QYLLAETH’S VISITS WERE EXPECTED, and thus, when theman appeared like clockwork, the Pharaoh was not the least bit surprised. Whatwas brought as an offering this time, however, was not bones of human or beastturned into macabre jewelry, but a great carcass instead. As the body wasplaced in front of him, there was no surprise upon his features, butfascination that managed to tug at his attention. What manner of creature wasthis? He had never seen something of this make before. Regardless, what a huntthis must have been, although perhaps child’s play for a god capable of fellingother gods. ❝Oh? How sweet of you to think of me, Qyllaeth,❞ he cooed,approaching the bloodied corpse upon his used to be pristine floors, his handlifting to slip through coarse fur. ❝A truly impressive thing you have brought me, but I wouldexpect nothing less from you.❞
Oh, what a sight this was going to give to otherswho stepped into this throne room. At least it would present an unforgettableimage. Still, he found mild amusement in imagining their shocked expressions. If only they knew that the foreigner that often visited their pharaoh was a deity capable of destroying the world single-handedly. A thought came then, fleeting but profound: did this make Qyllaeth even worse than the Great Serpent Apep? Could his blade fell even Ra’s eternal enemy? ❝Ifyou have time, would you care to join me for a feast later? I cannot let thisflesh go to waste.❞ The fur would be pinned onto the wall in his bedchambersand the bones, polished and used for any and everything that came to mind. Allparts of this glorious gift would be used for something greater.
