Secret Dove [ENNEAD x Female Reader] - DISCONTINUED

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The foreign god ushered [Name] into the boat, expertly guiding her through the chaos of the bustling port. The man from before was now the boatman, and under the foreign god's direction, he had prepared the vessel for its journey. "Wife?" [Name] inquired incredulously as she took a seat on a barrel within the boat.

"Indeed," the foreign god affirmed, "it was the only way to stave off their unwanted attention." He flashed a warm smile, hoping to lighten the tension. They both looked toward the distance, detecting the approaching figure of Seth. "Ah, I see you've made it," the foreign god commented, greeting his friend.

"Is this the boat?" Ruelle inquired, jumping into the vessel in a single bound and positioning himself next to [Name].

"Everything's ready to go," the boatman announced, indicating the vessel's readiness with an enthusiastic wave toward Seth.

Seth's expression was one of utter confusion as he gazed at the boatman before them. "Why are you here?" He inquired, his voice laced with a touch of skepticism.

"I was hired as the boatman!" He shouted back with fervor, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Your master's wife is a cunning lass for hiring me!"

Seth's brow furrowed, and he glared at the foreign god with a fierce intensity. The word "wife" did not seem to fit [Name] as she was not his.

Despite Seth's apparent discontent, the foreign god remained oblivious and spoke, "He was lightning-quick in his work, that's why everything is prepared in this rapid fashion."

Seth huffed, then took a deep breath before walking towards the wooden plank that extended to the boat. The boatman continued to praise [Name] with gratitude, but Seth's heart remained steadfast in his opposition.

Just as Seth prepared to board the boat, he was seized by a sudden revelation and cast a glance at the black bracelet resting on his wrist. Without another word, Seth promptly jumped into the water, startling everyone present.

The foreign god let out a cry of alarm and yelled, "Where are you going?"

[Name] looked on in trepidation as they observed Seth's sudden disappearance. Quickly, she threw her white cloak at the boatman before leaping into the water. The foreign god groaned in annoyance and distress before hurling his cloak at the unfortunate boatman, who was still reeling from the sudden barrage of fabric thrown at him.

With a palpable sense of concern, Ruelle's gaze remained fixed on the water's surface in desperate search for any sign of [Name]. He soon observed Seth's form as it was held tightly by the foreign god, who had successfully managed to pull him to safety from the threatening creature in the water. [Name] drew in a relieved breath upon witnessing this, although it was short-lived as she soon felt a searing pain in her ankle and found herself pulled beneath the waves.

After recovering from her initial shock, [Name] gazed downwards to discover she was being attacked by a figure composed of sand. The head, belonging to a small child, aggressively sought to devour a terrified Seth. Thankfully, Horus quickly intervened and grabbed Seth's arm, lifting him and preventing him from falling prey to the monstrous entity.

[Name] swiftly mustered the strength to summon the barrier surrounding her, immediately cutting off the onslaught of the invading sand at her ankles. She breathed a sigh of relief as the barrier's strength protected her from the unforgiving water's merciless current. She then released her concentration, allowing the sand to submerge her entirely into its merciless depths.

Meanwhile, Seth was carefully placed on the boat by Horus' strong arms. The foreign god rushed to his side with a dry towel in his hands and exclaimed, "I ought to say you look like a drowned rat!"

As Ruelle observed the scene unraveling in front of him, his gaze wandered from one person to another. He then spoke with a tinge of desperation in his voice, "Wait, where is [Name]?"

In a slightly bewildered tone, the foreign god directed his attention toward Ruelle, accompanied by a look of utter commotion. "I assumed that she had already regained her footing after attempting to get to Seth," He stated, his intonation tinged with confusion.

Ruelle's expression instantly contorted into one of raw fear and distress. "No... she never rose to the surface." He answered, shaking his head solemnly at the grim realization.

The gravity of the situation suddenly hit Seth like a bolt of lightning, his worried gaze shifting to the direction of the water, his mind flooded with fear as he hoped for [Name]'s emergence on the surface. His hands grasped tightly at the railing of the boat like a vice, his pupils narrowed as he gazed at his reflection in the still waters below.

In a rather unexpected turn of events, they were suddenly ambushed by a barrage of arrows launched from the distance. The foreign god skillfully caught an arrow aimed directly at him with his bare hands, and Horus swiftly employed his wings to shield him and Seth from the attack.

Upon noticing the golden liquid, Ruelle wasted no time before plunging into the depth. With an almost supernatural haste, the liquid's hue transformed into a vivid shade of crimson.

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[Name], with a proficiency that was almost otherworldly, avoided the onslaught thrown at her by the black sand beings who were relentlessly hurling spears her way. She now found herself placed within the cavernous stomach of the monstrous entity. A sharp pain emanated from her leg, and soon realization dawned on her that a spear had successfully pierced her leg.

She quickly summoned her sword and began her relentless assaults on the sand creatures, with her blade cleaving through their bodies with utmost ease. However, to her dismay, the sheer volume of the black sand beings seemed to expand with each individual she slashed. Their bodies multiplied before her very eyes, resulting in an almost overwhelming number of enemies.

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The sound of [Name]'s screams reverberated throughout the vicinity, echoing within the dark space before echoing across the riverbank. [Name], in her moment of pure agony, bit down hard on the cloth that was hastily pressed into her mouth to muffle her cries.

The foreign god, with his calming touch, held her firmly, closing her eyes as he listened to the cries of torment. The tension between Ruelle and Seth was palpable, their voices raised and their words sharp, as they cast blame on the other for [Name]'s current predicament.

[Name]'s physical condition was dire, as numerous spears pierced her body at different angles, and Horus' attempts at extracting each spear seemed agonizingly slow.

-END OF CHAPTER 33

A/N: I might or might add angst next chapter :D