The Awakening ch.02

     In the dark night sky above the sands of Lower Egypt a terrifying shape flew with its only witnesses the beasts of the desert below. The shape of the body was like that of a dragon. The main body would only be seen by the people of the time as monstrous, but thousands of years later one could identify it with a dinosaur known as a velociraptor. It had five clawed digits on its hands but the feet were those of a velociraptor. Its wings were the wings of a bat, except they were positioned upon its back like those of a western dragon. Its tail trailed behind it like a long whipping python with a metal Chinese dragon styled blade on the tip. Its head and neck were like those of a mutant cobra. It had the long neck and hood of a cobra but its head was like that of a velociraptor. Taken as a whole this creature was like a cross between the most dangerous elements of dragons and carnisaurs, except that it was a deep pink in color.

 

    It flies off in the direction of a mostly unlit small village surrounded by fields of crops on the outskirts of a much larger city; “a servant village” thinks the dragon like creature as it swoops down behind some rocks a few yards off from the village.

 

     From behind the rock the creature’s form begins to shift. Its wings shrink and retract in to its body, as the head and tail shrink. As the head changes into a roughly human shape and the tail disappears the body takes on an upright stance. The hands and feet alter into roughly the same shape as those of a human. In place of its tail now sits a shapely curved woman’s hips and ass. Looking up and around to the front one would see a flat stomach, and higher than that two human like breasts, save for the fact that they lacked nipples and the sides of them were covered in triangular scales. The entire body in fact was covered in these triangular deep pink scales except for the inner thighs, abdomen, the cleavage of the breasts, and up the neck under her chin. Her hairless head was covered in the triangular scales except for her face which had the features of an Egyptian woman, save that is for being reptilian with her crocodile eyes and many uniform shark like teeth.

 

    She spied her target, a lone guard watching out for raiding baboons that might attack the crops. She smiled a wicked toothy smile as she set her plan into motion. Her scales vanished, replaced by the skin of an Egyptian woman. Her teeth and eyes became those of a noble complete with the makeup styles of the time. From her head sprouted out jet black hair that reached midway down her neck as it took on a form mimicking an Egyptian woman’s wig.

 

    She stepped out from behind the rocks and waggled her way over to the very confused guard. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman would just walk out of the desert. He thought that he might be dreaming or that this was some lost rich man’s concubine. She walked over to him and told him that she was the concubine of a wealthy merchant whose caravan had been attacked by raiders in the desert to the south, and that she had barely managed to escape them as they stopped chasing her when she reached this small village and that she would be very grateful if he would protect her that night. He didn’t have time to think over the impossibilities of her story as she threw herself into his arms and embraced him in a kiss. His thoughts were lost to this gorgeous creature in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her, prepared to take her right there on the spot as she pressed her supple breasts against his chest and explored his back with her dainty fingers.

 

    The guard’s sexual thoughts and ambitions were cut short as a deep pain struck his back as the woman’s long finger nails dug into his back. He tried to throw her away from him but found he couldn’t escape her grasp. He couldn’t even break off the kiss as her tongue change into the forked tongue of a snake but had the thickness and versatility of a squid’s whip like tentacles. She wrapped her tongue around his and kept his jaws pried open as she looped her tongue in his mouth like a wheel, while squeezing his tongue in hers’ grip. The poor man couldn’t run, and for obvious reasons couldn’t scream as he felt a strange numbness enter his mouth and go down his throat. The woman was releasing a paralyzing gas from with in her throat, a concept that would have been lost to this man.

 

    The man’s body was paralyzed and shortly after he fell into a deep sleep. The woman reverted back to her scaled woman form while holding the man. Her wings sprang forth from her back giving her the appearance of a demon. With impossible strength and speed for her size and shape she picked up the man like she holding a sack of straw under her arms and flew off with him into the desert to the West.

 

    Far away in another dimension beyond the world known by mankind lays a great city. This city is composed of massive monoliths, temples, and towers of a style that would not be seen on Earth until the days of the Roman Empire. The great buildings appeared to be made of marble but were of an impossible magnitude for stone work. Even the steps to the stairs leading to the temples were higher than a man’s head.

 

    In one of these great buildings Ahm watches with his great eagle like eyes a portal into the world of Earth. With the glowing green bordered portal Ahm watches the deep pink demon like creature as she carries off her victim.

 

    “Ananth” whispers Ahm to himself, “So you have already discovered where your master lies, and it seems you some how have even discovered a means to awaken her.”

 

    Ahm stands to his full impressive yet lanky height and with a quick fiery slash of his claws rips a hole in the fabric of space.

 

    “You shall not be permitted to defy me, and reawaken the destroyer.” announces Ahm seemingly to the walls of his home as he steps through the blazing wormhole between realities.

 

     Ananth has flown as close as she can to a secret spot in the middle of the desert. A stone dome in a hole in the sand which could easily be missed by someone walking only a hundred feet away as the dome seemed to push the sand and create dunes all around it. She drops her sleeping cargo on the cold night sand as she stares at the dome where she knows Litmet is sleeping.

 

    Ananth retracts her wings and then breaths out a yellow mist which snakes down into the mouth, nose, and eyes of the sleeping man. The man awakens with a choking cough. He is dazed and confused, unable to see straight for a whole minute. When his vision finally clears up he looks up from the ground to see Ananth looming over him. He tries to scream and run but finds he can neither stand nor speak let alone scream and run.

 

    Ananth smiles her toothy smile down at her helpless victim enjoying his terrified expression. She says to the man in his language, “I will give you back your ability to move, and you will go down to the tomb and enter the inner chamber.”

 

     With a wave of her hand the man can walk again. He stands and turns towards the dome and is suddenly overcome by a horrific fear. His fear of the tomb out weighs his fear of the demonic woman whose name and power he does not know. He turns back to Ananth and begs her not to send him there, for he does not know why but he is afraid of the place.

 

    Ananth simply says, “You have more to fear from Ananth at this time. Your fear is but a spell placed upon that tomb to keep out thieves.”

 

     She paused for a moment thinking and said, “If you go in you can have any jewels and gold you find for it is another kind of treasure with in that I seek.”

 

    The man can not overcome his fear or his confusion of this situation for he does not know why this demonic woman can not simply go in herself.

 

     While he is tempted by the treasure he turns to the woman and says, “Sorry, but I can’t the fear spell you spoke of is too strong. I think I would rather risk the journey across the desert.”

 

    “If that is your wish.” She hisses, “But if you do you will surely be devoured by Ananth”.

 

    “Ananth” thinks the man remembering she had said that name before, “What is Ananth?” asks the man.

 

   “ME!” she roars as she distorts her body changing into her dragon like form. The man screams the scream of a man who knows he is about to die as he staggers back looking into the face and crocodile eyes of Ananth.

 

    As the man staggers backwards he finds himself suddenly tumbling down the sand towards the tomb. Above he can hear the horrific laughs of Ananth, a sound one could only imagine as being what a crocodile must sound like if it could laugh. In front of the tomb the man stands to his feet looking back and forth between the tomb and Ananth who is staring down at him from the edge. He knows that his fear of the tomb can only be from a spell as he grew up working around numerous tombs for the nobility; however he was absolutely certain that if he tried to run Ananth would scoop him up, kill him, and likely just go and capture another to send into the tomb. With a quick push of determination he swallowed his fear and pushed open the loose stone slab that served as the entrance to the tomb. He was surprised at how easily the door opened despite its tremendous height as he walked inside; unaware of the giant flash of fire which had appeared from no where a distance behind Ananth.

 

    In an endless darkness filled with waves of shadows like the bottom of some unknown ethereal sea lies the ghostly sleeping form of Litmet. It is her spirit detached from her body. Her body lies with in the inner sanctum of the dome like tomb. She slowly pulls into her ghostly form the stray emotional energies of mindless beasts which wonder the desert like small wisps of smoke. She could only pull in such minute fragments of power as few beasts dared stray too close to the dome for its aura of fear, and even then she was forced to pull the energy through a world of shadows of her own creation as the only means through Ahm’s barriers. In the end she barely brought in enough power to keep her astral form in the shadowy world only able to peer into the physical world with in the tomb and Ahm’s barriers. This night however something new has come, a human stands with in the tomb, but he has stopped just before the door to her prison.

 

    “A little closer.” She thinks knowing that Ahm placed that door there along with tablets in many languages warning humans not to enter the inner chamber.

 

    The man need only take one step through the door to the inner chamber and her body would awaken. This man however had stopped and read the tablets. She watched him from the shadowy world and knew that another chance like this may never come again as she peered into his mind and knew Ananth was responsible for this. She knew Ahm must also be watching this and that he may very well arrive at any moment to attack Ananth or even remove this one human. It was in this instance that she hatched her plan.

 

    In the distant past Litmet had created daughters fully formed with tremendous powers; and she had just enough power to create in the shadowy world one such body. From with in the ghostly image of Litmet a dark purple core appeared from her head and floated away from the image of her body which vanished as her ghost returned to her sleeping form. Her soul however remained in the shadows gathering the very fabric of this micro-reality into its self. In the void of nothingness she had expanded her orb like soul into a sphere of black fire like some mockery of the sun. The orb reshaped into giant black petals folded onto themselves like a rose bud.

 

    The great black flower changed in color as though it were bleeding. The shadowy black petals became a morose blackish crimson. The great flower unfurled to reveal the body Litmet’s soul had created. Its beauty was striking, a woman whose skin was nearly as pale as that of the dead of the people of the north. Her breasts were high and fairly large but in perfect proportion to her impressive curvy frame. Her body was well toned yet not noticeably muscular. Her stomach was perfectly flat yet not skinny with wide hips and impressive legs. Her face was that of a goddess with perfect chin and cheek structure and a dainty nose. Adorning her head was hair that flowed down her back like a river of blackish blood, as her hair was the same color as the petals of the great flower.

 

     She opened her crimson red eyes and smiled. “My true body and the bulk of my power still sleeps” she said to herself, “but that doesn’t mean that a part of me can not still roam the earth Ahm.” With a little laugh to herself she vanished with a flash of blue fire from the nothingness.

 

    Inside the tomb the man can hear thunderous sounds outside, sounds that to later peoples could be identified as explosions. The man moves to the entrance looking outside and sees great blasts of fire and strange purple, pink, yellow, and blue lights from over the edge. He takes a few steps out of the tomb and sees Ananth flying high in the sky spewing forth from her mouth beams of light of various colors towards a second creature that to the man looks to be one of his gods.

 

   The man falls to his knees with tears running down his cheeks, “Amon-Ra or Horus has come to my rescue.” thinks the man.

 

    “Not quite.” Comes a sweet seductive voice from the dunes nearby. The man, startled, quickly rises to his feet to see a strangely pale woman, unlike any woman he had ever seen before; her light pale pink tits being the focus of his attention at first and then to the rest of the woman’s alien appearance. He has never seen a woman so pale, with such strangely colored hair, nor for that a matter a woman that stood taller than him. As she walked towards him he could see by the moon’s light her dark red eyes. He knew in this instant that not only was this no woman of Egypt she wasn’t even human. Before the man could scream a long black thorn covered whip had wrapped around his throat.

 

    Litmet in her new body had spied the human the very instant he left the safety of the tomb, for even she whose true body lay inside could not enter it now. She stood before the man hidden in the shadows of the dune as his thoughts screeched at her like nails on slate. His new found hope at seeing Ahm in the sky struggling with Ananth in combat sickened Litmet. She strode before strutting her grand beauty. Her new body may not be exactly like the human form of her old one with different colored hair and eyes, but her beauty had caused gods and the rulers of the many hells to swoon at her feet. It was for this reason that she was greatly angered, nay, pissed at his reaction of terror to her. With out thinking a black thorn covered vine like whip materialized from her hand and struck out strangling the human.

 

    Litmet looked down at the black hilt of the weapon and back up at the man struggling to tare the whip from his throat ripping his hands open in his futile attempts. Litmet smiled as she pulled the man to her, retracting the weapon back into the void of its hilt. When the man with his bleeding hands was pulled face to face with Litmet she grabbed him about the waist and pulled him off his feet as she embraced his lips with her own. The man’s skin turned pale and his eyes darkened. His body became a mummified husk which Litmet let fall to her feet. With her hunger satiated she turned her attention to the conflict above.

 

     A great blast of sand flies high into the air as Ananth crashes head first into the dunes. Ahm levitates effortlessly high above her; his dancing fiery aura a clear sign of his pleasure at overcoming Ananth. He slowly lowers himself down above his opponent preparing to finish her off as he gathers white flames in his talon like hand. His joy is cut short as a blast of black lightning strikes him in the back throwing him front first into a dune, utterly destroying the dune in the process. With the fire of rage burning in his eyes Ahm lifts himself from the desert floor; the sand cascading off his golden feathers as he quickly stands to his feet. He turns to see the source of the attack.

 

    The woman looks familiar to him, “a woman from the Otherworld?” he thinks as she has the same physical appearance as several of the nobles from that place.

 

    “Who are you, and why did you attack me!?” demands Ahm.

 

     The woman cracks a smile and laughs.

 

    “I am as you have surmised ole exalted one. I am indeed from the Other World. The Five Mountains to be exact.” She stops and smiles as she thinks to herself. “I am one of the Five Rulers there.”

 

    “There are only four rulers there. The four flowers under the command of Litmet; who I have triumphed over. If you are one of them come to save your queen then had best be prepared to fight the sun god.”

 

   “Sun god? You? You are but a Hinnen. Not a god; and as for your conjecture. You are mistaken. I am the flower who rules the Black Mountain.”

 

    Ahm glares at this woman and her impertinence to him. Although he is confounded to learn that a fifth flower maiden exists. He knew of the white, red, blue, and green maidens but knew nothing of one who ruled the black mountain.

 

    “It doesn’t matter.” He says as he tosses a fire ball at his new opponent.

 

    With a wave of her hand she releases wave of dark energy which wraps around the fire ball and vanishing both attacks into nothingness. She takes advantage of Ahm’s confusion to fly over and grab the unconscious Ananth. She flies away with Ananth in her arms vanishing off into the distance.

 

    The confused Ahm stands staring blankly into space when a terrifying thought hits him, “was that Litmet?”

 

     He uses his ability to look through dimensional rifts to peek into the tomb seeing Litmet still sleeping.

 

    “good” he thinks, relieved that the woman was not Litmet.

 

 

    “However given what she said she must be a minion of Litmet. She saved Ananth, undoubtedly they were working together to free their master. I must remain vigilant” he says aloud to himself.