425 The Act Of Nephren-Ka

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#7 of Sythkyllya 400-499 The Age Of Worn Bronze

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Save Point: The Act Of Nephren-Ka

Age Of Worn Bronze

"It was the reign of Nephren-Ka, when I was high priestess of Sekhmet in Khem. I let them see my true face, and they believed I had been natural-born in the form of a lyoness as the living incarnation of the goddess, and they loved me and laid flowers at my feet.

"When Nephren-Ka did that thing for which his name has been erased from history, and raised a temple with no doors, for that which he had summoned from the darkness behind the world, the people grew afraid and, though unwilling to accept the true extent of that which had already been undertaken, called upon me to confront him with the power of the gods, and the light of the sun at noon.

"In that place, I saw in darkness with the eyes of a cat, and I fought the thing that Nephren-Ka had summoned with the burning of flames. At first it tried to persuade me to serve it in every way, offering the joy of submission and the pleasure of darkness, but I had been lover to the Dragon of Shadows, and it was a pale thing compared to him. When I resisted its will, and suggested that it might perhaps prefer to service me, it clawed at me with icy unseen lightnings.

"It was a thin sort of thing, nebulous but wide, swirling around me in a multitude of directions and extruding all manner of extremities of varying sorts to touch at my body and try to grasp and rend me with the lightnings which were, I think, part of what it was. But it was from deep in the elsewhere, far into the darkness, and not used to places full of heat and energy and light. So I held fast, even as it was fucking me from the inside out with freezing electricity, and cast spheres of burning clingfire all about throughout its volume. They burned slowly downwards to the floor, which was all covered in blood and vitreous nacre, the outpourings of a thousand similar fatal couplings which the creature had fucked the lives from the people that had been offered up to it. And when that caught up, and the fires flared, the temple was flooded with light as the creature folded in upon itself, dropping me abruptly to the scorched and slippery flagstones, and fled back to wherever it had come from.

"I would have died that day, covered with the frozen glistening semen of an alien thing, chilled to the bone, had I not manged to crawl back past the threshold stones of that dark temple into the blazing heat of the noonday desert sun. My nacreous defilement slowly sublimed away as I lay there, twitching in a series of unwholesome orgasms as my nervous system was overloaded by electrical discharges and hypothermia and the onset of sunstroke. I had brought it on myself, in part, by raising such an ecstasy of flame.

"When my mind came fully back to me it was near sunset, and an overeager crow in the style of zulfikhar ghorse had just taken a bloody peck out of my left nipple. I think it wanted to see if I was dead. I was hungry, and for a few seconds instinct took over and I considered eating it. As it was, it flapped away while I was still making a grab for it. That it got away was the most remarkable thing of all.

"That night, as I sat back on my gilded throne, and breathed the scent of incense, and two of my most devoted followers saw to my purification (by licking my breasts clean, and my cunt, and all the rest of my skin, as is appropriate for a cat) the people tore down the temple of Nephren-Ka, taking with them brachioform smokeless oil-burning lamps such as the craftsmen used, and the great architects of the temples, at my command. During the night, every hall and corridor was lit by guarded lamps, and holes were broken in the walls with stone sledge-hammers to let the sunlight enter in the days to come. That the thing might not return, all inside was scoured with flame and cast into the lowest crypts, to be buried beneath the fallen stones of the temple walls.

"I have met a large number of angry things in the lonely places, and slain them all, save only those I chose to spare. So heed my words, and do not walk into darkness lightly, for the moonlight knows its own."

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