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Legacy II
Survivoria
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Another one runs....
Fucking hell....
another one....
They always run....
Screaming.
Like a goat with a spear up its arse.
This one pissed himself,
the smell of it sharp in the air,
mixing with the lotus oil and my own sweat.
He left his shendyt behind,
the fucking coward...
I stare at the crumpled linen on my floor,
the faint glint of his payment scattered in the dust.
Not enough...
Never enough to erase this.
That limp-cocked nswt.
That Pharaoh...
May his balls shrivel and his tongue rot in his mouth...
He called me a goddess when I rode him,
said my mouth was a gift from Isis herself...
For hours, I worked his flaccid little worm
until it was as hard as the granite they build his useless monuments with.
I gave him everything...
I am the best!...
I am Meresankh...
the fucking primordial mound of pleasure.
He came with a pathetic little squeak,
then his eyes...
his eyes rolled back, and he looked at me...
Looked through me...
He didnโt see me...
He saw... something else...
And then the whispers started.
The curse...
Spat from his lips like poison.
He said nothing of what he saw.
Just that my khet, my body, was now a vessel of...
something.
Some bin-fucking-thing from the Duat.
He said men would still come,
drawn by my fame,
but they would flee in shrieking terror
when my true nature was revealed.
But when is it revealed?
I look the same.
Same skin, same full lips painted with red ochre,
same kohl around my eyes.
I touch my face, my breasts,
the wet between my legs.
It's all me...!
Soft....
Wet....
Ready....
The men, they seem to agree.
They fuck me with a desperate hunger...
They gasp and moan and call me their queen.
It's always at the very end....
The moment their seed spills inside me,
their pleasure turns to skull-faced horror....
Their eyes widen....
They scramble away, falling over themselves,
clawing at the door,
screaming as if theyโve seen
Apep himself coiled in my womb....
Why do they run?...
What do they see?...
The question circles in my head,
a scarab beetle crawling under my skin.
Itโs always there, whispering.
Why do they run?...
And with it, another thought...
A phrase that appeared in my mind the night of the curse.
Umbrail Veil....
Umbrail Veil....
I don't know what it means.
Itโs not of Kemet.
It feels... alien.
A sheet of darkness between what I am and what they see.
A curtain I cannot pull back.
Umbrail Veil....