“Rise, my beautiful queen,” the gruff voice whispered in her ear. “Rise and walk among mortals again so that the worship of Aten last forever.”
Shaking and confused she stood before an unquenchable thirst took hold of her mind and body. Her poor cousin had been her first victim. The woman’s blood became a sweet aphrodisiac in her mouth, sending pleasure all throughout her the likes she had never before experienced. She wanted more, so much more.
If it weren’t for the voice of her awakener she would have drained her entire kingdom the night of her rebirth. But he knew how to transform that hunger into anger towards those that had murdered not only her but her dear Akhenaten as well.
One by one, the traitors that plotted against their regents found their deaths during the thick of night and in the mornings she mourned the loss of such esteemed men with her court. The first one was Ay, her own father, followed by General Horemheb, the high priest of Amun, her brother-in-law, and even Mahu, the leader of the medjay. All important political figures to the kingdom; all condemned to wander for eternity in the Duat because she had taken upon herself to dismember the corpses during the attacks.
Serves them right, she thought as slaves help her dress with trembling fingers. They knew about the new feeding habits of their queen and feared being the next. But the women weren’t in any danger since her mysterious mentor— whom she hadn’t met yet— coaxed her to hunt outside the city until she learn to satiate her thirst AND leave her subjects alive.
Nefertiti looked at her slim, deathly pale arms adorned with brand new jewelry made of silver and lifted her face to the sunrays that bathed the room with a forlorn gaze.
Since the day of her rebirth she had discovered that gold burned her skin so she banish it from the palace completely and decreed that it would only be used in funerary rites. Equally strange was her inability to feel the heat of the day or the cold of the nights anymore; all because her body was now unaffected by temperature changes. But at least the Aten hadn’t deserted her. It was nice to know she could still walk under the embrace of her beloved god.
“Your highness...” The new vizir came with a silver crown in his hands and place it atop her head. “The people are waiting to see their goddess,” he said, taking her to a balcony overseeing a large crowd.
“All kneel before the Aten’s beloved. The one who resurrected from among the dead to guide us to a new era of splendor.” The vizir looked at his soon-to-be appointed Pharaoh-queen and bowed his head.
Nefertiti’s eyes roamed her subjects and her irises turned blood red while a smirk played at the corners of her lips. This will be the start of a new era indeed.
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A/N: This was written for the #FlashFangFiction month of WattVampires.
Story word count: 500
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