𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇| 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌

𓂢𓋋𓇍𓈖

"Kill me, what are you waiting for, your highness?" Hanu mocks.

You are sitting on a chair while he is on his knees in front of you, tied up.

Hanu was given thirty harsh whippings on his back, leaving his back bloody and some of his skin teared up during the process.

The khopesh sword is held up against his chest, ready to pierce his chest ar any moment.

"You know Hanu, you are so prideful for no reason, acting like what you have done is normal" you start, glaring into his eyes.

"If you were in my place, you would do anything to sit on the throne" you scoff at his reply.

"You are right I think I would do the same if I was raised to be a greedy little whore like you, Hanu."

He doesn't remove his eyes away from you, challenging you till the end.

"Killing you right away is easy and less torturous, keeping you alive will satisfy my need for revenge." You taunt him.

"I didn't know you were wicked, but I guess all pharaohs are wicked"

A smirk grows on your face at his words.

"But, you know there is no such thing as a kind ruler, maybe kind to the people, but never kind to those who try to harm their land and people"

Hanu pats his lashes at you, indicating that he is listening and paying attention.

"If my plan had succeeded and the prince drowned, you would mourn for a while before going and fucking another man to give you a child"

You shove the sword right into the area where his heart lays, killing him.

Hanu falls to the ground dead, but something terrifying happens.

A man appears out of his body, causing you to stand up, and point your khopesh at him.

"Who are you? What are you?" You demand?

The silver-haired man looks down at the dead prince and frowns slightly.

"Poor him"

He then looks at you with his red eyes and a grin.

"I'm Satan"

Your expression turns into a disgusted one, upon realizing that Hanu was possessed the whole time.

Without wasting another minute, you stab the evil entity, but nothing happens.

Satan doesn't even look pained.

"I guess some bitches are hard to kill"

You say, pulling the sharp weapon out of his stomach.

"What do you want?" you demand, impatient about his silence.

The devil steps up to you, to stand inches away from your body

"You"