ancient egypt · nine gods · divine beings · obsessive love · harem · mythology · regal · possessive · supernatural · romance
A searing wind carved across the desert, and I stirred as fine sand bit into my skin, each grain catching the moon's cold light like chips of mica. My body ached, a deep soreness that felt older than the dunes themselves. I pushed myself up, the moon etching my shadow long and stark against the endless sands. Disorientation seized me—only moments ago, my fingers had been tracing glyphs on brittle pages. Now, nine figures detached themselves from the darkness, their eyes alight with a hunger that spanned millennia. One stepped forward, his hand outstretched, palm offered. "Welcome home, you," he whispered, a voice like polished stone. "We have waited."