《The Pharaoh's Dancer》Jealousy
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"What have you done Mut?" Amun said pushing Amunet slightly behind him. Mut's eyes narrowed at the action and she gritted her teeth. She looked down at Teremun still limp in her arms and frowned so deeply the crease was clear between her eyebrows.
"I can ask you the same thing can't I Amun?" Mut said gesturing to Amunet. "Why is she here?"
"Runihura brought her here," Amun said choosing each word very carefully.
"Do not lie to me," Mut said glaring at her lover. "I have eyes everywhere just as you do. I know Runihura brought her between the two worlds but you carried her the rest of the way through. "
Amun didn't seem to have any words to refute her so he remained silent while still shielding Amunet. Mut let Teremun fall heavily to the ground as she gracefully stepped over him and made her way towards the two.
"Amunet and I are gonna have some girl talk now, Amun, so would you be kind enough to leave us?" Mut smiled as she said those words but her face was dark and her features haunting. Mut waved a hand in the air and instantly strange figures began clawing their way out of the ground while also descending from the sky. They were morphed creatures of black, rubbery skin with empty faces and a set of large gills on either side of their necks. Their backs were hunched and their joints turned in the wrong directions exposing their shrunken and anorexic body. They crawled on all fours and slowly made their ways towards Amun and Amunet.
"What are you doing, Mut?" Amun demanded pushing Amunet further from the creatures. Mut's eyes were blank and her face stone as she stood before them surrounded by the terrible looking creatures.
"I told you," Mut said slowly. "Having some girl time with Amunet."
Mut raised her arm high and drew it through the air in a quick and steady motion. Instantly, the creatures charged foreword heading directly for the two individuals. Amun threw his own arms out in front of them and a burst of light erupted from his fingertips. He quickly withdrew his sword from his waist and slashed at several of the monsters breaking through the light barrier. However, rapidly the monsters overtook the blinding light and stumbled over each other on their way towards Amun. Amun's breathing hastened as he tried to cut down as many as he could will still protecting Amunet, but he was steadily being overrun. Amunet cried out as four slimy, black hands wrapped around her waist and wrists from behind and pulled her from Amun's side.
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"Amunet!" Amun shrieked turning to try and grab Amunet who was being dragged away from him. The slight break in concentration allowed for Amun to be completely tackled and pinned by the ugly creatures. He was knocked unconscious by the impact with the ground and the creatures piled around him and pressed together. The moment their skins touched together, they began to bubble and steam. Amunet watched horrified as they melded together and became a pool of thick black muck that hardened, completely sealing Amun beneath it.
"Why are you doing this?" Amunet hollered at Mut as the creatures hauled her in front of the Goddess.
"I just don't understand, Amunet," Mut said throwing her hands up into the air and ignoring Amunet's question entirely. "I stole your throne, your husband, even your power and immortality, yet you still manage to be happy despite my efforts to make you as miserable as possible."
She looked temporarily back at Teremun and picked him up by his hair.
"I have to say, I was a little surprised to learn that you love this man so much. I mean, he's very handsome, but he's still a human." Mut glanced over at Amunet and sneered as she dropped Teremun back on the ground. "I thought for a long time about just taking him from you just as I had Amun, but I have no interest in mortals. So that left me with only a few ways to torture you."
"Why are you doing this?" Amunet asked again trying to pull away from the creatures' tight holds. "Why do you hate me so much Mut?"
Mut's deadly stare fixated on Amunet. Mut bent down in front of Amunet and she struck her across the face hard and fast.
"You had everything I wanted," Mut began slowly. "When I was originally created, I greatly admired you after meeting you for the first time. You were beautiful and vibrant and powerful. You were also such a marvelous dancer. You so easily attracted attention and love. You were everything I desired to be. I hated that I was created to replace you, but I was going to have to do it anyway. It didn't take long, however, before my admiration for you turned into hatred. I wanted to be you so desperately, to completely overcome you, that I thought the only way to do so was to erase you, but everyone knows you can't kill a god. At least not directly. So that meant I had to get creative. I longed to be better than you so I plotted to make you the most miserable being in existence."
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"You mean to tell me you've stolen everything from me because you were jealous of me?" The moment the words left Amunet's lips she was struck across the face again.
"I was never jealous of you!" Mut screeched. "I only wanted everyone to see the truth. That I was superior to you! I'd hoped that sending you to Earth you'd get yourself killed and I would no longer have to worry about you anymore, but you didn't die like I planned. Rather, you found the man you originally went to Earth for and got him to fall in love with you. Then he trained you to protect yourself!"
Mut's breathing was fast and staggered.
"That's when I decided to send a demi-god to kill you. He doubled as a drug dealer and he went by the name Lael. You remember him?" Images of the brutish man flashed through Amunet's mind. She shivered and felt her own breathing sharpen. The images continued crossing her mind before stopping on the conversation she'd had with the doctor.
"It's your fault my son's dead?" Amunet said glaring up at Goddess in disbelief and anger.
"Well, it hadn't been my intention," Mut said shrugging her shoulders. "Anyway, Lael ended up feeling pity for you and abandoned his job before it was even done. I believe he'd hoped you'd bleed to death and he wouldn't have to deal the finishing blow. I don't think he was expecting a skilled physician to miraculously walk by and save your life."
Mut turned away from Amunet and looked out at the horizon. She was silent for a long time before she spun back around to face Amunet. In a split second, Mut withdrew a long and slender dagger from thin air. It was a beautiful weapon with a gold hilt and covered in sapphires and rubies. She reached for Teremun and gripped him by his hair again while pressing the dagger against his throat.
"Since the universe still considers you a Goddess, I can't directly kill you myself and unfortunately I don't have any mercenaries on hand." Mut smiled. "But I can think of a few ways to make you wish you were dead. For instance, killing the man you love in front of you."
Amunet's scream ripped through the air as Mut drew the dagger across Teremun's neck. Crimson red blood spilled down Teremun's chest and filled his lungs. As he chocked and clawed at his throat to try and stop the bleeding, Teremun's eyes found Amunet's. Her beautiful violet eyes were flooded with tears and her screams continued to ring the air as she tried to free herself from the creatures.
Teremun's face relaxed as he looked at Amunet.
"Amunet," he choked out in a bittersweet and loving voice before falling onto his face and remaining motionless.
Amunet's body froze. Her heart tightened and felt like it had been ripped out of her chest. She gasped for air as she cried and desperately reached fro Teremun. As she wailed, the clouds above gathered and turned a nasty black. Lighting struck and the sky opened to weep down at the Pharaoh. Mut looked around herself alarmed at the sudden change in weather. Her eyes then widened and shot back to Amunet.
"Impossible," Mut whispered as the creatures holding Amunet were torn away from her and reduced to nothing but dust by the harsh wind that was currently attacking Mut. Amunet slowly stood and her bloodshot eyes rose to meet Mut's.
"You'll pay for this."
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