smell different than the others." Set's eyes flashed for a moment before relaxing. "I changed my mind...I will help you for a price.."

"Whatever it is I'll do it! Just let me go home!" Naari cried. She did not belong here, and this place frightened her. She just wanted to go back to a life without Gods or Goddess, without this madness. Set's lips pulled into a wicked smile. He pushed his left hand forward, pushing it on her forehead.

"You should have asked what I wanted little girl." Naari looked at him confused as his finger pulled darkness.

"What?" Naari rose her brows, but the darkness pulsed, shoving instantly into her body and making her jerk. Naari closed her eyes, and she could feel herself floating, out of body. She looked down, seeing her body collapsed on the ground as Set looked up at her. His head tilted as he looked at her, and she panicked for a moment out of her skin.

"I wonder if he knows what you are..curious thing." Set spoke, Naari opened her lips to speak but Set blew as he spoke now. "Go back to your realm child, this body belong here, this is no longer yours. Your body, your mind belong to the chaos of my mind." Naari tensed when she realized what he had done, but when she reached forward to try to grab Set, the force of his wind had sent her spiraling away from the world, from that dimension.









Naari jerked awake much like she had earlier. However this time when her eyes opened she was no longer in the bedroom, her face was smashed into the sand of a beach. Water pushed against her body waking her. She looked around, looking down at her hands and feet as she sat up with a jerk. Naari touched every part of her body, but there it was, her body. Still she could remember Set removing her from her body, pushing her into the universe and sending herself on her way back home. Shaky, she stood up, seeing the trees to her right, the ocean to her left, and she looked up. There was the lighthouse pulsing it's light in the middle of day, but Naari was lost and confused. Where was she? Why had she wanted to be here again? She could not remember, not even her name as she started to walk, wandering the shore.​
 
Amidst the changing of the room into the embodiment of the galaxy and the visit of Seth to his own temple, Khepri felt how his meditation was being disturbed. Darkness poured in from a different source, not the usual watching shadows but a more twisted and corrupting darkness seeped in from a source that he would soon know where it was from. A whispering tongue in the back of his mind that told him that his conquest was to be taken away from him, that she would never be his much like his past loved ones that were taken from him by the worshippers of Set.

A deep breath sent the pattern of controlled slow breathing into astray and as easily as he entered his balanced state, he exited it to awaken from the stasis that he had found himself in. His muscles tensed as the hint of shadows raised all his alarms. His golden aura around him once more intensified in a dark orange hue and as he rose to his feet, the golden decorated spear in his hand took form once more as he walked to the room in which he had laid to sleep Naari. At a steady pace, Khepri approached the room and peered inside only to see Naari lay down on the floor.

Without a moment to spare, Khepri rushed towards Naari as she laid there barren on the floor. Different scenarios flashed through the god’s mind and for once in a long time, he was worried about someone else than himself or his people. He was worried about one specific person and he could not figure out why, there was something to this woman that made her so interesting. So special. She was like a hidden treasure, something mysterious lurked around or inside of her, something that he wanted to find out. He wanted to know more about her, he wanted to know every inch of her. In and outside.

His hands wrapped underneath Naari’s body, the once agressive orange hue had now flowed over the entire room. His aura lightening up the room as his touch told him that she was still alive. He inhaled softly and shook her to wake her “What happened woman ?!” he was distressed but he could sense something off from the first step he had set into the room. His aura that spread was something of a self-defence mechanism. Darkness had touched this place and he wanted to make sure that she was fine.
 
The body was numb, cold to the touch, and Set had left the presence of the temple after getting what he wanted. As Khepri shook her lifeless body back, dark runes started to inscribe in her forehead were Set had touched her, some formed around her wrists, her ankles, a symbol of the trade she had made. Slowly, the eyes opened to look at him, but they were no longer her own. They were a deep purple and the smile that crept on the face of her body was similar to Set's own wicked smile.

"Khepri...how long has it been?" The voice was similar to her own, but the tone that overtook it was Set's voice. Set breathed in through her body, pushing Khepri easily away from her. Though it was apparent it was most likely one of Set's minions really controlling the lifeless corpse. It stood, stretching before placing a finger on her temple. "I remember now..I took your wife last time I was here and her..." Another wicked smile flashed over her face. The beast taking her form looked around, closing her purple eyes for a moment.

"Oh..how peculiar....It seems this is not the first time I've met your friend." It laughed, holding her stomach as it did so.







She had wondered on the beach, climbing up the mountainside to reach to the top. She looked up, towards the lighthouse, and she could see people coming to and fro the tower. Two men, arguing over things about whose turn it was to clean the lighthouse out. Naari ventured towards them, naked.

"Oh my!" One of the men turned seeing her, she looked up into the sky. She could remember Set, a deal she had made. Still, that was all she could really remember. "Are you okay miss?" The younger gentleman was looking at her naked form before the older one saw her. He dropped the box he was carrying, pulling his brown jacket off quickly.

"Willy! The lady is naked! Stop gawking at her you pervert." The older man pushed passed Willy, stepping up to her and wrapping her in the jacket. He did well to keep her eyes off her naked form. When he looked at her face, his skin prickled. The white beard tingling as he chopped down on his pipe. "Amira?..." She looked at him, raising her brows.

"Who is that?" Naari asked. She was lost. "Is that my name? Do you know who I am?" Naari touched the man and he stiffened, before exhaling deeply.

"Amira..what have you done?" The old man put his hands on his hips, but as Willy came up he huffed him away.

"Who are you?" She wondered. The old man looked at her, eyes glistening. "Where am I?" Her face settled, she had no idea where she had come from, where she was headed. He gulped, before sighing as Willy disappeared in the lighthouse.

"I am a very old friend Amira. My name is Veig..my real name that is. People here call me Og." He nodded, proud. "You don't remember anything do you? You spoke to him again, didn't you?" Veig gripped her arms shaking her as his face got closer. "I told you never to do that! Set is not the one you want to steal your memories! Amira...you have no idea who you are, the more you let Set drink your powers in..the stronger he gets." Veig ran his fingers through his white hair as he took off his hat. He was a large man in overalls. "I shoulda watched you better." Veig cursed. "I told that old fool Rhion lost his marbles when Iona died, forgot what he had promised you...I could kill that moron!" Naari looked at him, confused. Veig sighed shaking his head. "Come, let's take you back home."

"Home..." The word seemed familiar, like she had been looking for it.

"Well..at least your earthly home. I can't take you home to your real plane of existence." Veig started walking with her, down the hill to the little village.

"My...real plane of existence?" She looked at him, holding onto the jacket. "Who is Set? What did you mean my powers?" Veig patted her on the back.

"Let's get back to my place before we speak more...Kuk is listening. Once all the others start remembering who you are...everything will change." Naari's face was blank as she watched Veig's lips tighten.​
 
The now cold and stirless body that Khepri was holding did not give him much hope, his head was in turmoil as he could feel the influence of darkness across the room. Then the runes started to form over her body and Khepri's face hid none of his feelings, dark purple runes. The work of darkness ... The work of Set. The once beautifull coloured orbs of Naari now had turned into a soulless purple as they opened up to look at God of Rebirth with a wicked grin associated with them.

That voice that dominated Naari's, there was no moment of doubt as it taunted him whilst pushing him away. Khepri's aura exploded and quickly exposed the room entirely in his sunlight as his fists clenched together, the armor on his body forming once more. "Set ... Not long enough you coward ... You always avoided confrontation with me since my ascention." Khepri's hands reached outwards and as he opened his palms, shackles of pure golden energy shot out from the floor only to wrap and cuff Naari's wrists and ankles to bind her to the place. They weren't holding her down solid but they were formed to keep her body in this room.

He had done something to her and it was Khepri's duty to revert what it is he had done. "What do you mean Set ... She is not of our time. Stop spouting that nonsense as you always have done, those lying ways are not becoming of a god, even if it is a corrupted foul one. Why don't we step to our realm and fight for her. You want her as much as I do apparently so it seems only fair." Khepri knew that it was a long shot, but he was going to get the information he needed from the cowardly god, he knew that a fight between them would only end in a draw. "Release her."
 
Set was anything but dumb, he knew what was happening when the golden shackles took hold of the body. Simply he raised a brow, laughing lowly. Khepri was outraged, much like he must have been when Set had taken his wife away from him.

"You idiots always did think I was the mad God. Never wanting to understand that I knew more than all of you." Set howled a laugh, easily he lifted the body off the ground, letting it hover. He placed her hands behind her back, looking down at Khepri with that crooked smile ever plastered on her face. In some ways, it might have been a delighted sight from Naari's original scowl and angered look that she had given Khepri from the start.

"No dear boy. I have no time to waste energy on you. Why do you want this thing? Do you even know why you want it?" He turned her head, raising a brow as his purple eyes glew. A hand extended, a whistle from his lips. The wall that Set had once appeared from to Naari had shifted, complete darkness now as Set's possession of Naari's body waved its hand. "Do you know why your woman first called for me? I believe she left that part out to you. Did she not? Oh she demanded and rave for you to be Gods, oh she spoke to the heavens pleading for it. To be rid of that miserable human life. Why?" Set pursed the body's lips before grinning again.

"Did she tell you how she begged for me to enter her bed while you were out hunting? To ravish her body and show her all the pleasures a true God, a true man could give her? No...of course not." Set laughed madly. "You think I swallow just anyone into the chaos of my mind, but I choose wisely. Your wife wanted pleasures, she wanted to be a Goddess so she could be by my side pleasing me and being pleased whenever she wanted." An image flashed on the dark wall. A woman Khepri might recognize; his wife in chains in a dungeon, naked, covered in demon seed, her hands pressed together with a foggy lustful look as she prayed over and over again for Set to hear her, to give her more. His hand jerked away, the image vanishing. "I never touched such a pathetic thing. Only my minions have soiled your wife, over and over as she begged for more. Yet still, not matter how much she gets, the greedy whore wants more." Set grinned, before laughing again. The body floated back, legs kicking as the beats laughed.

"That's just it Khepri! You don't understand why you wanted to save her, why you want to keep her and claim her! I'm the only one that remembers her! I'm the only one with her real memories!" Set continued to laugh, unable to remain talking as the bubbles of victorious joy filled his darkened heart.







The village was empty, except for a few handful of people. Most of them looked like they had no idea what to do, but three or four of them had looked at Veig and Naari. It had taken them an hour to go through the village, through the woods, to get to the small stone house in the middle of nowhere on foot. Veig had let her come inside, finding a brown dress she could wear. Naari had accepted, sitting on a small wooden table before Veig had sat down, beer for both of them.

"Where are we?" There were carcass of small woodland animals hanging from the ceiling, and the whole place was a mess. Veig looked at her, drinking his mug as she had asked the question again. "Who are you?" It was hard to keep track of what he had been saying. Something about Set, about that it was not the first time she had met him. About how she should have known better and how her name was Amira. Something about her grandfather named Rhion...Rhion and Iona the names sounded so familiar.

"A home. My place." Veig grunted as he put down the mug. "We're in part of Set's mind now. You gave him more access to the realms then you know.." Naari rose a brow, confused. Veig looked at her smiling softly. "I know that makes no sense Amira. You are back on earth, back home where you belong, but no one remembers you except me. Your grandfather, Luckus, Rox..no one will remember who you are. Khepri did such a stupid thing to wipe your from this plane of existence so you would stay by his side. The moron doesn't even know why he wants you." Veig slammed his hand against the table, rattling. Naari pulled her hands back to her chest, blinking.

"Whose Khepri? Who is Luckus, Rox? I don't understand.." Naari muttered and Veig nodded.

"I'll try to explain what I can before Kuk gets wind of what Set has done. When Set remembers, he'll be sure to tell Kuk. Those two will want to be the only ones to remember who you are...and if they know and the rest of them don't..." Veig took a shaky breath. "..It could be the end of all of us. All the good in the world..in the universe.." Veig rubbed his beard as he breathed in. "Okay! Let's start! You can't remember anything, correct?" Naari nodded, watching the man. "Set has done that before. You've also been visited by other Gods that have chosen to steal your memories. Some of them did it for kindness, some did it to protect you, but those like Set and Kuk did it to keep you hidden. They want you, your power, your truths, so they can rule everything. Kuk will be able to overthrow Osiris, then he can go after the other Gods in other dimensions. Soon, all the Gods in every dimension will bow to Kuk..." Veig's lips stiffened. "Amira...you are something we need-"

A large bumping sound sounded at the door. Veig tensed as Naari looked at the wooden door. The window showed the outside, the sky had gone from light to dark instantly. Veig stood up, shaking as the door rattled. Still he looked at her, grabbing her hands to grasp her attention to him again. "You asked me who Khepri is?" Naari nodded as she looked at him. "Khepri is the ancient Egyptian God of Rebirth. He once was a human man, before his wife begged the Gods to make them Gods as well. There is more though...When Ra was taking pity on him and making him a God, Osiris had found you. Ch'in-Shu-Pao, the Chinese God of Protection was bringing to you to Osiris dimension, where the Egyptian Gods still walked with man. Osiris agreed to take you from the Chinese Gods, to give you shelter in his lands, it was then he had heard what Ra was doing; taking pity on a mortal." Veig stood, he went to the back, lifting up a spear before he hurled it at the door. A loud shriek was heard, and Naari covered her ears as the thing cried before the thudding stopped. Veig sighed as she winced. "Osiris took you with him to see Ra, and there Ra displayed what he had made. A human man into a God, Khepri. Osiris told Ra to protect you, that it was no longer safe for you in the sky. Ra agreed, but Khepri was the one to stand up." Veig cracked his neck. "None of them will remember you, but I remember everything...Khepri told you he'd protect you, keep you hidden from those evil Gods that wished to do you harm. It was then Osiris had admitted something between the four of you; He had made Khepri for this. He had made Khepri to be the God of rebirth, but he had made Khepri to be your guardian, your guide and lover..."

"How do you remember if they don't?" Naari wondered.

"Yesssss...do tell us how you remember everything Veig.." The voice hissed, the light outside going completely out. Naari stiffened, cold breath coming out. She remembered this voice, all too well.

"Kuk!" The name hit her as Veig sneered it. "I remember because I am her guard dog!" Veig lifted another spear, chucking it at the door, but the door rattled more viciously now. Naari jumped from her seat, crawling over the table to get to the other side. She scrambled, hiding behind Veig.

"Yessss...a guard dog now trapped in a mortal body." Kuk laughed, the door rattling again. "Come out come out little rabbit...I just want to play."

"Not while I still have breath in my lungs! You will not have her Kuk!" Veig chunked another spear at the door, but the wood only broke. A dark tendril shot forward, piercing Veig's chest. Naari screamed, jumping back as the spear fell from Veig's hand to the ground.

"As you wish." Kuk spoke normally now, and as Naari looked through the hole in the wall she could see the woman standing there. Naked, a Goddess with dark eyes and skin, black tattoos littering her body. "This form, you will address me as Kuket.." She grinned, the same one Set might have made. "Come out little rabbit...I want to take you home." Naari jumped, before she turned to bolt through the small house.
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The armor that before was just a visualisation of golden aura had now started to turn into an actual golden platemail armor that resembled the armor of a scarab, the armor decorated with hieroglyphs that depicted his divinity and the chestplace displayed the sun. A brightening light emitted from the symbol on his chest, bright enough to blind mortals almost as bright as the sun. He knew that Set hated the sun, he knew that it would irk him and get on his nerves. However as the armor formed and the spear seemed to emit flames on the edges of the spearpoint. "We believe that you are mad because you have no order. Wise as you might be, your methods show no strength but only chaos and destruction."

Khepri was unimpressed with the change Set made to the wall where he first appeared from. However soon enough Set knew how to spark his anger, how to get underneath Khepri's skin. His words were swords that pierced through Khepri's chest. He was not to explain himself to this piece of shit, he knew better than that. However another attempt to make Khepri explode was fired upon him as Set brought up Khepri's wife. His body gave away how angry Khepri had become as Set kept on raving about his woman. Hairs ontop of his head floated up and downwards from raw energy emitting out of his body, his eyes almost set fire to the demonic embodiment that resided in Naari. He was ready to declare war onto darkness, onto Set. However Khepri had a better idea. After a smart sigh and a shake of his head, his hair calmed down and his eyes turned to their usual stonecold stare.

Khepri looked upon him "So that's where you've taken Naari ? Inside that pathetic mind of yours ?" Khepri smirked himself "How pathetic that you did not come here in person to take her. Even if she did call for you, are you not strong enough to make your presence known like the days of old?" Khepri had shrug away the comments he gave about his wife. It hurt him inside, it burned inside that he had to remain calm under the torture Set was putting him through but he was not going to give him the satisfaction of watching Khepri explode. "Real memories ? What lies are you spouting out once more Suty." Suty, that nickname had always spited him, had always made the dark god mad at those who were stronger than him as they all used it. Khepri was going to fight fire with fire and here he stood, Naari captured inside of the chaos of Set. 'Free her. Get her out.' was all Khepri could think about.
 
"Oh but I did..." It annoyed Set that Khepri was not at all reacting to the image he had made, the truth he had spat. Set's eyes glowed, a hiss of energy emitting from the purple orbs. They flared, agitated when Khepri chose to push and hit Set's tender notes. Khepri did know how to piss the God of Chaos off, as they had done so much before.

"YOU WILL NOT ADDRESS ME AS THIS! YOU CHILD OF A GOD!" The fists that were once Naari's shook, the head snapping and cracking unnaturally at Set's flare up. Purple smoke left the nostrils, but Set had to breath in a shaky breath to calm himself. This body was not his, and under the strain of his outburst some of her skin had started to chip. Darkness was left where the skin on the side of her right face once had been. Set was changing the body, taking what he needed from her. He put the small hands behind her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling it out, letting it fall to the ground.

"This body is no longer hers." Set spoke slowly, eyes narrowed at Khepri as he called the God a liar. Set twisted, her face down dangling in front of his, hands under her chin as he raised her right brow. The motion caused more of her skin to crack like a porcelain mask, falling to the ground and revealing more darkness. Darkness...just like Set's own skin.

"I didn't remember her either. Once I touched her head and gave her what she wanted, I had what we had agreed to; her body and mind. It's amazing what you can hide in a mind, I know she doesn't remember at all." Set blew out some purple smoke rolling his eyes. Calm for the moment. "By now, Kuk knows what I know...I wonder how it is we all forgot? That part I still don't know..Something is blocking it..Oh yes Khepri of course you won't remember...but what fun would it be if I told you everything? You wouldn't believe me if I did, and even if you did, she'll never remember." Set tabbed her fingers on her head, smiling at Khepri. "A deal is a deal. She traded her mind to go home, so forever she'll never know. Every day she'll wake up, clueless as to who she is, what she is; forever trapped in my mind..Even if she is freed..her mind belongs to me." Set smiled, knowing there was nothing Khepri could do.






Naari was running as fast as she could, stumbling over objects on the ground, jumping over tables and chairs. At first she had thought the house was small, but the more doors she opened the larger it became. It was endless, a maze she could easily get lost in. That, and the moment Kuket had killed Veig she could feel the walls shaking, the floor snapping up to try to get her. The presence of Kuket in the home made it groan, and the warmth was all but gone.

She had found a cubby to hide in, tired of running and unsure why this monster had wanted her so bad. Naari ducked down, covering herself with boards and blankets to blend in, and she held her breath. She could hear it, the heavy footsteps of the Goddess that was after her.

"Little rabbit..." Kuket's voice rang over the eerie silence. "Would you like to see what your guard dog really looks like?" Kuket dropped the body on the ground, stomping on it. The body shifted from Veig's humanly appearance. A large lion like form shifted there, but it was no ordinary lion. The beast was coated in the stars, the universe visible on all points of it's skin, and where Kuket had pierced it's heart, purple glittering stars of the universe poured out on the ground. It soaked into the flooring, and the house groaned. Kuket looked down on the beast, before her head jerked up to the ceiling as she entered the room Naari hid in.

"That arrogant fool Set.." Kuket sneered, agitated, her hands pushing against the door frame. Kuket spat, black tar leaving her lips and dripping onto the ground. It coated her teeth as she barred them, talon like fingernails piercing the wood of the frame. "You can't hide little rabbit, I will find you...I will send you home!" The tar changed when it hit the ground, turning into snakes with black runes glowing on their bodies. "Find her.." Kuket grumbled, a mass swarm of snakes darted away from Kuket as she snapped her head back to look up at the ceiling.

Naari screamed when a snake found her, going under the rumble to see the girl scrunched into a ball. The snake didn't move to strike her, but instead it was Kuket who pulled the boards away to reveal the girl. Now, the tar had vanished from her face. Kuket extended a hand to Naari, a cold expression on her face.

"There's nothing to fear." Kuket smiled, but Naari was not sure if she wanted to buy it. "Come now, take my hand little rabbit." Naari shook her head, and Kuket sighed deeply. She raised her left hand, fingers snapping together. Tar formed between the fingers as she moved them as though she was playing an instrument, bones snapping in the background made Naari shiver.

"Your friend is fine...see?" Veig, the true form of Veig slowly walked over to the two of them. Naari looked at it, amazed by the outward appearance of the beast, but tar was dripping from it's mouth, and his eyes were black. In a way, she should have known this was not him, but she could not remember. "See? Veig's fine...he just needed some gentle love and care." Kuket smiled, rubbing under the beasts chin. Naari grabbed Kuket's extended hand, allowing the Goddess to pull her up onto her feet. Kuket was much taller than the small form of Naari, and she peered down at the girl with cold eyes. "Now..LEt's get you back to Khepri's side..." Kuket smiled devilishly. "Set! It's time...make her forget, make him forget what idiot words you have told him. It's best if we are the only two to know..." Kuket looked back at Naari, smiling. "We'll keep you safe.." But the words were lies, Kuket wanted the other Gods to be in the dark, mainly Khepri. They knew they could only squander her power and eat it if the other Gods were blind to them. Kuket put her fingers to Naari's forehead, much like Set had done. "Forget." Kuket whispered. Naari blinked, before passing out.




Set's eyes flared as he looked at Khepri, before smiling. "Oh, how silly of me..It seems we've run out of time." Set smiled, before pushing more dark air out of it's mouth. "Time to forget Khepri..you'll wake up, remember nothing of this conversation, only that she had passed out on the floor..and you'll wake in your bed with her by your side." Set knew he could do this, with the power he was stealing and Kuket's help, he could make any God or Goddess forget. Such was the power of the maddened God.

As quickly as Set had came, with a puff of black magic and smoke he was gone, with the body he had stolen. Khepri thought he could keep Set there, but Kuket was stronger than Khepri by himself, and now with draining Naari's powers, they both would be stronger. At first the room was dark, before flashing back to it's normal color, and when the light appeared again, Naari was back in the bed curled up. Her back to the ceiling, the sheets over her, and deep asleep. As though, the event had never happened.​
 
As Set, the mad god, actually got impatient, vile and angry at Khepri, he knew that he had struck a sensitive cord. "Oh but Suty, you should know better than that. I am on equal footing to you after all. Our past has shown this and our status has shown that. I am the morning sun. I am the one who brings the light onto others. You are nothing but an idol of chaos that does not even get worshipped. You are feared. None of your followers love you, all they do is fear the mighty Suty." he knew far too well how it angered the god. He thought of himself highly and yet he was cautious around Khepri because he knew that he was next to Ra. Ra the father of sun, who was sun of the midday. "Oh how I pity you Suty, you have never felt true love. You have always needed to force yourself on goddesses and human females." he smirked widely as if to spite the god himself even more. However Khepri did not get the opportunity to enjoy it more.

Khepri shook his head "You have seen it time and time again Set, you never get to keep anything. All you do is lie, deceit and cheat. Why do you think you still stand as you are. You have not advanced at all, you have stayed stationary. I will retrieve that body and mind from your captivity. It is not yours to hold but hers to keep. We will see in the future." Khepri was not faced at all by what Set was saying, he didn't let it show to him at all. However it was not soon before Khepri's lights were dimmed.

As he awoke, he was sitting back in the warm bath as he was meditating there. His breathing had heightened gently but he thought naught of it as he looked behind him and saw that Naari was still laid down in her bed, the sheet covered her rear just barely as she was sound asleep. By now the servant had brought a new plate of food and drinks and had put it down silently on the table infront of the bed. Khepri remained sitting as he faked meditating once more only to see how she would respond after she awoke.
 
The sound of clanking dishes disturbed her. She jerked awake, sitting up in the bed much like she had done earlier, but the dream she had was full of darkness and nothing more. Naari looked around, rubbing her eyes as she spotted the servant. She raised a brow, watching the girl set the tray down next to the bed on a table before bowing and scampering away. Her green eyes looked around, furrowed really as she spotted Khepri.

Something felt insanely wrong about all of this, yet she could not put her finger on it as she crawled out of bed. Naari was still naked as she left the room, looking at the ceilings and the man who was in the bath, meditating.

"Excuse me...I hate to interrupt but...where are we?" Naari wondered as she looked at him. "Do I know you?" Set had kept true to his words that the whole event would act like it had never happened, yet he had been true that she would not remember. Kuket had wanted as much. Kuket or Kuk, always seemed to get what it wanted. Naari was a bit nervous, unsure how to approach the man. "Do you know who I am?" She finally asked after a moment of pause.​
 
As the servant left the place in a hurry, the clattering of the plate woke up Naari and the barren footsteps on the decorated stones gave away that Naari approached him. However he did not expect what she was about to say. Did she not remember him or herself ? He did not know how to respond at first, his mind finding no words to tell her. He stood up gently and looked towards Naari, he himself was buck naked as well and his flacid manhood swung mighty between his legs. "Do you remember nothing ?" He waited for her responce as he tried to find the words to explain it to her. How was he to explain to her that she was from a world different from this one ? That she was talking to a god ? It was going to be a difficult talk but he was going to tell her what he wanted.

Khepri inhaled gently before he started to explain to her. "You are in the lower quarters of my temple, I am the God of Rebirth, Khepri." he said gently as he showed her his hand that glowed a gentle golden aura. "You are to be my woman, you have been chosen by me to become my woman for now until the end of times." he was not lying in a way, he was able to use this situation. "However there is something different about you. You are not from this world. You were in a deadly accident and I saved you from your world into mine. There was no other way and now you are stuck in this world as my woman to be." Khepri watched her reaction closely. He wanted to know how she felt about it, this entire situation that he just laid bare towards her. He had some details back and he was being gentle towards her for the time being. He did not know if she was playing with him or what but he hadn't lied at all. He was unsure about this situation himself, something felt off but he could not put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

"Your name is Naari" his hand took hold of her wrist and put her down to sit on the edge of the bath. She needed the seat to process what he just told her.
 
It was like she was a child, innocent and unsure. She rubbed her arm, looking at him as he finally came to and recognized her. The expression he made, made something of disbelief, mistrust. Had she said something wrong? She rubbed her head, watching as he spoke and explained where she was, who he was, who she was to him, and what he was. The golden Aura made her jump a bit, and she looked at him puzzled as he spoke about her being from a different world.

"I can't remember anything.." Naari admitted, and when he told her the name she went by she gave him a puzzled expression. "Are you sure that's my name? It doesn't feel right..." She did not fight with him when he sat her down, letting her feet dip into the warm pool.

"Did I hit my head?" Naari wondered as he spoke about all this, but he was cautious. "In my accident...is that why I can't remember?" Naari placed a hand on her face sighing. She was curious as she kicked her feet back and forth. "Is that why you choose me to be your woman? Because I'm not from this world?" She looked up at him, confused. "How long have I been here with you I wonder..."​
 
She remembered nothing ... Not even her name felt familiar to her and she did not recognize this place nor him. It was strange for him as he did not know what caused this all, all he could remember was that he gave her the pleasure that she needed and put her to bed and now she hadn't a single clue of what or who she was. Did she have a shock reaction to what he had done to her ? It couldn't have been that. He couldn't think of anything that would make her lose her memory. He decided to not think of it anymore and get her to relax. "You were wounded when I pulled you from the vehicle that you were in but nothing too mayor. I cared for you and made sure that you were safe. So I do not think that it is something involved with that."

"I chose you to be my woman because I saved you from your death. You are a special woman and there is something special about you." he laid his glowing hand on her thigh gently and she could feel how his hand and the golden aura gave her gentle warmth. "I am not here to hurt you. I am your god now and it is my duty to protect you." He smiled gently "If Naari does not sound right, what do you want to be called then ? I have learnt your name to be Naari and nothing else."

A soft sigh later and a slide of his body as he lowered himself into the warm bath. "Join me" he said in quite a commanding tone. "You have been here with me for a couple of days now." he said as he waited for her to join him in the bath.
 
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