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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ (Egypt)

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This one is requested, but the request is lost. And I forgot, I have a memory of a fish. Sorry to the one who requested. Hope u like it

I just found out that incest was a part of Egyptian mythology so 😈
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Warning: imply incest, manipulation,  emotional abuse,

The golden sun dipped below the horizon, its last breath painting the sky in hues of fire and blood. The world beneath him bathed in his glow, the great city of Thebes alive with the chants of priests, the bending of knees, the endless murmurs of his name. Egypt stood upon the highest step of his temple, his robes heavy with gold, his chest rising with the pride of an eternal god.

The world was his.

It had always been his.

And yet, as the sky darkened, as the last sliver of sunlight vanished beyond the sand dunes, the Moon rose— pale and luminous over the vast Kemet land. Its silver glow stretched across the desert, casting long shadows over the sacred temples. From the grand temple god of the sun, perched high and bathed in the lingering warmth of the sun’s fading light, Egypt watched in silent. The Moon, his eternal counterpart, ascended the heavens, claiming the night as its own.

Egypt turned away.

He could not look at it. Not anymore. Not after what had been done. Not after what he had done.

Long before, the world was ruled by two.

He was the Sun, the great Ra, the everlasting flame which breathed life into the land. With his hands, he stroked the skies, willing the heavens into being. His voice was the dawn; his breath was the desert wind; his gaze was the blazing eye looking upon Earth.

Beside him was another- The Moon, keeper of shadows, watcher of the unseen, cold silver beauty, and silent spirit: cool hand to bring solace to the weary; pale light to guide the lost through the dunes.

When the sun burned, the moon whispered. Where the sun commanded, the moon listened.

They had been one, together emerging from the primordial waters of chaos, called Nun, by the sacred law. Together they moved as day and night, creation and rest, fire and water. To their divinity, cosmic threads without breaking were woven in balance.

But Egypt wants more.

He had watched the moon, cherished the moon, adored the moon with a love as endless as the sky. For them, he raised temples of gold and stone and carved their name beside his own so that time itself would never forget. He wove their image into the stars, so that even in the deepest night, they would shine beside him.

He touched them when no eyes bore witness, fingers tracing silver skin like the delicate stroke of a scribe upon sacred papyrus. He followed the curve of their throat, the hollow of their collarbone, the place where breath stirred soft against his hand. His lips had found their cheek, the corner of their eyes, the space where life pulsed beneath his touch—a silent devotion, an offering of his heart.

He wanted the moon.

But the moon denied him.

Again.

And again.

 And again.

"You have everything," the moon whispered, standing beneath the silver glow of their own light. "The heavens, the earth, the voices of men. They kneel at your feet, carve your name into stone, lift their hands in worship. What more could you possibly desire?"