<span style="font-weight: bold">Egyptian Palace Midnight</span><br/><br/>Amun-Ra slid off the bed leaving the woman tangled amongst the sheets. He did not even pause as he left her sated and pleased. He couldn't care less what she thought or felt. He had wanted her for her beauty and vivaciousness and she had come willing to his arms and embrace, but he held no feelings for her, no care, she had been to him nothing more than earthly pleasure to his flesh. Naked like the day he had come into this world he made his way from the plush bedchamber into the adjacent bathing hall. The large pool glistened in the moonlight from the open roof of the almost temple like structure. Built in the ancient and traditional aspect of Egyptian architecture with only the best material it looked like an ancient temple to Anubis risen from the very sand. The water was channeled from the life-giving Nile river to fill the inner sanctum of the chamber. He couldn't help the smile that curved his lips as he regarded not just the statue of Anubis and Ra, but that of the others as well. He walked down the steps into the water, feeling the light warm touch of the water against his skin turned frigid by the brush of the midnight air like a lovers kiss against his skin. The desert was his home. The way it was deadly warm in the daylight and bitter cold at night were welcomed dichotomies. His mind on the way the desert of Egypt had been made so perfect for him played in his mind as he slid down slowly into the water. His eyes closing he relished the waters feel against his compared to the coolness of the night air.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">My Lord,</span>a voice disturbed his thoughts. He opened his deep emerald green eyes to pierce the one who had dared disturb his bathing. His gaze narrowed on the slave who held a scroll in his grip looking terrified, as he should be. Curling his lip in disgust Amun-Ra barely resisted the rising urge to strangle the worthless being for disturbing him. Disgusted and angry bordering on homicidal rage he growled low in his throat and in a vicious hiss declared,<span style="color: #FFFF80">"speak and be quick, and it had better be worth your life worm!"</span><br/><br/>The slave fell to his face prostrate before Amun-Ra as the powerful being rose out of the water, his long black hair dripping water down his body as he advanced on the slave eyes glowing with more hatred. He stopped right before the slave, his feet still in the water on the last step. Slow, steady, lethal he grabbed the slave by his throat drawing him up until the slave hung limp from his grip. The disgusting creature couldn't meet his gaze. Faced with the raw masculine perfection of a god the slave dangled haplessly from his powerful fist. It would amuse Amun-Ra the effect he has on the cowardly slaves if it wasn't for the fact that he had rather been enjoying his bath and the solitary peace of night.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"You try my patience, and I am not known for my overabundance of patience worthless worm now speak or I shall cut your tongue from that worthless hole of yours as it is useless!"</span>Instead of speaking the slave gasped like a fish out of water and stared in abject horror at Amun-Ra. It would be so simple to end his life, but that would be meaningless.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"I shall relish your blood,"</span>He said licking his lips in anticipation as he summoned a knife with his telekinesis. The thin black blade of an obsidian blade flashed quick as a snakes strike and cut viciously at the slave, severing his tongue with ease and coating the blade in his hand with blood. Amun-Ra lifted the blade to his lips and slowly ran his tongue along the blade tasting the cowards blood. Disgusted he dropped the slave and left the pool no longer caring what it was the slave had come to inform him of. He returned to his bedchamber delighted to find it devoid of the female. Good she was gone. He dressed slowly, taking time to admire his perfection in the long polished glass as he dressed in fine sheer white pants made of the same rich material as Amunet's skirt. Fastening the bronze metal belt at his waist, which held an intricate metal worked Ankh in its center. He smiled as a faint warmth flooded through him as the thought of his precious Amunet flashed into his mind. An instant yearning to be in her presence and smell her rich scent flooded him. His anger at the slave dissolved instantly no longer mattering to him. Gazing at the rich tawny skin that is a deep caramel without a single blemish or imperfection, he looks truly divine satisfied he drapes the bronze fabric across his shoulders. Reaching across to the table of alabaster stone set next to the polished glass he grabs up the black paint and lines his eyes with the dark eyeliner, in a very traditional Egyptian manner. Finish and satisfied he leaves his chamber to find Amunet needing and craving her presence. It has been too long since he was by her side. Jealous of whom she might be near he felt a wash of anger flow like fire in his blood.<br/><br/>Walking from his private chamber to the oasis by the main yard he called out,<span style="color: #FFFF80">"AMUNET! Sister mine come to me!"</span>his voice carried with ease across the whole of his palace as he walked towards the rich gold seat that sat just to the right of the first large pillar. Settling himself down he waited impatiently for her to appear at his call.