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Chapter Forty-One
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.
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Three
"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
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Four
A thin mist trickled from the sickly scented fluid that burned in vial. Its odour was a merge of death and life, crafting sensations of unease and uncertainty.It was a wise smell. Knowing more than it would ever give away, even when created by the great God himself.Atum watched with baited breath, knitting his fingers together as it wisped about the old map, dipping and tripping as it searched.Slowly and surely, it began to settle over an area, on closer inspection Atum saw it was an old churchyard just outside the outskirts of the city."I should have known," he muttered irritably "blasted grave robbers never had any care or respect. The curses that befell them were fitting, albeit perhaps rather too lenient when one considers the damage they did." He unconsciously ground his teeth, stopping only when his jaw began to ache. "Have they no respect for the dead or their resting place?"He gave a sigh and s
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Five
Am-Heh's presence was being felt all over the globe, and none felt it more than Isaac who watched the earth below in the strange reflection of the mirrored panel and waited with baited breath for the God's return.It was with both fear and eagerness that he waited to see that bright doorway appear and open, all those memories awake and illuminated in his mind. He needed to speak, open the others soul and tear free the memories that were linked with his own.Only then, he truly believed, would the air be cleared and perhaps, with every God's blessing, the world could be restored to what passed as normal.He clutched the amulet hanging about his neck, feeling the warmth throb from within. It was disconcerting to think that his own blood and flesh had been responsible for its creation."The key to the past and the future," he muttered as he got to his feet to catch a soft breeze that had started to flow through the w
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Six
Aiden looked on in repulsion as the black dog lunged forward and seized the ungainly corpse in its maws. Thick blood spilled over the ground and all life was shaken from it. Hurling the limp remains to the ground, the beast tore what meat it could, rejecting much of it, too rancid even for his stomach. The smell of rotten meat filled the near vicinity, making Aiden heave, bile burning his already dry throat and making the nausea worse. He couldn't deny the attack worked. The approaching dead stopped in their tracks, looking hungrily at Aiden but making no further movement. Their eyes, if indeed they had them, flitted to the scattered flesh, ready to clear it up once the pair had passed. "Thanks," Aiden muttered, keeping close as he limped along. "Dunno if you can understand, but seems like I should thank you." The dog cast a sideways look at him but made no sign of hearing the gratitude in his voice
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Seven
Isaac managed to stop himself diving for cover as a brilliant flash illuminated the room. A spinning vortex tore open the air and Am-Heh emerged.Gone were the modern articles of clothing, the constricting garments piquing his heightened irritation, replaced by the freedom of the old attire.Looking at him, Isaac felt the old feeling of awe and adoration kindle inside, a sense of nostalgia for the days of old and could almost feel the stifling desert heat."I sense disturbance," Am-Heh said, his eyes dark. "The scent of another God. What a surprise, they never do learn to mind their own business." His hawkish gaze fell of Isaac. "I hope you had common sense enough to bite your tongue, careless talk could mean losing it.""It was Shu," Isaac's stomach sank. "And no, I didn't say anything he didn't already know. How can I? It's not like you've really opened up to me." His looked up, his soft eyes feeling like needle
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Eight
Aiden stepped cautiously over the rubble that half blocked the doorway, the remains of the frame and the crumpled metal of the once strong occupant, the lock the only thing still intact.Beyond, the shadows stretched into nothing in the long corridor, the only chinks of light flickering like willow-the-wisp from under sealed doors."Watch your step," Aiden warned, holding the wall as he worked his one leg. He was starting to get the hang of it now, but that didn't mean he wanted to fall flat on his face and practice getting up. "These places have been going to wrack and ruin for years. If you're a bit of a prude, I'd avoid paying too much mind to the graffiti, it's pretty colourful in parts."Ash chuckled politely at the attempt to lift the mood, moving around to offer an arm. The darkness was so thick, one slip and Lord knew what one would land on. Already his mind was working overtime, imagining all sorts of ghouls and long-legged b
The Forgotten God Chapter Forty-Nine
Shu had appeared at the door of the museum. He scanned the streets, empty save for a sheet of newspaper rolling like a tumbleweed in an attempt to avoid catching fire.It's luck soon ran out and it vanishing into a pile of grey ash, flying away to the four winds."Where are they?" He muttered, wringing his hands anxiously. "They should surely have been back by now."Am-Heh was not near, he couldn't sense his presence and cloaking such power took a grand effort, one that was seen as too much to bother with."Something is wrong," he took to the heated air, swatting the cinders as the wind whirled them about him. "And I must find out what. The sword cannot fall into the wrong hands."--Atum watched in disbelief as the sword's presence vanished from the map before him. No trace or slither of its power revealed it.Stupidly, for the want of any other action, he picked up and the chart and shook it
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