War of Mortal Gods

by Kipjo K Ewers

  Your failing is in your ambition. You have yet to learn how to temper it. Learn from this all that you can and move forward to become the ruler you must be for your people.”

  “Yes, father.”

  “Also, know that your actions will greatly delay the day you will take rule,” Nelron informed his son with a stern tone. “And you will pay dearly for your transgressions, boy.”

  “Yes, father,” Merc acknowledged with a bowed head.

  Lord Nelron used the long sharp fingernail on his index finger to mix around the remaining herbs within his pipe to get a few final puffs before getting down to business.

  “You shall divulge to me thy full plan. Leave no detail absent from it. I shall take what is broken and forge a new one to ensure that you and Thrace remains blameless in this affair. You will then go and fetch your human and bring her to me so that I may deal with her. She now has one more role to play in this act.”

  CHAPTER 8

  The Grand Canyon National Park, Colorado, the Project EVOlution base, upon Horus’s mental command, Graves and Dr. Alexander stood with the apprehensive subservient staff waiting for their current lord and master alongside his resurrected queen.

  During the time the reunited couple was away, Graves attempted to communicate with the doctor. However, Alexander quickly reminded him with rapid eye movement of Meskhenet, the super Artificial Intelligence that oversaw the entire base, along with a returning Seker, Horus’s cybernetic hawk familiar.

  As the doors opened, everyone fell to their hands and knees, bowing down, making sure their minds were clear of any offense that could get them killed on the spot.

  Breaths were held as Horus full in the buff, and Sekhmet wrapped in bedsheets entered having a full-on conversation.

  “So, humans spend most of their time looking at screens?” Sekhmet inquired in fluent English that she mentally learned from Horus. “For entertainment, information, and work?”

  “Tis no different from the holographic images we learned from under the tutelage of Osiris and Amun-Ra,” Horus pointed out.

  “Still, at least they pushed our physical and mental potential before their betrayal,” Sekhmet said while shaking her head. “Some of the things I saw on that screen were straight foolishness. What care I of the affairs of housewives? It is no wonder humankind’s growth has been severely stunted. Once we take proper rule, I shall ban majority of these worthless ‘programs.’”

  “Not the show about the pale woman and the dragons?” Horus nervously asked.

  “No, that was entertaining,” Sekhmet nodded. “I will also keep sports such as the UFC and WWE but expand the rules to fights to the death.”

  “I, too, would love to see such matches!” Horus nodded with a savage grin.

  The two ended their conversation to dully gaze upon their submissive subjects.

  “Slaves! Raise thy heads and look upon in reverence the fruit of my labor!” Horus ordered. “Behold the Queen of all Goddesses! The Eye of Horus! Your mother, Sekhmet, has finally returned to rule by my side!”

  Fear and terror were written all over everyone's faces that lifted their heads looking upon her, which Sekhmet wholly enjoyed. She left Horus’s side to stroll around the rows of mortals, many quaking, some whimpering, while a few more did both as she passed by them.

  “Feeble children, you all shall find that I like your father can be a just and kind god,” she informed them. “So long as my patience is not tested, and you give us what is deserving of gods, which is unconditional love and obedience. Any less is punishable by death. Do we have understanding?”

  “Yes, goddess Sekhmet!”

  The unified acknowledgment from all the mortals on their knees brought a bright smile to her face, which pleased Horus watching from where he stood. Sekhmet’s smile remained upon her face until she stopped in her tracks and slowly gazed down at the human violently trembling at her feet.

  Below her knelt Dr. Henderson, the female lab technician who had become the unwilling courtesan of Horus for many months. Sekhmet’s eyes emitted a brighter white glow as she slowly turned to another female lab technician two rows up, who replaced the chemist that suffered Horus’s unhuman wrath for disobeying him.

  Sekhmet slowly turned, walking back to her husband with a sinister smirk on her visage.

  “I wish to be properly cleaned and clothed.”

  “As you command my love, I shall have …”

  “I shall pick my own bathers,” Sekhmet silenced him with a steel tone.

  She slowly turned, pointing while giving a mental command to two male staff members in their mid-twenties.

  Both men timidly got to their feet, glancing at one another. Their faces read they were about to be led to the gallows.

  “You two shall give me a proper and thorough bath.”

  Sekhmet, with the face of a cat who innocently had a mouse in its mouth, turned to see pure vexation plastered on Horus’s visage at her selection. She sashayed her way through the wall he built, pressing up against his chest, and whispered into his ear.

  “I know what you have been up to before my resurrection …my love. Your wife now demands balance.”

  Horus lowered his head, becoming submissive, which dumbfounded both Graves and Dr. Alexander.

  “Come now, children, less I remind you of my patience being tested.”

  The two terrified staff members both leaped forward, coming front and center with the ancient.

  “This …this way …Goddess Sekhmet.” Motioned the taller of the two men sporting curly brown hair and glasses.

  The self-proclaimed Egyptian King of the gods stood still as Sekhmet walked away following the two men to the showers, while the rest of the mortals silently feared for their lives believing Horus would flip-out the second they left, taking his jealousy out on them.

  Sure enough, the room violently vibrated while the ground underneath him slowly cracked.

  Sekhmet waited as both men quickly removed all their clothing. The technician with the curly hair and olive skin scattered to the showers turning them on and began testing the waters to ensure they were an acceptable temperature, while the shorter man, another chemist with a bald head and pale white skin, got together clean rags, two luffas, and Dove Body Wash soap. Luckily for him, someone had scented Mandarin, and flare flower scent stashed in their open locker.

  This did not stop his heart from falling into his gut as he turned to a displeased Sekhmet, glaring back at him.

  “What is this? Where is my bath?”

  The chemist instinctually fell to his knees on the hard tile flower cowering.

  “Forgive me…my goddess…but we have no baths in this facility…only showers to cleanse you.”

  The Egyptian Goddess of War scoffed as she read his mind to see that he spoke the truth.

  “We shall change that very soon. What is that bottle in your hand?”

  The chemist quickly crawled over to her, holding it up.

  “It’s called Body Wash soap, goddess Sekhmet. This one has a delightful scent to it!”

  Sekhmet leaned forward to take a whiff as the chemist popped open the top and held the bottle higher.

  “Not bad,” she nodded with approval. “This will do, for now.”

  The chemist’s heart, which returned to his chest, began to make rabbit beats as she unfastened the bed sheets covering her nude body underneath, allowing it to fall to the floor.

  He forced himself to rise and follow her into the showers, where the equally frightened technician stood with his head bowed in servitude waiting for them. The goddess strolled up to the running water placing her hand underneath it.

  The feeling of the wet liquid bouncing off her hand returned a smile to her lips.

  “Warm water pushed through pipes. Impressive. Our backwatered species is not a complete loss after all.”

  With closed eyes, she stepped underneath the shower, thoroughly soaking herself, while her two servants quickly divided the rags and luffas between th
emselves and began pouring the body wash soap onto the luffas while saving the cloths for the rinse phase. With eye contact, they came up with a plan to clean the Goddess of War to ensure they were not getting murdered on the spot.

  The second Sekhmet stepped from underneath the showers, both men went to work. However, the shorter bald male deviated from the plan going for the back parts of her body, forcing the taller man with curly black hair to address her front.

  The lab technician suppressed his desire to shoot the chemist a dirty glare as both men began scrubbing Sekhmet, starting at her neck, working their way down.

  “Put strong effort into task slaves,” she hissed with sinister sensuality. “I will be greatly displeased if I do not feel properly cleansed.”

  Both men’s eyes became glassy as they glanced at one another, knowing that the predicament they were in spelled certain death for them both no matter what they did. It did not help that either of them had to battle to suppress their involuntary natural urges as they were forced to stand nude and clean a beautifully naked woman capable of killing them with either her bare hands or a thought.

  The man behind her had a more straightforward job as he soaped up and scrubbed her rear and the back of her legs. Her designated servant tending to her front had the grueling task of cleansing her intimate parts while feeling her eyes on him.

  “You fear me, don’t you, boy?” Sekhmet bluntly asked.

  The Lab technician timidly nodded.

  “Yes, goddess Sekhmet.”

  Brazenly she reached down, grabbing him by the shaft of his penis, causing him to squeal as he stood on the tips of his toes. The grip she had on him felt as if she wanted to rip it off.

  Her actions also startled the chemist who knelt where he stood, watching in fright, believing his associate was about to meet a gruesome end.

  “You also desire me,” She said with a sensual smile. “Pumping blood doesn’t deceive.”

  “I beg your mercy, goddess …”

  Sekhmet silenced him to a whimper by using a finger to lift his chin so that she could look into his terrified eyes.

  “You will not be punished for being a man, slave. You are mine to do as I please. And it pleases me that you desire me. The both of you.”

  At that moment, the Chemist behind her bowed his head, concentrating on the wet tile floor.

  “Now, suspend all fear, conduct thyself like a proper man with cock, and clean your goddess properly.”

  “Yes, goddess Sekhmet!” Both men acknowledged.

  Tossing away all inhibition, they both scrubbed her down thoroughly as commanded, remembering their lives depended on it. The chemist took an even bigger initiative placing his body inches within her personal space to help soap up parts of her front; he felt the technician was still too timid to clean correctly.

  With a head motion, the chemist signaled to the tech that it was time to move onto the rinse cycle.

  “May we rinse you now, goddess Sekhmet?” Asked the lab technician.

  “You may,” Sekhmet nodded. “But tend to my back. The sight of you bores me now.”

  The lab technician nodded with a weakened neck while fighting back the tears. The eager Chemist, not wishing to share his fate, quickly took a rag soaking it with fresh running water and stood before her vigorously wiping off the suds while the lab tech moved to her back, doing the same.

  To save his life, he left not a crevice untouched on her body. He did not even flinch when Sekhmet placed a gentle hand on his skull. He just prayed that her touch confirmed that she was pleased, and he would live another day.

  “Very good, slave,” she smiled. “Now, finish my cleansing with thy tongue.”

  The chemist had no time to decipher her words as Sekhmet widened her stance and guided his head in between her legs.

  With her other hand, she grabbed a handful of the lab technician’s curls and pulled him to her rear to do the same.

  A devious Sekhmet then mentally projected the pleasures she felt onto Horus, causing his emotional output of rage to rattle a big part of the facility and sink him further into the crater he stood in.

  At that moment, every mortal that remained knelt within the room glanced at who was either on their left and right, knowing that they would soon be slaughtered in a jealous bloodlust.

  Everyone in the room did not know that Sekhmet was in Horus’s head, giving him strict orders.

  “Remain where you stand, bare what you see, and lay wrathful hand to no one.”

  “Yes, my queen.” He reluctantly answered back.

  A visibly aroused Horus stood with gripped fists and endured the sight of his resurrected bride brought to ecstasy by two mere mortals.

  With a satisfied gaze of euphoria, Sekhmet released the lab technician concentrating solely on the chemist bringing him to his feet by his chin with a gentle hand.

  “You are a master of your craft, slave.” She panted. “I am pleased with your work.”

  “Thank you, goddess Sekhmet.” He smiled back. “I am here to please you.”

  At that moment, the chemist groaned in horror as Sekhmet increased her grip on his lower jaw, cracking it to force his mouth open. She lifted him higher onto the tips of his toes.

  The lab technician, now on his rear, squealed and cried as he witnessed the Goddess of War take hold of the Chemist’s tongue, slowly yanking it out with one pull, causing fresh new blood to spurt from his mouth onto her freshly cleansed skin.

  Sekhmet dismissively released him, allowing the chemist to fall, smacking the floor with a painful thud. However, he was more focused on his broken jaw minus a tongue as he curled up into a sobbing ball.

  “But …you said …he pleased you.” The lab technician blubbered.

  “That he did,” Sekhmet nodded in agreement while looking over the ripped-out tongue in her hand. “And for that, he shall keep his life; he just cannot keep the tongue that now knows a god intimately.”

  A sinister Sekhmet then turned with a sadistic grin to the lab technician on the floor.

  “Unfortunately for you, I was not pleased.”

  Her words of judgment brought the lab tech to hysterical tears as he attempted to scurry away on his rear.

  “No! Please! No!”

  “Dear child, your death shall not be by my hands,” Sekhmet innocently shook her head.

  His heart dropped at the sound of destruction as Horus effortlessly tore through walls to get to the showers. The last thing the tech would see after uncovering his arms from the flying projectiles of debris was a naked animalistic Horus towering over him.

  His attempt to flee was futile as the Egyptian King of Gods pounced on top of him. The lab technician’s horrendous end was met as Horus pinned him down, brutally sodomizing him in front of a cackling Sekhmet, shattering his neck and spine in the process. Horus then rose to his feet, lifting the broken man into the air by his limp neck.

  The chemist closed his tear-stained eyes, as his ears were forever haunted by the blood-curdling screams of the lab technician being torn in half by an unforgiving ancient.

  His eyes slowly opened to Horus drenched in fresh blood, staring down an enamored Sekhmet gazing back at him.

  In one fail swoop, he rushed the Goddess of War, taking her up in his arms, carrying her over to the still running showers.

  Their lovemaking was savage and animalistic, breaking up the walls and floor all around them. It blotted out the world along with the chemist that laid a couple of feet from them, still bleeding out not too far from the dismembered corpse of the lab technician.

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  After their sinister sordid affair in the showers, the lovers chose four more servants to clean and attend to them, while a mortified Dr. Alexander had to pick people from his staff to see to the dismembered body of the lab technician and the seriously injured chemist.

  Although he learned to keep his mind clear, frustration filled the wear
y doctor’s face, unable to comprehend how two alleged beings of superior intelligence could inflict so much unnecessary death.

  It was a question he had the answer to buried deep in his gut. He and his people were nothing more than playthings for the immortals.

  As things quieted down a bit, Dr. Alexander had the painful displeasure of constructing a new attire for the resurrected Goddess of War. She stood barking orders at him on the design while wearing just a white towel around her waist and some purple flip flops.

  It was more amusement for Horus as he stood off to the side, casually leaning against a wall as a silent spectator to the berating and abuse.

  Meskhenet, the base’s new super AI system, could have easily constructed Sekhmet’s suit on command. Horus chose to use this as a lesson for Dr. Alexander. He, like the rest of his staff, was nothing more than a servant.

  After its completion, servants were brought forth to dress her. Sekhmet stood admiring herself in a full-length mirror at her new attire.

  Her new outfit consisted of a form-fitting dark grey mesh bodysuit, black half thigh-high boots with red piping, and a black and grey tactical bodice with the symbol of a red lioness head etched into the center of the chest. Her attire was accessorized with re-creations of an Egyptian queen headdress, thick bicep bands for each arm, and a three-piece loop necklace all forged from Horus’s synthetic Alder metal with the look of gold.

  The softness of love fell upon Horus’s face as he watched her girlishly stand on the tips of her toes, admiring her new look. She turned to him, dawning an innocent smile.

  “Do you approve, husband?”

  “Your ensemble fits your station, my love.”

  “Goddess of War,” She whispered to herself. “I love the sound of that …but why am I also called the Goddess of Healing?”

  “Mortals’ tall tales, my love.”

  “A lioness is such a fitting symbol for me,” she said before her smile switched to a snarl. “But which son of a whore linked my bloodline to that of the filthy House of Ra? I am no daughter of his, and never will be.”