A Crimson dress shirt he wore with loose black pants. His fingers, wrist and neck, adorned with jewels of blood diamonds.
A slick silver necklace with a blood diamond pendant draping down his neck.
Silver rings with crimson text embedded in them.
Egyptian bracelets, one on each hand.
Ancient inscriptions tattooed all over his body.
He led his guests into his abode, his every step intentional. Before them stood a large Caribbean palm and golden double door with bronze door handles.
He swung them open with so much ease, they looked lighter than they seemed. As they made their way in, pure white LEDs lit up at the four corners of the room revealing the grand artistry the place held.
A large portrait illustrating Pharaoh Tut on a horse in the Valley Of The Kings. Another portrait of what seemed to be him holding two crystal balls on each hand.
On the left was a red fiery ball, inside it were the numbers "666" the devil's sign.
And on the right was a white & teal ball with what seemed to be clouds emitting from it. In it was the Cross and Bible verses.
At the top of the room was a mighty golden chandelier with waterdrop shaped emeralds dangling from it. Inside it wad a red looking bulb thingy they couldn't wrap their minds around.
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Pharaoh
RomanceFrom the highest of clouds he fell. Fell for love, was dragged down and corrupted.