Adenium obesum
starter for @khonshu-mp , let the angst flow... TW: mention of blood & gore will be present through the entire thread.
It was time to leave the coven in the surroundings of Luxor. As always Hecate had been amazingly received by her worshippers and made sure to share some of her knowledge and catch up with the small group. But the matters that brought her there were more pressing so most of her stay during the weekend had been focused on learning about the after-effects of her tantrum back in Sakura Lounge.
Despite the discretion thanks to his choice of targets, it was evident Khonshu had reached his limit after once again being treated so poorly by the Goddess of Witchcraft. And his hurt and sorrow took shape in freeing this world from a few bad apples, by ripping their hearts out. To call their connection complicated was an understatement, with Hecate either loving him or treating him so unfairly. Anyone would have lost their mind and patience a long time ago, but Khonshu seemed to be more resilient.
Hecate had no idea what she would find, but she knew he had to be stopped somehow and it was no surprise Khonshu would settle deep inside the Sahara desert. The sands kept many secrets, including a very well-hidden cave they were both very familiar with. Only divine beings could pass the threshold of the dunes, so in a few hours, there was Hecate, walking her way through the tunnel. The energy was off, the place was not a safe haven anymore, it was a dungeon, the stench of blood was almost intoxicating.
Centuries ago she had decorated their hideout with cursed Desert Roses, who would never perish, but much more poisonous. Now, even the flowers imbued with dark magic lack color. "Khonshu…" Her voice was barely audible, her throat closing up once she saw the other. He was no longer in his human form, not entirely. Her eyes could perhaps deceive Hecate, but at the same time, she knew it was him. The true, gruesome, and revengeful side of him. "Khonshu… Can we talk? Dear…"
