I awoke to frantic noises outside my room. Throwing off my covers and clothes on i peered into the hall to see The high Priest Seto and a few of his servants quickly running towards the pharaohs chambers my heart sunk
something was wrong.
I grabbed my sandals before I started toward his chambers.
"Hold it there servant girl only the high priest is allowed, unless you have permission"
The guard stood tall in front of the gold doors
I bit my lip
"I-I am the pharaohs personal servant! I am to be with him no matter what you must let me in!"
The Guards shook their head
"That doesn't give you permission"
I turned away frustrated tapping my finger on my lips before
Screams began to come from behind the doors causing all of us to grow silent staring as a dark haze began to fill the hallways I felt myself grow pale as the guards threw open the doors.
I clapped my hands over my mouth I wanted to scream but nothing came. It was there something stood.
Coiled and hunched a creature I had never seen holding the high priest over its own head
The creatures fur akin to that of the pharaoh gold red and black illuminated in the dim morning light. His snarling mouth dropped dripped with foam and drool. His brilliant purple eyes met with mine and for a moment I knew them. A thunderous roar come from the creature before throwing the high priest to the floor and jumping from the balcony its long claws damaging the marble floors and lime stone. I rushed to the edge to track it as it vanished into the city I heard an eruption of screams and cries in the city.
"Wha-! What was that" I shouted turning back towards the guards helping seto up. "We have to catch that- that thing before it kills someone!"
"Take her" He coughed blood dripping from his mouth "she knows too much now."
"No! Take your hands off of me!" I shouted
My eyes darted around the room noticing the bed the pharaohs bed torn to shreds covered in blood. my eyes followed the splats on the golden walls and the smell of iron that filled the room
"Wha-Where's the Pharaoh? What have you done!" I screamed again
Seto wiped his mouth before a cold smile stuck out
"Poor servant girl...you have no idea...what your dealing with" he chuckled "Make sure shes comfortable.."
I began to kick and yell as I was dragged to my room once more beating on the door until my hands bled what happen to him. What was that awful thing!
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"High Priest we've located the pharaoh"
"Good..where was he?"
"Just a few feet away from the walls it appear as though he was really trying to escape this time"
"Was anyone injured? killed?"
"No"
"No? Is that so?" Seto rubbed his chin "Fascinating"
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"You are a worthless servant if you think you can just sleep all day"
My eyes opened in fright to see the pharaoh above me I leaped up quickly brushing the dirt off my dress "You, your alright?"
The Pharaoh's eyebrow raised a moment
"Yes? what gave you the idea I wasn't?"
I paused examining his features flawless and sun kissed "You aren't hurt?"
The pharaoh scoffed "foolish dolt pet, what are you on about?"
Was I dreaming? no..That..that thing was real, and the blood
"there was an awful monster in your chambers, and blood everywhere...the high priest..YES the high priest was present! he can attest to this!" I exclaimed
The Pharaohs eyes narrowed
"You will do well to keep these fairy tales to yourself. the high priest and I had a meeting this morning yes, but there was no monster or blood. I can assure you."
"But! please! you-"
"Enough! you have wasted much of the day go and see to your duties we have a festival to ready"
My eyes perked up "A festival?"
The pharaoh flashed his menacing smile "The Festival of death"
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The Corrupt King
Fanfiction🔗Season Zero Yami🔗 ⤵Rewritten⤵ *Disclaimer* There is heavy violence in this story please be weary if sensitive A new Pharaoh has taken control of Egypt. His forms of justice are in that of games he loves wagers and torture. It's not until he meet...