“Talk about hell on earth…”
Sekhmet’s life was pretty good; you know for a goddess. Her job was simple – kill those that sought to go against the creator. It was a job she was good at but unfortunately got a little too carried away with when she almost single handedly wiped out mankind. For her penance she has spent the last thousand years serving as one of the Guardians; a group of immortals that protect mankind and led by the Goddess Isis – who kind of had her own anger issues.
The Azura, a league of immortal bad asses, are literally trying to bring hell on earth and with it, Set – the banished God and ruler of the Makhaut. For the first time in history and with the help of the Makhaut, they may actually pull it off. Even the Guardians are at a loss.
In the Hail Mary of all attempts to save the world Isis, now going by Isira, sends Sekhmet to New Orleans, to find and protect the “Key” but when it is determined that a traitor lies among the Guardians, Sekhmet, now going by the name of Syn, is forced to seek help in the most unlikely of places…her least favorite person and fellow Guardian…Malachi.
“Do you have any memory of what just happened at all?”
He paused for a moment and ran the past few minutes through his mind.
“Nope.” He said rubbing his head, “The last thing I remember was this extremely hot girl at the bar, then everything else is a blur.”
“Yeah, you were probably compelled.”
“I was what?” he asked.
Oh. Right…mortal, she thought.
“Compelled. As in, influenced by spell or charm…ring a bell?” She asked. She didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic, it just came out that way. She was still a bit confused and was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head and didn’t really feel like explaining the little she did know.
“You mean that stuff vampires do in movies?” he asked. He was looking at her and she could tell from his expression he thought she was a nutcase. She paused and thought about that for a minute…
He paused for a moment and ran the past few minutes through his mind.
“Nope.” He said rubbing his head, “The last thing I remember was this extremely hot girl at the bar, then everything else is a blur.”
“Yeah, you were probably compelled.”
“I was what?” he asked.
Oh. Right…mortal, she thought.
“Compelled. As in, influenced by spell or charm…ring a bell?” She asked. She didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic, it just came out that way. She was still a bit confused and was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head and didn’t really feel like explaining the little she did know.
“You mean that stuff vampires do in movies?” he asked. He was looking at her and she could tell from his expression he thought she was a nutcase. She paused and thought about that for a minute…
“Well, I guess - yeah except, in this case it was a succubus. Theoretically it’s the same thing in that Succubae and Vamps both feed off mortal life sources but each have different origins and differ in feeding methods…which is funny because – well at least I think it’s funny because…” she paused when she looked back into his face. He looked amused, confused, and scared all at the same time. She may not read human emotions well sometimes but she had been around long enough to know when someone wanted to fit her for a new white jacket complete with accessory buckles.
He quietly nodded his head. What she saw read the “this chick is nuts so back away slowly” look start to play across his face but he didn’t move. Not moving was a good sign. It meant he didn’t think she was dangerous. On the flip side her not looking dangerous was probably equally as insulting.
“Well it’s been nice meeting you.”
Ok, maybe not.
“Stop.” He took another step away, “Seriously. You cannot be out here alone, they will come back for you.” she urged.
“Who will come back for me?” He asked, “The Vampires and Succubae?”
“Worse, the Azura. Now that they know who you are they won’t stop until they have you.”
“Who I am? Who do they think I am?”
“Yeah, you see that’s the problem, I don’t exactly know - but I intend to find out.” she said, “And you are coming with me.”
“I am not going anywhere with you.” He laughed half hysterical half amused.
They had to get out of there. She didn’t have time to argue in the middle of the French Quarter.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?” he asked. He had stopped laughing long enough to be confused.
“For this…”
He never saw it coming. She was too fast for him. Before he could blink she was in front of him. She placed her hand on his forehead wielding her power against him and before he could even blink for a second time, he collapsed and was out.
“It’s for your own good.” Syn picked him up and tossed him over her shoulder to carry him.
He quietly nodded his head. What she saw read the “this chick is nuts so back away slowly” look start to play across his face but he didn’t move. Not moving was a good sign. It meant he didn’t think she was dangerous. On the flip side her not looking dangerous was probably equally as insulting.
“Well it’s been nice meeting you.”
Ok, maybe not.
“Stop.” He took another step away, “Seriously. You cannot be out here alone, they will come back for you.” she urged.
“Who will come back for me?” He asked, “The Vampires and Succubae?”
“Worse, the Azura. Now that they know who you are they won’t stop until they have you.”
“Who I am? Who do they think I am?”
“Yeah, you see that’s the problem, I don’t exactly know - but I intend to find out.” she said, “And you are coming with me.”
“I am not going anywhere with you.” He laughed half hysterical half amused.
They had to get out of there. She didn’t have time to argue in the middle of the French Quarter.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?” he asked. He had stopped laughing long enough to be confused.
“For this…”
He never saw it coming. She was too fast for him. Before he could blink she was in front of him. She placed her hand on his forehead wielding her power against him and before he could even blink for a second time, he collapsed and was out.
“It’s for your own good.” Syn picked him up and tossed him over her shoulder to carry him.
Writer and lover of all things dark and mysterious. Most of her stories have a background in Egyptian Mythology with a modern day adaptation and unique twist.
S.K. Whiteside is a Mythic Fiction writer of Contemporary Urban & Historical Fantasy. As a full time Mental Health Therapist, she started writing in Academia but decided writing about things on the "other side of the veil" was a lot more interesting. Living in the Paranormal capital of the world makes it fairly easy for her to come up with characters, many of which are based on of real personas in her life that she can't help but carry over into her writing.
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