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Author-thought; Should Mc let them live or what, They attack his Igor, But lowkey i respect Igor due to being human with a defect that willingly hangs around a blood drinking Vampire who kills just to feed for real for real!!
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Amidst the veil of night, near the sacred temple of Kemet where the mystical ritual swirled, a trio leading a group covertly gathered, concealed within the embrace of moonlit shadows that shielded them from the watchful gaze of the guards, their voices echoing with uncertainty.
"Nakel, can we truly dismiss the whispers that suggest Anubis arrival, the King, and the Queen being the chosen ones?," inquired a tall, brown-eyed man, his tone laced with doubt.
"Remet, you underestimate the situation."
"They don't endorse our cannibalistic practices yet; instead, they partake in them," Nakel retorted.
"Let us not disregard the rumors that have been proliferating among the populace recently," interjected another voice.
"Men of all ages, in groups of twenty, have been vanishing daily ever since the so called Anubis's arrival!"
"Yet mysteriously, they are all being escorted to the Queen's private vicinity," Ramet stated.
"Nakel, Ramet, that is enough discussion for now. We can resume our deliberations after the Queen and King's demise," a firm feminine voice intervened.
"Setel, you speak the truth."
"However, if our assumptions prove wrong, our passage to the afterlife may be tainted by our recklessness," Ramet expressed, a tinge of concern coloring his words.
A charged silence lingered among the trio and their followers, numbering in the thirties, exchanging apprehensive glances.
Nakel's gaze hardened, determination gleaming in his eyes, as he spoke, "I shall bear the burden.
"Ramet, Setel, our people hunger; through this act, we may garner more supporters for cannibalism, ensuring more lives are spared."
"The land withers, harvests diminish; this uprising is imperative," he continued.
The trio and their followers nodded in unison, acknowledging the gravity of their decision.
With daggers grasped tightly, Nakel and Ramet swiftly overpowered the guards from the cover of night, thrusting the blades into their throats in unison as they wrestled them to the ground.
Setel signaled the supporters to incite a commotion within the Pharaoh's lavish palace, creating a diversion to allow the trio to advance towards the throne room undetected.
As the leaders of the rebellion pushed open the grand doors to the throne chamber.
They were met by the chilling gaze of King Enkil, a pallid figure flanked by two crimson-haired women, reminiscent of sisters, adorned in the garb of local witches, encircling a blazing inferno.
Without thinking, all three rushed towards Enkil, but to their surprise and miscalculation, their well-planned attack didn't go as they had intended.
Nakel who aimed straight for Enkil's brain, while Remet focused on piercing his heart had wide eyes at the sight unfolding before them.
Enkil Leaving afterimage due to his speed jump between them both as he was going through the smallest flaming hoop in a Circus performance.
The afterimages left by Enkil seemed as if reality lagged behind allowing the two to clearly see the movements but were unable to change their own.
With a swift motion, Enkil's hand reached Setel's neck, a young woman with brown hair and blue eyes who had fallen behind her friends in the coordinated assault against him.
As Enkil's grip tightened, Setel's oxygen supply was cut off, her eyes watering as she struggled to break free to no avail.
Despite her waning strength, Setel made a final attempt to retaliate, her eyes flashing with determination.
However, her efforts were in vain, as trying to overpower Enkil felt like trying to crush solid rock into powder.
With trembling arms outstretched, she reached out to grip Enkil's neck, a futile gesture met with a momentary frown followed by a smile from Enkil.
Enkil move closer to Setel Ear, His mouth parted as he whispered.
"Interesting! Foolish or brave, we shall soon find out, How lucky you are!," Enkil remarked, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity, as he unexpectedly decided to deviate from his usual demeanor.
With a surprising move, he threw Setel against the wall with considerable force, leaving her momentarily stunned but conscious.
Meanwhile, the two witches who had not remained idle in Enkil's original position made their way towards the two men.
Causing them to drop to their knees, their necks held in a tight grip.
Unlike Setel, the women knew better than to defy Marcus, opting to wait patiently as Remet and Nakel succumbed to the lack of air in their lungs to allow for a later decision.
Suddenly in a Craze tone.
"HaHaHa," laughter filled the room from the fire itself as the spirit of Amel made its appearance.
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~Author note: Thanks for the support and powerstone snacks, hope y'all enjoy the chapter! 15 powerstones for a double chapter in a day, i dont think it's achievable so good luck LOL
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