Am-Heh paced restlessly. A soft sheen of nervous sweat clung to his brow, dashed away when he turned by the whirl of hair.Irritation blended in with the anxiety. Looking down to see no more fire falling was a sign he had again succumbed to Isaac's wiles. He could only placate himself with the reminder that the rest of the world still endured. He had ended the city, and the city alone. That had been resented. He was furious with the human who had turned to Babi, and not returned to him as demanded. Angry with himself for thinking he would. "His life will be miserable enough..." He stopped still and looked back, focusing on the blood of the crow that still ran in him, giving him a view far closer than what should be. "I cannot linger here until called," he felt his fingers curl into tight fists. "It will drive me mad, I never sat around and watched others face the fire. Such cowardice might be the bluster of the leaders today, but it i

It had been some time when Atum had last entered the centre of a city. He sometimes frequented wine-bars, mingled at the more exclusive clubs, but they were often set away from the general hub. The wear and tear of life assaulted his senses every time he looked at the towering offices and slumped figures in their suits, carrying the majority of their life in a branded briefcase. The luxurious cars went past, carrying their bosses and showing off the wealth they had at the expense of their workers. Yet still some refused to acknowledge it. Even like this, desolate and quiet, it still reeked of corruption and capitalism. Although that was perhaps not quite as bad as the dead and dying, the stanch of rot and welling chaos. "Lead me to the museum," Atum ordered. "The potion I have needs a better vessel and I should be able to find one there. The residue of history adds potency to these charms, heightens them."

Whatever spirit inhabited his body had no fear of pain, it hadn't in life and certainly not in death. Blood stained Aiden's leg and broken glass cut into his hands but all Aiden himself felt was a dull ache.Above him, a crow flew, giving Am-Heh a view of what was happening so he didn't need to follow. He was pulled onto his haunches, a gurgle coming from his throat. Aiden felt something dribble from the side of his mouth. Blood? Salvia? He couldn't tell. Even though his blood had run cold at the approaching shadow, malformed and hunched, the spirit seemed excited. Waiting with tense expectancy for Babi to appear. It did not need to wait long. The God, ungainly he might be, was swift when needed. His dark eyes took in the wretched form, slowly trailing the body that was no longer inhabited by one he could call a slave. But that aside, the blood was still useful, even if the person was not.And, although he

The earth trembled as you passed by,        Turning everything sacred as you walked.         And you set your blue eyes upon me for the first time,        speaking at me with the depth of the night         ...like a nightingale who doesn't need its wings to fly.        What a blessing it is to be worthy of your look.         I have seen rain on the desert,        and all impossible things coming true.         All of my prayers carry your name.       &nbs

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