BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
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"Fall is necessary. Since she rises like a Queen."
Cairo, Egypt January, 2025
IT WAS QUIET AS Lucy shifted against the walls, standing on a platform higher than the one Marc was on. Her eyes darted across the long corridors, filled with shelves. Each opening had a small statue inside, and it took her a moment to realize that these statues either belonged to a god or a goddess of the Egyptian reign. It was alarming, to see how many gods were entrapped in stone.
She looked down at Marc, and the other Avatars who appeared. The Egyptian gods and goddesses padded forward through their Avatars– Hathor, Horus, Isis, Osiris, Tefnut. Lucy didn't know how she knew them, but she did. She remembered that Hathor was close to Khonshu, remembered that they had a relationship that bloomed then died.
The thoughts flicked past her as the Avatars spoke to each other. She didn't pay attention to them, slipping into another hall of shelves with statues. She looked between all of them, faint energies emanating from them. Her fingertips glided against the shelving, curious and observant at the same time.
Nephthys was not a part of the Enneads, if she remembered correctly. So she wondered if she was a lower-ranking goddess, or if that was how things worked here. She didn't know– she didn't care. She was going to remove her from this place and hope the goddess would no longer need to chase after Harrow. Marc and Khonshu could take care of it– it was the only thing she could hope for.
Lucy exhaled as she walked around the hall, walking back toward the broad meeting room.
This place was useless– she went to move onto the next hall when she found herself focused on the man who must've been Arthur Harrow.
It was–
It was the man who'd haunted her dreams; the same one which reoccurred for months on end, torturing her until it no longer plagued her. As if the man had deemed her useless.
Or had her abilities blocked him from finding her soul? Just as he had done to her? She peered around the cases, looking at him.
There was no doubt about it– he was the same man.
Marc started speaking– shouting?
"Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb?" His voice reminded her of Khonshu.
She narrowed her eyes.
Yes, that's what it was.
All the Avatars were possessed by the gods and goddesses they served. It was always like this when they had their meetings. Less showy, underground in this place, hidden from the rest of humanity as they cried for help. It was pathetic of them to hide themselves in fear of the wrath humans could rain on them.
