Seth's Revenge
Seth's Revenge
© Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
January, 2006.
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Unfitting one of his rank and stature, the high priest of Anubis ran breathlessly up the massive hallway. His sandaled feet slapped hollowly on the stone floor, his robes his robes dancing in the wind, making his headlong rush appear like a startled bird erupting into flight. His shadow splayed across the hieroglyphic engravings that covered the massive pillars that held up the high vaulted roof of Anubis' temple. His eyes wide with horror, spittle flying from his lips as he fled blindly past the columns, he scattered lesser priests before his headlong rush. They stared incredulously at their master, before exchanging glances and going back to studying the inscribed hieroglyphics on the alabaster columns. Skidding around a corner, he ran into a scribe and both tumbled to the floor amidst papyrus scrolls.
"Fool!" Snarled the High Priest, as the scribe bowed and scrabbled for the ancient scrolls.
From the far end of the temple, the massive bronze doors slammed open with a shattering boom, and the scribe's eyes widened in disbelief. Scrambling to his feet, the high Priest leapt over the scribe and his fallen scrolls then kept running for the inner sanctuary. As he crashed into the ornate ebony doors that grudgingly gave way to his anxious hammering he kept throwing his gaze back over his shoulder. Far back along the hallway, he could see an impenetrable blackness steadily coming closer and closer - the torches bursting into incandescent sparks as the darkness brushed against them and engulfed them.
Two gold skinned human slaves tried to block the approach of the High Priest, but he savagely thrust them aside and ran into the immaculate inner sanctum - here, he knew, Anubis himself held court.
Anubis growled, throwing his jackal head back, as he stroked the neck of the female Jackal that stood before him. Anubis pushed himself back against her trembling sex, and as his member slowly slid in and up, the female Jackal whined and her body tensed. Pleasure filled both God and beast, as Anubis stroked his fingers along her sides, as he thrust against her harder and harder, until his hips slapped against her groin.
"Milord Anubis!" Stammered the high priest breathlessly, as he slumped to his knees and bowed his head to the floor.
Anubis withdrew from the Jackal female, then holding his throbbing member in one hand, he pressed it back against the Jackal bitch's sex - and she willingly lowered her forelegs, lifting her rump higher. With a sigh of pleasure, Anubis slid himself back inside her, and then as she yelped, he arched his hips in against her, and then grasped her about her slender hips. With a sibilant gasp, Anubis began ejaculating within this Jackal female.
"Milord - " Moaned the high priest. "I must speak with you!"
"Speak again," Anubis growled, as he turned his head to stare at the human who dared to intrude on this moment. "With out my permission, and I will have you fed to Ammit!"
Thrusting against the young female Jackal, Anubis grunted and ejaculated again, then stroked her belly with his fingertips - savouring the pleasure of this unnatural mating. When he pulled out, the jackal dropped to the ground, and then began licking her aching sex with her long tongue. Anubis nodded, then dropped the robes to the floor, before he turned and strode purposefully to his ebony throne and sat down, resting a hand on his chin.
Overcome with fear at what was coming, the High Priest forgot Anubis' warning, and he grovelled at Anubis' feet, his tears dripping onto the god's feet.
"Milord, he comes - Lord..."
As the great doors smashed open, and the inky cloud filled the doorway, guards of Anubis leapt with scimitars, to block this unnatural creature from entry into Anubis' chamber. As they leapt, this swirling, ebony fog grew tendrils that ensnared the men and dragged them screaming into its black heart. Sounds of their last screams were mercifully short, and the High Priest thought that he'd surely die at those screams. As the fog advanced, leaving nothing behind of those it had consumed, Anubis merely raised a furred eyebrow slightly. He never moved a muscle, remaining perfectly calm and seemingly oblivious that the most loyal of his servants had met some terrible death at this impenetrable cloud that seethed and roiled before him. From out of those hellish depths, a pair of red eyes began to gleam, and then narrowed as if the creature with those eyes was frowning in unimaginable rage.
With a negligent wave of his hand, Anubis banished the fog and as it dissipated, it revealed the deep brown furred head and long tubular ears of Seth. Seth growled dangerously, as he stared impudently at Anubis.
"Lord Seth - " Anubis yawned, then waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, as his eyes turned towards the female Jackal that lay on the floor nearby. "Begone."
Seth rose to his full height, his equine eyes widening and nostrils flaring in rage and disbelief. "You dare - "
Anubis sighed, and then shook his head slowly. "I do not dare, Seth. It is you, who dares to come before me, in my sacred temple - kill my guards and followers, then make threats against me?"
Drawing an ornate dagger, the High Priest, fervour clouding his eyes, leapt towards Seth's undefended back. Seth merely cocked an eyebrow, in a cruel mockery of Anubis - and the knife clattered to the floor as the High Priest began gasping and clawing at his throat. As the High Priest gasped and strangled, Seth did not move a muscle. Suddenly, the High Priest began to convulse and there came the snapping of bones, before his body crumpled inwards, every bone crushed into powder and blood pouring from every bodily orifice as his remains collapsed into a pile on the floor.
Lowering his eyebrow, Seth merely stared back impassively at Anubis, who remained as immobile as the statues of himself that flanked his throne. Growing increasingly agitated, Seth turned side on to Anubis, and then raised a hand. On the nearby floor, the dust and grit that permeated everything here began to whirl and eddy. Anubis yawned disinterestedly, and then as the female Jackal rose and sidled over to him, he stroked her neckline tenderly. Whirling, the dust and sand began to take shape - forming itself into the mighty city of Kelsarth - seat of Anubis' faithful. Interested, Anubis quirked an eyebrow up, his only sign he was even marginally aware of the divine parlour tricks that Seth had employed.
"Behold - my wrath!" Seth bellowed, his voice thundering with unspeakable hate and rage.
*
On the edges of Kelsarth, the scorching desert lay for hundreds of leagues. At first, one grain rubbed against its neighbour, then two against two, and within moments - the first whirling eddies formed and raced off across the blistering sands. Within minutes, a massive sand storm was birthed and it gathered speed as it rushed towards the unsuspecting town of Kelsarth. As it thundered like lightning across the desert, it picked up small stones, sand, even bones of small animals. Hissing like some ancient dragon, it gathered its strength and the wall rose higher and higher. With a roar it tore into the city of Kelsarth, and demolished the fragile mud brick houses. People in the town ran screaming, as this howling dervish bore down on their town - but it erupted from the other side, then again and again, until this unholy storm encircled the town.
Shrieking and uttering prayers for salvation, the people were forced tighter and tighter together, as the scouring sand walls moved inexorably inwards. Hundreds died from the shrapnel that this storm cast, but the majority cowered in the centre of town, beseeching Anubis for salvation. Just as the wall of sand, grit and refuse closed the last few hundred feet - one wall transformed itself into the image of Seth the Destroyer. Terrified, the people screamed - but there was to be no mercy. Their clothing was torn to ribbons and flashed away in the writhing maelstrom. Flesh was scoured from their bones, and then the very bones themselves etched and disintegrated as the seething sandstorm fell upon these helpless victims. As their last screams faded into the hissing winds, the sandstorm shivered as if its unholy hunger has been satiated by the blood and flesh of this town, then it spiralled upwards and dissipated - leaving only the badly scoured stone foundations of what had been a town of over five thousand people....
*
In his chambers, Anubis involuntarily twitched, as Seth waved a paw and made the ghostly apparition of the former township return to the dust and sand it had been made of. Turning his eyes towards Anubis, he grinned in malicious glee.
"Get out - " Anubis spoke softly, his eyes narrowing and claws gouging deep scoring marks into the ebony armrests.
With a mocking bow, Seth turned and walked calmly out - killing priests and worshippers of Anubis, purely out of malicious spite.
After he left, Anubis sat in his impressive throne, his unimaginable grief and anger merely expressed by his clenched hands on the armrests. For an hour he sat there, unmoving and unresponsive, before he rose and stalked from the chambers, the female Jackal obediently trailing at his ankles.
To Be Continued.