Illuminate Me

Ra knew that battle was brewing even when he was miles away. The tension lay heavy in the sky. Now he was here.

Now riot was raised and bloody slaughter ruled all. Was that a half smile. He was one for strong tastes. Gods see the fall of empires and think it no more than shallow leisure. Destruction for him was decoration. Death a sweet scent of home. And here, yes here was something for the most jaded palette to enjoy.

Ravens wheeled above, eager for carrion. Waiting for the claws to fly, the crimson spurt of blood that signalled an eagles future feed. Sharp teeth busied in the bitter battle rush. Great warriors will fall today.

Some of the stout hearted would turn coward. Fey wolves will win fame far beyond fleeting life. Lucky them that die well. Lying still on bloodied earth. They will be immortal. Hell fiends will come not for them, but for the weak, the battle shy.

Yes - this was Battle Royal - a death of kings and queens, the ultimate stimuli. Ra knew he should calmly rise above the battle, willing on those that either lose their life or avenge those they love who were lost. Admire those warriors young in Winters. But beneath his lion like physique he felt his blood begin to boil. A presence. Something, someone here that could not let him stay aloof. The presence of a pitch black heart. The Egyptian Lotus gave the game away.


Across the battlefield - the goddess - Nephthys herself.

words of a god
words of ramses