Styx: The River of Hate [malexmale]

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"Sept, my love, you are far too good to me."

Her voice always reminded me of a siren's. Beautiful, musical, and yet deadly. There was nothing soft and tender about it, no, but that was what drew me to her. Her deadly saunter, the way her long, thick black hair fell over one of her shoulders with braids intertwined, her bangs cut straight across over a pair of thin, regal brows and hooded chocolate eyes. She wore a beautiful blood red dress that fell in silky layers over her hourglass figure.

"I think you mistake me for you." I answered huskily, reaching my hand out to touch her smooth, bare shoulder, shivering at how warm her skin felt. Her dark eyes danced in the light of the sun that fell into one of the many deserted streets of the Egyptian city of Buto. She smirked and stepped so close to me that her lucious curves pressed up against my skin, making my mouth water. I could hear her heart pounding deep in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins.

"You're cute," She laughed softly, reaching up to brush the hair back from my face and back over my shoulder before she gripped both my shoulders, pulling her face closer to mine, "Absolutely precious, Sept. Tis a pity that your father cannot see how capable you are." I felt a pang in my chest at the mention of my father; a man who could care less for a god such as myself. I wasn't even called a god amongst my people or the Egyptians who worshipped us. Nay, they called me a spirit.

And that is what I did.

I followed the warriors into battle, thrashing through the hot sand of the desert as swords clanged together loudly, shields crashed together, war cries rang up to the heavens and stirred the war gods from their slumber.

I was the spirit of vengeance, of violence, of hatred. My presence merely stirred up the emotions that raged within each of the warriors. Fathers who'd lost sons, sons who'd lost brothers. Their heart burned for revenge and fed my powers so that they brimmed harshly inside me, burning my blood.

"Do not anger yourself," Her voice cut through my angry thoughts, cooling me instantly as she laid her hand against my cheek, "Be calm, my Sept. You must listen to me." I frowned at the seriousness of her tone, lowering my eyes to meet hers that had shown with concern.

"The Greeks," She whispered, making me frown, "They come to Egypt. Their gods will follow and they will wage war for the worship of the humans. You cannot let this war take place." I blinked, surprised at that. We'd known plenty of the Greek pantheon as their ridiculous civil war had caused great disrupt in our world. It had disrupted nature's balance and plunged humans into a dark age of misery and woe. They were nothing, but trouble, I knew.

"Why do you tell me this? Why do you not tell Ma'at or Horus? Surely they have more power than I." I protested, making her smile at me in a way that was chiding, yet it hardly irked me. It probably helped that she stood on her toes, kissing me gently on the lips.

"They cannot know of them, Sept. You need to be the representative of the Egyptians. You must meet with a god named Hermes on the island of Crete. Make peace with the Greeks, Sept. You know as well as I that war against them will destroy the humans, the humans that we feed from and cherish." She explained gently. I stiffened, stepping away from her and narrowing my eyes.

"You would have me risk my godhood for a peace treaty with the Greeks? Have you gone mad?"

"Sept, you know better than to take that tone with me," Her voice hardened and I knew instantly that my insult to her was a big mistake, "You must meet with Hermes. He will not harm you. He is not a god of war or treachery. He is a god of messengers. That is why they send you."

"Then send Sobkou to negotiate peace with them. He is our messenger, not I." I responded sternly, turning to leave, but she caught my wrist and tore me back to her. I wanted to protest, but it was damn near impossible with her breasts pushing against my chest, her lips dangerously close to mine, hips grinding against me.