Mors est Deus (Death to God/s)

The Death of the Golden King

I began to walk back from the Necropolis, Egypt is a beautiful place at night, just wandering around, with the bright lights of Cairo shining like a jewel. After all this time looking for it, I can’t believe its back where I last had it. England. That legendary blade had been with me and without me for so long. I found it in the court of Charlemagne, it had a different name then; Joyeuse. Later when I found it again its true name was revealed to me, Exkâribur. When I found it this second time it was in the hand of Artorius, or as you would now call him Arthur. Artorius was given the sword by the so called 'Lady in the Lake' who I later realised was some form of minor deity, she had found the legendary sword and planned to use Artorius as her champion so as to grow in strength and become major god. Upon finding this I made a brother to Artorius's fabled Exkâribur called Klarent, and this I gave to Artorius's step brother Mordras. I became his chief adviser for a while and then when everything culminated into the final battle and Mordras was victorious I cut him down with Klarent even as he offered it to me as thanks, I walked to Artorius's body and picked up Exkâribur before going to find The Lady. I slew her and went to Atlantis to discover what its name meant and what the runes inscribed on its blade meant. I discovered it is called Soul Reaver. The runes on the blade sever the connection between something living and its soul, even if you get scratched your pretty much dead, but my favourite part? It changes shape to whatever weapon fits best, for centuries I carried it as a scythe, these days it’s either a pistol or a sniper, why bother with swords in a world of guns? 

Momentarily stopping my reverie I look up and around at my surroundings, I have been walking for a while and am now at Cairo's airport, perfect I walk inside and look for a flight to Ireland, there is only one person that Khufu could of been talking about and he was right, she IS someone I don't want to lose, though I’m pretty certain that even though we haven’t seen each other for at least a century or two she can protect herself. As I walked through the airport I noticed the security checkpoint, I rolled my eyes and concentrated for a second before simply vanishing from human sight, I began walking again, walking straight through a guard causing him to shiver, on the other side I become tangible again and keep walking, sighing lightly, phase walking always takes a tiny bit out of my energy, but I can’t be bothered with mortals sometimes, I continued to think while I walked. Yes I think its time I returned back to Eire and had another meeting with her. Last time we met we had been on opposite sides during one of the many Irish revolutions, I the English she the Irish, she still hasn’t forgiven me for winning the English the battle, or I don’t think she has at least. 

"Hello sir, may I get you anything?" An air hostess -pretty by human standards- lightly tapped my shoulder as she asked me. I opened one of my eyes, "no thank you, also I would appreciate not being disturbed until the end of the trip." I said with a mild amount of irritation in my voice "but sir, this is a 10 hour flight, are you sure you don’t want to be woken for meals or..." She trailed off when I opened both my eyes and gave her a somewhat baleful glare. Looking affronted she left. I smiled and sank back into the luxury of the first class chair and closed my eyes again.

In my mind’s eye I could see me and Aèline wading through a battle yelling Scotsmen threw themselves at us as we cut them down, this was the Battle of Falkirk. It was us that won the battle that day, and yet the day before there was no record of an Irish woman or Middle Eastern man ever having been in the British army, it had pained Aèline to fight against her beloved Irish but I convinced her that it was necessary. My mind skipped forwards two centuries where me and Aèline were sitting together on a hill overlooking Constantinople, watching the Ottomans tear the city to pieces "this was us" she whispered to me and put an arm around my back "and we shall be able to do so much more" I replied turning my head and kissing her as the battle raged bellow us.