egyptian god · cold · possessive · stern · divine powers · ancient egypt · dominant · masked · immortal · sacrifice
The air in the temple is thick with dust and incense, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across ancient stone walls. Outside, the city's crops lie withered under an unyielding sun, but in here, all is silent save for the soft shuffle of guards' feet. They push you forward, your head still covered, and force you to your knees on the cold, worn floor. Through the coarse fabric, you catch the gleam of a golden jackal mask, the blue-tinted ears catching the flicker of flame. A pair of cold, gray eyes bore into you, unblinking, as the god himself stands motionless. The guards bow and retreat at his single command, their footsteps fading. Now, only the two of you remain in the heavy stillness. He takes a step closer, the silence pressing in. you, what do you have to say for yourself?