𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 ¹ (moon knight x reader)

1 - SALVATION

(Y/N) pov

I've always had a fasination with history and mythology.

I don't really know when it started, or how, but the extent of the slight obsession dragged me here. A painful regret I now possess.

Applying for a job at a museum.

Now, don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the wonders of the Greek tales, and the Egyptian gods, but not when I have one down my ear every second of the day.

But how did I end up with one of the worst gods choosing me as his avatar?

Seth.
God of chaos, disorder, warfare, and any other words stemming from 'violence'. Or in my words, a ginormous pain in the ass.

With the amount of warnings he has gotten from the ennard, the day the old bastard gets turned into stone will most likely be the happiest day of my life.

Although, I do owe him somewhat of a debt. According to him, that is. It all started when he chose me to be his avatar, however that day holds memories I'd rather not think about.

As I wandered away through the vast landscapes of the desert, my mind was in fragments, studying the aftermath of what had just happened.

I had barely managed to get myself out of the house alive, and was too disoriented to process the events that had just unfolded.

"Get out whilst you still can. Leave us here. We won't be able to make it out in time." My father whispered, in agony from the attack he and my brother had just faced.

''No... theres no fucking way I'm leaving you both here to die. We are all going to be fine, okay? Listen to me, dad. I'm getting you both out of here." I reassured my father, as his eyes slipped in and out of consciousness.

"No. Get out of here... (Y/N). I'm not losing both of my children today.'' He heaved, using all of his strength to mutter out his words. ''We'll be okay. I'll watch over you (Y/N). But I need you to get out of here... whilst you still have the chance. Just promise me you won't live your life full of regret okay? Go and see the world, habibi.''

"I promise you, dad. I love you more than anything." I said, holding his hand tight as tears welled in my eyes.

"I'll always be with you, (Y/N). Never forget that." My father whispered, his eyes shutting whilst he took his last breath.

"No, no, no. Dad...'' I sobbed, running my shaking hands along his lifeless face when I heard another explosion coming from outside.

''Get up, (Y/N), and get out. Run out the back. They're almost here.'' I heard a voice speak, as if it was in the deepest part of my mind.

"Not this again, for fucks sake. These goddamn voices. I don't know how many times I have to say it, but get the fuck out of my head. You. aren't. real." I told myself, finding the strength to pick myself up from the floor of my kitchen.

"I am not apart of your imagination, mortal. We are scarce on time, meaning there is none left to explain. Run into the sands of the night. They won't be able to get ahold of you there." The voice spoke yet again.

They?

"Yes, they. These people are dangerous, (Y/N), you need to get out of here now.''

"I can see her. She's in the kitchen!" Another voice screamed, however, I could confirm this one was real, as a face came with it.

A man in his early 40s, with some sort of tattoo on his forearm of some sort of scales?