The Scales Don't Lie (Arthur Harrow x Fem!Reader Book)

Chapter 3: The Call of the Cane

You slept like a baby that night, completely exhausted from the eventful day you'd had.

When you woke up the next morning, your mind was flooded with thoughts about last night. The way he spoke to you, held you, kissed you... it had been like something out of a dream. But, you were awake now, and had to face the hard truth of reality.

Your stomach churned, and you felt sick. The way you'd just left him standing there was horrible. What if he thought you didn't like the kiss? What if he thought you didn't like him?

You got off your bed, and threw some clothes on. A white button up, black trousers, and a pair of black flats. Nothing special, but at least you were presentable. You hastily brushed your hair, and applied a minimal amount of makeup.

Once you were dressed, you flew out the door, and speed walked to Arthur's apartment. You quickly ascended the stairs, and made your way to his door.

You took a deep breath, feeling like a big bundle of nerves. With a shaky hand, you opened the door, and stepped into the room.

It was a relatively small room. In one corner there was a bed and nightstand. In the corner adjacent to it was the bathroom door. The corner on your right sported a desk, and next to the nightstand was a pile of clothes and rubbish among other things.

"Arthur?" You called, although he clearly wasn't there.

Your eyes scanned the room, and something in the pile of knickknacks caught your eye. You couldn't tell what it was, since it was underneath a load of stuff, but it seemed to have a purple hue, and it almost looked like it was... glowing.

You advanced towards it, drawn by it's majestic glow. You felt entranced, as if under a spell. You drew it out of the pile, and picked it up.

Your heart stopped. It- it was so... beautiful. In your hand was the foreboding cane of Ammit.

However, it no longer felt foreboding, now if felt hypnotic. It was drawing you, pulling you towards it. Every cell in your body wanted nothing more than to use it, to taste the magnificent power of Ammit.

You slowly extended your other hand towards it, desperate for it, needing it.

Just as you were about to pull it closer, you heard a creaking of a wooden floor plank.

Your entire body shot around towards the noise, and your hands dropped the cane.

You heard a loud thud as the cane hit the floor, and Arthur Harrow stood in the doorway, a fire in his eyes like you'd never seen before.

You froze with fear, petrified. You'd been caught red handed toying with Harrow's most prized possession, and now, you were sure you'd have to pay for it.

All the emotions you'd been keeping bottled up inside overflowed, and you broke down crying. You fell to your knees, and sobbed, not daring to look up at him.

You felt so overwhelmed, like the whole world was going to come crashing down on you, and you just couldn't handle it. That cane had messed with your mind, and now you couldn't even discern right and wrong.

Your whole body was wracked with sobs, and your lungs just didn't want to keep working.

"Y/N" You heard him say, his voice soft and gentle.

At the same time, you felt a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder.

You looked up, your eyes red and puffy from crying.

He was on his knees in front of you, a gentle, kind expression on his face.

You were confused. You thought he'd be mad, furious even, but here he was looking at you like he loved you.

He placed his hands on your waist, and helped you to your feet.

You placed your hands on his chest, needing the sense of closeness that he provided.

"Tell me, what did you feel?" He asked softly, an earnest curiosity in his cloudy blue eyes.

You hesitated to respond, worried that he wouldn't like what you would tell him.

"Don't worry." He said, as if he'd read your mind. "You won't anger me."

Shakily, you responded. "I- I don't know. It was like it was calling to me, you know, like reaching out to me. It was hypnotic, like I couldn't break away from it's pull no matter what I did."

He nodded in response, a clear understanding on his face.

At that moment, you began to feel something within you. It felt like a deep stirring inside your chest. Your head began to hurt, as a horrible realization came to you.

You turned your head away from Harrow, and looked at the cane. It was pulling you now, more than ever, and you finally realized why.

You needed to use it. You needed to be judged by Ammit. It was calling you, and it wouldn't stop until you did what it asked.

You looked back at Arthur, and your eyes locked. He knew what you were asking, and he was willing to comply.