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Chapter Thirty-Five
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The basement in the museum was full of unused or broken exhibits awaiting repair or rotation. Mr Montford was strongly against throwing anything away, not just due to financial constraints. It was easier to mend things or store them for later use, not to mention he adjusted themes to suit school studies.
Dust hung in the air like spiritual mist and cobwebs balled in every corner they could find, the spiders long gone and only the dehydrated remains of past meals remaining.
Am-Heh's rage was all too clear, cracks lining the walls and damp patches soaking through from outside, causing a rusted red stain, trailing like blood vessels over the stone.
Ash hated it. Sensing ghosts everything, attached to the carefully relics of the past, still guarding the belongings that had been taken from their tombs.
Once upon a time he had laughed at himself, snorting at the immaturity of believing in such nonsense. Now, he was more nervous than
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While the humans worked their fingers to the bone in what seemed, to them at least, to be a fruitless endeavour, broken only by sparks of hope that were soon extinguished on closer view, the Gods were also working. Atum pored over his writings and observations, untouched and unread for centuries, jotting down the old formulas and calculations he needed to bring his powers back to the forefront and instil in his possessions. The ingredients made him cringe. The herbs and insects were not known in this country and some were thought to be extinct. "They will not be," he muttered, reaching for his pipe and pressing down the piquant mix of tobacco. "Only hidden and cultivating in the hands of one who appreciates their glory." He moved across to the bookcase where a domed crystal sat beside old and new books, the soft blue hue constantly glowing and crafting a strange light from its polished surface. Even the dus
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Shu was both pleased and relieved that the statue had been discovered, along with one of the amulets. But he shook his head when Marie offered it."No, I shall take the statue but keep the amulet, it is important but your safety is paramount. If need be, it can be used as a bargaining chip." He looked sorrowful, brushing a ringlet of her hair that whispered over her cheek. "You saw how it worked before. I will keep my hopes that it will not be necessary, but it is there.""Thank you," Marie nodded solemnly, slipping the piece into the folds of her cardigan. "I hope not too, but I'm fast learning that hoping doesn't give you anything."She swallowed, wanting to ask about Isaac but feared any answer. She wanted to ask about what the Gods were planning, but the same applied, fear tied a tourniquet about her vocal cords.Outside, a small group of the risen damned hammered at the door, not phased when spl
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'Be wary. For my favour to you cannot be made evident. I shall treat you no differently within the sight and ear of others. The envy of mortals is a perilous path that one should fear to tread.'Am-Heh would be cautious they were not seen together often. Aware of the challenges of observation. Despite their better knowledge, the humans earthly moral code was still engrained, strict and stern. And his status in their eyes, as one of the more ruthless deities, could not be wounded.Any show of softness on his part could be seen as weakness.And it would make life harder for Ishaq. Something he shouldn't care about, but did.He needn't have spoken. Ishaq was aware of the learned bias of others, as well as the catty envy that spurred them to peer for any fault or sense of favouritism that could be jumped upon, making everyone's day a misery.Bowing low, Ishaq backed from the room. The war
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Ishaq couldn't air a scream as the beast crawled onto the stone tablet towards him. His voice had fled. His eyes riveted on the crude dagger held in the hirsute fist."You reek of purity," Babi leered, droplets of salvia dripping from his chin in anticipation. "And you have the added delight of being favoured and adored. It makes for a delicacy like no other."He leapt with ease, landing akimbo over Ishaq's form. The light from the failing lamp casting a ghastly flicker over his grotesque features and distorting them all the more.Ishaq could barely breathe, knowing it was soon to cease altogether. His head fell back, compelled by some unseen force, making his neck as weak as the stems that held the floral crowns in the fields.He stared at the darkness swelling above him, hoping beyond hope that this was a cruel dream he could suddenly awaken from."I yield my wrath against He that destro
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Zuberi kept a low profile when he returned, working quietly with only an iota of acid spat at anyone who dared push a conversation.It lessened any suspicion that would have occurred had he simply gone about duties with no complaint. He knew his reputation.The butler had decided to play a safer game, rather than questioning directly. There was scant chance of finding truth under interrogation and even though his method took more time, it was safer than running the risk of warning and rumour spreading.Those who served the Gods were not always pious, and the worst was easy to bring out.Despondency had begun to settle on him as the days passed and nothing had been discovered. In fact, he had just started to admit defeat. The palace had taken on the feeling of a tomb of the living, the occupations moving uneasily and mindlessly about their duties whilst their master bore out his hours in fits of dejection or wicked ire.T
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The sky yawned wide across the gardens, unlimited in its blackness, both comforting and menacing. Once, it had held some solace to Zuberi, able to lose himself in its infinity as he counted and admired the winking stars.This evening the purple patchwork did little to quell his rising anxiety, it simply reminded him of bruised skin, beaten and blackened for grievous sin.The emerald grass was soft under his feet, giving the feel of walking on crafted velvet. Tiny blooms peeked out from the blades, attracting strange insects that went on to pollinate the food of the Gods.Around him, grand trees curved, forming a bower over the gravel path he was ignoring. Between them, exotic plants stood proud, emitting a perfume like no other.Even in his haven of beauty, he felt the unsettling sensation of someone watching him from nearby by. Turning around he was only slightly relieved to see Mandisa, her canny eyes watching from the hood o
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Like the sky above in the mortal realm, the atmosphere within the palace walls was thunderous. A brewing storm raging in the silence.Sitting alone in her prayer corner, Mandisa trembled. There was a coldness circulating and every person she had come across that day had retreated to their quarters.No work had been accomplished that day, all hands had been idle or clasping in their laps. None could place the discontent that gained ground every second, but all were waiting for it to flourish and ignite.She wrapped her haik about her shoulders, whispering prayers under her breath but couldn't shake the fear of the rising tempest that she knew was about to strike.At one minute past midnight, it broke. A monsoon of blood and terror.The walls became stained with scarlet, flesh clung to every surface, torn from the bones of even the most innocent. Not one living being was spared the wrath.
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"Here, your first taste of reward."Harrison held his hand out, staring as a shimmering coin was dropped into it. The engraving sang of age, even if the surface was pristine.He turned it over slowly, feeling his henchmen lean over to get a better look.The warehouse echoed with back word, enhancing the aura of power, and one almost feared the heavy iron girders that supported the ramshackle roof would give if disturbed even more.In the corner Aiden sat, watching silently and shrinkingly. His only move was to stoke a small, controlled fire he had kindled to give some light to the dark and some consolation to his own soul. It offered little warmth but much smoke that he watched curl up and twist out the gaps above.His leg still smarted if he moved too much and he couldn't help but wonder why he was even being kept alive, except to suffer.The glimmer of gold caught his attention, wanin
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The dogs ran rampant through the living dead. Limbs flew, congealed blood oozed and the smell of rotting flesh permeated the air even more.Those who tried to fight back, biting and clawing were soon defeated, their blackened teeth unable to even scratch the thick skin.Blood and foam frothed at the mouths, neither willing to allow the rancid meat to drop down their gullets. They still remembered the luscious fresh meat that had been given in their best. Tender and prepared with care. What they caught now, on those rare occasions they needed to feed, was not a patch on it.And these beings were not fit for rats.They ignored the humans, save for knocking some over. None seemed injured, even if they hit the concrete hard enough to break a bone. They simply sat up, or lay there. Dazed and in a world of their own. With no voices ringing in their heads, their addled minds forged on to return to normal.They had long since given up on trying to understand anything.When they finished here,
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You have changed me by your love.Thus say I in my heart,In my soul, at my prayers:"I lack my commander tonight,I am as one dwelling in a tomb."Be you but in health and strength,Then the nearness of your countenanceSheds delight, by reason of your well-being,Over a heart, which seeks you with longing.Time felt as if it were slowing down as Isaac made his way over the debris and towards where the horrors had occurred. Everything frozen in eerie stillness under the decrepit skyline.Dust puffed up with each step he took, his heart beating harder as the shell of the main room opened up to greet him.Immediately he saw Atum, shifting from one foot to another as if he had a cramp he couldn't release. The look in the older God's eyes immediately heightened his anxiety and he hastened forward, only to be stopped when Atum lifted his hand.What is written on the brow would inevitably be seen by the eye and his silence said more than his words."Do not allow yourself to weaken. Your st
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The door shook with the force of the crowd outside, throwing themselves against it blindly. Three had moved to the window and already, their palms were bleeding as the glass cracked and pierced their skin, staining the shards red. Mr Montford and Ash hauled a small book case across the room. The carpet and their haste making it all the more difficult. If there was something for it to snag on or get caught on, then it did. Penalty, perhaps, for dumping its contents into an unsightly pile as if they were logs for the fire. "Is there an attic?" Marie called as she leaned against the sideboard they'd positioned at the door. The drawers already flung from their cubby with the force from outside. "A basement is no good, we'd be completely trapped. But an attic...that seems safer." "I didn't see," Mr Montford answered, sweat pouring from his brow and impeding his grip. "I doubt it. I remember these houses being built. People exchanged attics for garages, easier to access." "And they didn
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Shu beckoned the mortals down one of the alleyways that cut through the buildings to the once bustling streets. People had emerged, loitering hopelessly about the abandoned cars, their eyes glazed and their ears deaf to anything but the words of an unseen being."I cannot guide you to safety," Shu said, his voice full of remorse. "I must find Atum. This battle will ricochet about the world, and you humans do enough damage without the added help. Please," he looked at the four imploring. "These humans are bedevilled. If you can avoid harming them, I would be grateful.""We won't," Isaac spoke up, still struggling with the tight ropes about him. Try and they might, the bonds refused to give. "But you must tell Atum that Am-Heh is not behind all of this. There has to be mercy in him." Tears stung his eyes. Glistening droplets he swiftly blinked back. His voice becoming soft. "I don't want to lose him."Shu gazed at him. Lost for words. No reassurance could be uttered, he couldn't read At
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A shrill shriek shattered the atmosphere as Babi tore towards Am-Heh, the sword raised high. It swung down, shattering through the arm of the reaching demon.One bite from the blade meant agony. And the wail that left the putrid mouth told of it.The eyes glazed with bubbling anger, and it swung, showering the area in burning blood. All the while trying to rise further, stopped only by the undigested meal in its stomach.Mr Montford grimaced as the warm blood descended, trickling in thick droplets like the vilest of rain. It wouldn't stop him. One dig he was on, many moons ago, never stopped even when they hit a sewage pipe.Although it delayed them when trying to clean. And when the local authorities got involved to remedy it.He slipped on the gore, trying his best to avoid it as he made his way over to where Ash indicated. As he neared, the air seemed to become thicker, as if he was walking through tar or against a high wind.His breath became harsh as the pressure became stronger.
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Am-Heh didn't baulk at the chaotic sight that met him. Instead, he looked with disdain at the gangly beast that was struggling to free itself and the summoned spirits that hissed at it.It seemed humans were not the only beings that refused to work in tandem.He offered a curt nod as the injured Templar. His use, and that of the others, were over. The last thing was to strengthen the rising forces, and his blood would suffice.It would give the might to break the chains but keep him tethered until, and if, he was required.He didn't watch as the broken body struggled to its feet, stumbling over the remains of his shattered horse, wielding his sword. He heard the clang of steel, the swing striking tough, leathery skin that refused to break under the blade. In the corner of his vision, he saw sparks as the steel chipped, flakes of flesh flying amongst them. He could picture the defeat from the violent, wet noises that sounded beh
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In Egypt; Anubis watched as the city smouldered. The cyclone sliding back down from the bubbling skies like a reverse volcano, sweeping away the crumbled remains of homes and business.He hung his head, feeling powerless for once in his long existence. The help he could give was like sharing a grain of rice among a starving village.Worthless.In London; the Thames bubbled. Strange beasts rose and fell in the boiling water that threatened to burst the banks and roast alive anyone who fell in its path.People sheltered in basements, in attics and had even pried the covers off manholes, only to find the threat beneath just as great.In Africa; the rich were crushed by the opulence they had hoarded, money unable to save them from the rage of nature. And the poor cowered, finding dents in the ground or concealed hidey-holes in desperate attempts to shield the most needy of them all.All over the world, s
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Kyle had no idea on how to approach the gathered dead. It seemed, rather stereotypically, a blow to their skulls finished them, but there were more than ten of them. Not to mention the mounted templar who, eyeless as he was, looked thirsty for more blood to stain his hands."Why are you listening to him?" Marie whispered, lifting her voice enough to be heard over the grunts and groans. She wasn't sure why she was showing him any pity, not after what he'd done. She assumed it was just her social conscious, and the strict teaching of her mother, never to turn ones' back. "You could do so much better.""Shut your mouth," Kyle snapped, feeling Babi's icy gaze on him. "You don't know anything! This is my only chance in life to get anywhere, to get anything. Life doesn't care about people like me.""I thought that. Once."Kyle wrinkled with nose and picked up a fallen plank. It would do. With enou
