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1942,
Somewhere in the Sahara Desert

"Rick, we have to stop them!" Evelyn O'Connell cried out, tearing at
the manacles that bound her and her husband to the foot of the mighty sandstone
pillar, decorated with ancient carvings. Her voice bounced off the thick walls
of the temple, but was quickly drowned out by the ceaseless chanting of the
rows of kneeling black clad men.

Rick pulled at the chain that constrained him until the muscles in his powerful
arms stood out like ropes, but the thick links held. He screamed in
frustration, yanking at the shackles until trickles of blood started to run
down his hands from where he tore his skin at his wrists. He hit the pillar
with the flat of his palms once, twice in an impotent rage, then he finally
slumped to the sand covered ground next to his wife.

They ran away from Europe, from the war and the danger. They should have been
safe here, in Africa. The undead mummies were gone, all the evil ghosts
banished to the realm of the deaths. He, Evie and Alex should have been safe
here... Even Ardeth promised that they would be... and now this...

Rick scanned the rows and rows of black clad Medjai, who had their heads
lowered and were chanting softly facing the altar on the opposite side of the
vast room. Then he met the eyes of the creature standing by the altar, watching
him with a mocking smile on his full lips. Long black hair, sun tanned face,
dark tattoos of the Medjai, black cloak, revealing a muscled chest adorned with
more swirls of the intricate tattoos. O'Connell clenched his hands in fists so
tight that his knuckles went white.

Fucking smirking bastard! Not looking away, he spat on the ground in disgust.
The creature's smirk grew more pronounced. Feisal the Dark, they called
him, Tutankhamun's personal guard who sealed a pact with the black magic to
take revenge on the ones who killed his beloved Master and Pharaoh... He died
young but took all of the guilty ones with him. And now he was back, his soul
returning from the afterlife...

The chanting grew louder and the dull thumping of a drum reached them from the
corridor. Evie and Rick both jumped to their feet, their hearts racing. They
knew what was coming. And indeed, the small column of black clad Medjai
appeared in the doorway next to which their pillar stood. Three pairs of
warriors passed by, not giving them one glance. And then...

Ardeth. He stopped in the doorway for a moment, the only man besides Rick who
looked the dark creature directly in the eyes. Rick watched as his friend
clenched his teeth, the muscle jumping in his jaw. O'Connell felt angry, no,
enraged at the Medjai for pulling them into their problems once again since
they had nothing to do with the awakening of this particular monster. But he
couldn't be angry at Ardeth... not at him since the warrior was in the same
situation as they were...

Rick flicked a gaze at the demon by the altar, the creature's dark features
illuminated by the light of dozens of torches. Gasim... Ardeth's son...
possessed by the Evil itself... Unimaginable...

But then Ardeth took a deep breath and started to walk down the aisle, breaking
the moment of serene calm that settled over O'Connell for a second. Rick knew
what would come next so he braced himself, nonetheless a shocked gasp escaped
him.

Only dimly he registered Evie crying out in rage and panic, for his whole mind
focused on the young man the black clad guards were leading by his arms between
them. Alex...

They washed his sun bleached hair and oiled his tanned skin until it gleamed
and shimmered in the torch light. He was bare footed and they dressed him only
in a simple white gown. But it was the expression on his face that Rick
couldn't look away from. Alex had his glassy eyes half closed, lips parted and
his cheeks were slightly flushed. His head was lolling slightly to the side as
if he was drunk and if the men didn't pull him forward he wouldn't have taken
one step on his own.

"Alex!" Evie shouted, jerking on the chain to get to her son.
"Alex, look at me! Alex!"

"Alex!" Rick joined his wife, trying to get his son's attention. But
to no avail.

The guards passed by, dragging the oblivious youth with them to the altar. Like
a speck of light in the dark Alex's white clad figure moved dreamily between
the rows of the Medjai, then up the sandstone steps to the altar where the
guards passed him over to the waiting creature.

By now the O'Connells stopped fighting their bonds, wanting to at least bear
witness to what would happen when they couldn't help. Evie leaned into her
husband, clutching his arm and breathed heavily, fighting the tears that
gathered in her eyes. Rick went rock solid, impotent fury burning in his chest.
Their friend Ardeth who knelt down by the foot of the stairs leading to the
altar raised his head too, facing the same terrible decision to not leave his
son in the clutches of Feisal alone.

Feisal ran his hands up and down the arms of the gently swaying young man, then
he touched Alex's chin with his right one and lifted the blond head to meet the
half closed eyes. He ran his thumb over Alex's lower lip, gazing enrapt into
the blue eyes that blinked open slowly and sluggishly. When they finally
focused, a dreamy smile appeared on Alex's face and he leaned his cheek into the
creature's hand.

>>"Feisal..."<< Alex whispered, his voice full of
strange happiness.

The dark man smiled openly. >>"Tutankhamun..."<<

Their voices echoed through the vast room in the sudden silence that settled
over the temple when the drum ceased to thump and the Medjai stopped their grim
chanting.

>>"I've waited so long..."<< Feisal whispered.

Alex leaned closer as if pulled by a strong, unseen power. Feisal released his
shoulder and his chin and reached for the golden clasp that held Alex's white garb
and opened it. The light fabric shimmered to the floor, revealing the young
man's naked figure. His well oiled tanned skin glowed in the firelight. The
creature devoured the sight with his hungry black eyes.

Evie looked away. Rick clenched his jaw and fists tightly. Ardeth mirrored his
gesture.

And Feisal took Alex's face in his hands once again, drawing small circles on
the clean shaven cheeks with his thumbs and leaning closer he covered the full
lips with his own, kissing his long lost Master and Pharaoh passionately,
drinking from his mouth like a man dying from thirst.

Tutankhamun...

Master...

Pharaoh...

Lover...

TBC?
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