The Seed

And as she bled, all of Amenthes cried out....


She held him in her arms, his skin pale with death...."never again will they take you from me" She whispered softly and the one they call Azrael opened his eyes. He stared blankly up at her not knowing exactly what had transpired. "What happened?" he managed to ask, his voice cracked and dry.

"The inevitable, but never again My Azrael."

She ran a hand through his thick black hair, the wind carrying the soft strands. He looked uncomfortable...One would...Death himself had died.

And what of the others he wondered...She saw the look in his eyes, "They as well, Only Anomolus, Anket, The Sandalio, and the Priestess remain". She felt his pain, and his anger...just what had taken his favorite of the Amenthiens...The Twin Sandalius Amenei...

Kheresket for the first time began to cry, and with her the clouds bled.

Azrael never in his former life ever witnessed her pain, only felt it like the other Amenthiens. There was no sign of Nephthys in her...what will happen to Amenthes? There were so many questions left unanswered. Azrael stood and held out his hand to the Goddess, the Queen of the Realms, and she took it gladly, they walked the long stretch of the desert together the great walls surrounding House Madira standing tall casting it's shadow.

Kheresket paused, weakened by the blood loss...to raise the dead and the undead took alot of her strength and her power. As they approached the gates Anomolus appeared from behind them catching the Lady as she fell. He lifted her into his arms, and wiped away the remainder of her tears, and brushed his lips against hers. "Will she be ok?" Azrael asked his Father..."That My son..I am not sure of."


To be continued still....

~Lady of Madira™ ©2012 F.G.E. All Respective Rights Reserved

I bind thee...

The winds calmed to simple whispers, as she walked across the vast desert of Amenthes. She was furious, but smiled all the same. As she approached the central circle, the clouds of the sky began to swirl. Kheresket kneeled to the ground digging with her hands. She held her hand up and looked into the sand, whispering in the ancient Amenthien tongue, words long forgotten. She held up her hand allowing the wind to carry the sand away from her as she continued to speak.

And at that moment it was as if the sky began to converse with it's thunderous cries, she continued to speak the words just as the calls from the Sandalio wailed in the distance. Over and over she spoke softly, and all of Amenthes groaned in it's wake.

Taking a small knife from the belt of her robes, she pierced the skin of her hands, the blood dripping onto the ground...again she spoke the words.

"Azrael, My Azrael with the blood of my wounds, I bind thee...."