King of the Old Gods

* I am Pharaoh Atem, God-king of this land, and protector of my people. Under my care, no darkness will ever tarnish this land, while I am here to guard it. Although I am new to the throne, I am sure I will provide the care, dedication and devotion...

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☥ — A New Age.         Let's try this again, and do it right this time.

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☥ — A New Age. 

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PRIEST-AKHENADEN SAID: "FRET NOT. YOUR COURT SHALL COVER WHATEVER HAS BEEN NEGLECTED."

That sounded entirely too sarcastic, but he forced a light lip smile, "of course uncle. Thank you."

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Have you ever done something yourself?

"Despite my status I am not a dimwit. Of course I am capable of doing things myself."

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"I slept in much later than I had intended...."

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"I am too often idle,"

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"So you are the king I've heard about," the dragon said bowing in respect.

"Oh. Hello," he stared at the might beast, curiosity painted on his face.

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Send me 'have you evers' and i will reply with yes or no.

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  "That’s rich coming from you.”

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"Yes. Coming from me. A scholar and a respected leader."

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"Not respected by me." 

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"Your respect is as filthy as the dirt that cakes your clothes. I hardly care of your opinion of myself."

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Idiots.

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"That’s rich coming from you.”

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"Yes. Coming from me. A scholar and a respected leader."

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Idiots.

[diabind]

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"For the last time - stop eating me!"

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*tugs his cape* why do you wear a cape? Is it like how some kids bring their blanket with them everywhere?

"N......no." He stared down at the child, "it is a symbol of my status."

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Idiots.

[priestessisis]

A Pact of loyalty.

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  Isis returned the smiled, soft and knowing. The childhood she had in this palace did her well. The Pharaoh did not have to speak for her to get his intention. 

"Have no doubt that I will stand by your side, regardless of where the roads shall take us." He nodded her head slightly her hand laid upon his shoulder for a quick moment. She was not afraid to cross boundaries. This institution was more sturdy when those within it bonded like a family. If things were too technical, Isis feared that the bond would crumble and traitors would be born. "I was only doing my duty." She smiled proudly. "Yes, Pharaoh." She followed his lead without hesitation. 

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It wasn’t long later when the Pharaoh had gathered the priests together in the main hall. He sat on his throne, while he waited for everyone to gather and once they were all there, he stood.

"Dark times are coming, my priests," he said and shared Isis’s vision with them. He spoke about the darkness in their land, about an oncoming storm.

"We have nothing to fear thought," he concluded, "with the items in our possession our Kingdom remains strong, and we remain in control. Be on your guard, my loyal court, and do not let darkness crawl into any part of our lives,"

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Isis stood beside the Pharaoh, hands folded in her lap. She was bold enough to take Seto’s spot. She was one for tradition but she was also one to take chances. It was her who had seen the vision and she was just as viable to take part in the coming strategies as anyone else, even if it meant going head to head with some of her coworkers. She held the greatest respect for her fellow priests, but not all of them shared ideologies over the justice system. 

Isis smiled, and nodded her head firmly to affirm her confidence in her king. But as imagined, Seto stepped up to argue. “Pharaoh, I am your servant and I respect your every decision. But as your loyal servant, the one who was honored to protect you- as all of us were-” He glanced at the other priests fleetingly as if holding them to a standard. “I think action must be taken. We cannot wait idly by while this darkness stews. We should seek out the dark creatures before them may swarm and decen on the palace. We must build our guard slowly and dismantle this threat.” 

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He noted Isis's bravery, and commended her for it. Being humble was important but one did not rise to power by being a push over and it was clear Isis was a smart woman, Atem did not begrudge her success at all.

"We have no intention of provoking any possible enemies, Seto.' the pharaoh spoke sternly. Seto too was a valued priest, his determination and beetle strategies were often commendable and useful, however, not always necessary and today Atem believed it was a time to remain on the defensive.

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- Not One Of Us -

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scarsofvengeance:

Atem’s palms were sweating. The grand hall was hotter than normal, despite the women fanning them with large leaves. He shuffled from foot to foot nervously, however he cut it out when his father gave him a curt look.

Bakurah was brought to the room and the hall was full of hushed whispers, curious and amused glances. This was their form of entertainment, a young boy’s exile…

Suddenly Atem’s father stood and the room went deathly silent - Atem briefly wondered if he’d ever be able to command that level of respect from an entire room of people - and then the Pharaoh begun to speak in his booming voice.

"Charged on the account of multiple thefts, you are branded as an unnamed orphan and have been sentenced to exile, beyond our Kingdom. You are to never return and if you do, you shall be killed,"

Atem swallowed thickly, feeling second hand fear for the young thief, but knowing it was misplaced sympathy. 

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As soon as the Pharaohs sentence was spoken, a guard came to remove the shackles from Bakura’s wrists. He twisted the spear in his hand and slammed it to the ground in front of the child. “Run you little snake.. And don’t you dare showing your face here again.” He hissed, motioning towards his own right eye. The scar. It was added to the childs already existing scar, showing that it was no mark of war but a mark of shame. Everyone would know that he’s a thief. It made sure that he was never able to show his face inside a village again. 

As Bakurah still stood there, the guards brow rose. He was about to spit another insult, then ntoiced the glare the young thief tossed towards Atem and his father , the Pharaoh. As if he was trying to kill them both with nothing but his glance. 

The guard blinked, then hit the thief across the face with the back of his spear. “The King said LEAVE!” As his words echoed through the halls, the murmur among the royals began to slowly turn into a chant. At first, hard to understand, then more audible.

Run.

Bakurah scrambled off, spitting some blood to the ground. Slowly his feet dragged him towards the big entrance. Around him, the chanting demons, smirking at him with twisted features and voices that sounded like they were summoning Apophis himself. 

Slowly, Bakuras steps became faster. his heart began to race and in the end, his feet padded over the ground. He ran, quickly running past these monsters, outside where more monsters were to wait.. 

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The road was lined with jeering crowds, watching as the child fled the city, the chanting catching on and spreading throughout the crowd, every single person who had gathered to watch was shouting and chanting, some throwing things as the thief ran.

What did one more exiled thief matter to them? No matter how young? He was one less bad omen, a demon child expelled from their responsibility before he could bring anymore bad fortune on them or the kingdom.

He wasn't one of them. He would never be one of them.

Deception                   An outrage! Disgrace                 For shame!                                                                                         Evil as plain as the scar on his face Deception                    An outrage! Disgrace                For shame!                                                                           ...He asked for trouble the moment he came.

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- Not One Of Us -

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Atem was lead away by his father, to return to the palace. He ate with his father that evening, however his appetite seemed to evade him and left most of his food, his father scolded him lightly but didn’t press the subject any further.

After that, Atem excused himself for an early nights sleep, however, it turned out to be useless because he ended up lying in bed for hours before he finally drifted off and even when he did he was plagued with dreams of whips, blood and screams, watching as a young tearful face stared at him through iron cast bars… eyes full of hurt and hatred…

He jolted awake, just as the sun was rising and he dressed and bathed himself before heading down to the main palace.

By the time he was ready, his father and the priests were also up.

"Atem, my son," his father greeted warmly, in a considerably more fatherly mood this morning, "do you wish to join us today?"

Atem knew although the proposition was decorated like a request, the young prince had no real say in it. He knew what his father expected of him.

"Yes father,"

"Brilliant," he clapped his large hands once, "some one go and fetch the thief," 

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Bakurah had soon fallen unsconcious thanks to the pain but wasn’t allowed much rest. Early in the morning, he was woken up by two guards who harshly dragged him out of his cell after they had given the young thief a kick to the side to make sure he was awake. 

With a stifled groan he tried to place his feet onto the ground as he was dragged up the stairs. His back was still aching and the constant pain almost made Bakurah go mad.

The stairs were even harder to climb. Whenever he couldn’t step on one, the guards roughly dragged him up and tossed him onto the stairs just to pick him up once more. Until they reached the royal throne room.

Shackled and beaten, the thief was standing before the throne. His eyes scanned the area. He saw many royals standing in two lines around him, leading towards the exit. Like people would when the Pharaoh came to visit. But this time they did not come to the see the Pharaoh.. They came to see someone being send to exile. It was a source of entertainment and a reminder of the Pharaohs power.

Outside, the rest of the village seemed to wait. Upon hearing the royal drums, everyone knew what was going to happen. 

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Atem's palms were sweating. The grand hall was hotter than normal, despite the women fanning them with large leaves. He shuffled from foot to foot nervously, however he cut it out when his father gave him a curt look.

Bakurah was brought to the room and the hall was full of hushed whispers, curious and amused glances. This was their form of entertainment, a young boy's exile...

Suddenly Atem's father stood and the room went deathly silent - Atem briefly wondered if he'd ever be able to command that level of respect from an entire room of people - and then the Pharaoh begun to speak in his booming voice.

"Charged on the account of multiple thefts, you are branded as an unnamed orphan and have been sentenced to exile, beyond our Kingdom. You are to never return and if you do, you shall be killed,"

Atem swallowed thickly, feeling second hand fear for the young thief, but knowing it was misplaced sympathy.