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Visionary Kiss I 2
Visionary Kiss I Part Two
Theban 1290 BC
** This is where you will find the person who is the reason that you are here. I do not have much hope that you can change his path at this point in your journey, but you need to be here to understand your purpose, and the reason why I chose you for this task.**
As soon as the whispered words of Isis faded away, Willow found herself in some kind of bathroom. A really large bathroom. Willow walked towards the balcony and, as a warm breeze pushed away the silk curtains, she had a wonderful view over Theban that was breathtaking. Again she wondered how a Goddess could send her on a mission without any information, but maybe this was just the way it worked.
She did know that this was not the world in 2005, or 1900, or even near the time she knew. She had not forgotten that she was Willow Rosenberg, Jewish-Wicca
born and raised in Sunnydale California, but that was not the only thing she knew.
She was also the slave girl Isetnofret, which meant 'Isis is Beautiful'. She wouse tse this body until the Goddess decided that it was time to leave. From a quick look into the golden tray that she was holding, she could see that she still looked much like herself, except for her hair color, which was a more reddish-brown, but her eyes were still the familiar green color she'd known her entire life.
For a short moment, she wondered where the soul of the real Isetnofret had been placed, but as soon as the thought touched her mind, she felt a presence. The
slwas was still here, but in some kind of trance. She was now the possession of the Pharaoh's mistress, Anck-su-namun. But this woman was not the person she
was here for. Isis had talked about 'him' and so Willow searched through the memories of the girl she was now and found only two men who that could be.
The Pharaoh, or the High Priest. But now she needed to bathe her mistress.
"What do you think you are doing? Hurry, you little nothing, or I will give you to the guard's so you will learn to please the person in charge," Anck-su-namun
hissed like one of the cobras that lived in the Temples.
"Mistress, forgive me," whispered Willow, as she knew Isetnofret would do it at such a moment. Her mistress was in a hurry to make herself ready for a man. Which
man, she did not know, but whoever entered the room was her reason for being here.
Willow disliked Anck-su-namun from the first moment she laid eyes on her. In the depth of her eyes was nothing. No emotion was mirrored; there was nothing but calculation and coldness. From the lent memories, she learned that the woman had no heart. She had killed slaves for looking at her at the wrong time, and for other incomprehensible reasons. It itched in the witch's fingers to do a small spell to give the woman's hair a new color, or maybe even give her a bald head.
"Stop dreaming. He will be here soon, and I want to be ready," came the impatient voice as Willow was holding out a large linen cloth.
"Too late, Anck-su-namun," came the smoothest and darkest voice Willow had ever heard, from a point right behind her mistress, and as she lifted her eyes she knew that *he* was the reason she was here.
The woman turned towards the voice, no longer interested in the cloth, showing him all she had, which made the witch wonder how a woman could be this calculating.
"Isetnofret, you are no longer needed."
Willow let out the breath that she had been holding and, with the linen wrapped around her arm, she walked past the pair, unable to stop herself from lifting her eyes from the floor to look into the dark depths of the eyes of Imhotep, High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead.
She wanted an answer to the question of whether he was like her mistress, or if he was worth the sacrifice of her life. Willow found eyes full of life, love, and sympathy that looked straight into her green orbs with not a little confusion. As she walked through the doors, she could still feel his eyes upon her.
Then she heard the voice of Anck-su-namun, which made her see the pout she was sure was on that woman's pretty face.
"Imhotep, if you are no longer interested in me, I can send my slave to you. You don't need to come all the way..."
***
Entering the small chamber that belonged to the slave, Willow was confused. She needed to ask a few questions, and could only hope that Isis was able, and in the mood, to answer them. Making sure that the door was closed, and she was safe to talk, she made her way to the left side of the room to sit down on her simple bed.
"My Mother, Goddess Isis, I need you," she said, in a prayerful, singsong voice.
**I am here, my child.**
Again the Goddess was standing in front of the witch, surrounded by a golden glow, with a smile that made her think that this was the smile of Mona Lisa.
"My Mother, tell me, why does Imhotep need me?"
Now the smile changed, from loving to some kind of I-knew-you-were-the-smart-one.
**I think you already know the answer to this question, my child.**
"She is the reason? Anck-su-namun will be his downfall. From what I know from Isetnofret's memories, she is the concubine of the Pharaoh Seti. She is his, not to be touched by any man but him. But, then why does he sleep with her?" Willow was thinking, and she thought better when she was able to move. That she had learned from Spike. She already missed him, but here and now was not the time to think of him.
The witch began to pace around the room, and now the Goddess, the Mother of All, was sitting on the bed, watching her child pri pride, knowing that she had
chosen wisely.
"He loves her. I have seen it in his eyes. He is blind with love for her, and she thinks she loves him, too. This is so wrong, because she is not able to love. She can only love herself, and he is a thing she wants, and so she does everything she can to get him, not thinking about the consequences."
**Yes, my child, that is it. He will lose everything because of her. Not only his position, but also his life, and even this is not the whole truth**
Willow knelt in front of Isis, laying her head on her lap, needing the safety and comfort.
"But, what can I do? Why am I here? How can I stop love?"
**Maybe you need to know the whole truth.**
That was the last thing Willow heard, and then the vision began with so much force that she dug her nails into the bed so hard that they broke, but she did not feel the pain, as images and pictures flooded her mind.
***
Anck-su-namun enters the outer foyer, the skin-tight dress she's wearing isn't a dress at all, but rather her entire naked body has been painted in the ancient body paint. She makes her way through the ornate statuary, and then its eyes suddenly open. It is really a strange-looking, tattooed man. Several more of these hideous, bald men stand nearby.
They are the Priests of Osiris. Imhotep's Priests. Their eyes watched Anck-su-namun vanish through the bedroom curtains. Anck-su-namun embraces Imhotep.
They kiss passionately, feverishly. Imhotep's hands roam over her perfect body, smearing the paint.
***But for our love, we were willing to risk life itself. ***
The bald Priests rush over and close the outer doors, but just as they do, the doors suddenly burst open.
It is the Pharaoh. He angrily strides in, and looks at the Priests.
***What are you doing here?***
The Pharaoh strides for the curtains and throws them back. Anck-su-namun stands alone. The Pharaoh sees the smeared body paint and points his finger.
***WHO HAS TOUCHED YOU?!***
From behind him, his sword is ripped out of its scabbard. The Pharaoh spins around to see Imhotep.
*** Imhotep? My priest.***
Behind him, Anck-su-namun lifts a dagger and plunges it into his back. Then there is a scream, and Imhotep raises the Pharaoh's sword. The hideous bald Priests
slam the doors and bolt them tight. Through the curtains they see the shadows of Anck-su-namun and Imhotep stab away at the Pharaoh.
Suddenly, the doors are rammed from the other side.
WHAM!
Imhotep and Anck-su-namun turn and look.
WHAM!
The doors are rammed again. The two lovers share desperate looks. WHAM! The bald Priests run up and grab Imhotep and try and pull him towards the balcony.
Imhotep tries to break free, but Anck-su-namun rips the Pharaoh's sword out of his hand and pushes him towards the balcony.
***You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me.***
Imhotep's face fills with despair. Men with blue-tinted skin and strange tattoos all over their bodies stride in, armed to the teeth. The Priests hustle Imhotep out onto the dark balcony just as the Mumia rip through the curtains.
***My body is no longer his temple!***
She plunges the sword into her own heart. Out on the balcony, Imhotep's mouth opens in a horrible, silent scream.
The next thing Willow sees are sand dunes at night. Again, images and voices and thoughts flow through her mind.
Imhotep leads a procession across the dunes. Nubian slaves carry anck-su-namun's mummy. They set her down in the sand, along with five encrusted jars.
***Her body was mummified, her vital organs removed and placed in sacred canopic jars.***
Imhotep, filled with dread, reads from a book made out of pure gold.
*** The Book of The Living contained sacred incantations that would send the evil dead on a journey into the dark underworld. ***
Strange lights suddenly flash across Anck-su-namun's body and across the faces of the slaves and the soldiers. Suddenly, everyone's fear-filled eyes all rise, as if watching Anck-su-namun's body rising. Then one last, huge flash, accompanied by a blast of wind, and it's over. Anck-su-namun's body now lies twisted on the ground.
Imhotep's Priests place the body into a stone sarcophagus. The Nubian slaves lower it into a hole and bury it with sand. Imhotep then signals to the soldiers, who throw their spears at the Nubians, killing them.
***The slaves were killed...***
Imhotep's knife-wielding Priests attack the now unarmed soldiers, hacking at them in the flickering darkness as Imhotep and the Mumia solemnly watches.
***....and the soldiers who killed them were also slain, so that no unholy person should ever know the exact location of the burial site.***
The Mumia walk off across the sand and then, one by one, the Priests stop their frenzied stabbing and stare off at the vanishing Mumia. As the last Mumia disappears over a distant dune, Imhotep nods, and the Priests leap onto Anck-su-namun's grave and begin digging it back up with their hands.
Willow then saw a race out into the moonlit desert, Imhotep leading the way.
Imhotep pulls an ornate chest out of a secret compartment inside the giant statue of Anubis. He opens the chest and lifts out a book made of black
stone.
***But, for my love of Anck-su-namun, I was willing to defy the gods.***
The Priests have gathered in a circle. Their hooded, lifeless eyes seem dead to this world. Their bald heads rock back and forth as they chant, a quiet eerie hum. Heinous creatures. In the middle of the circle is a strange, twisted altar. Imhotep has unwrapped Anck-su-namun's lifeless body and placed her five sacred canopic jars around her.
As Imhotep begins to read, a large hole starts to open in the detritus bog. Several Priests look over at it, frightened, then quickly look back down and resume
chanting. A strange mist wafts up out of the swirling hole and over to the jars, it passes through them and into Anck-su-namun's body. One of the jars shudders,
as the heart inside begins to beat.
Anck-su-namun's eyes suddenly fly open. Imhotep lifts a knife above Anck-su-namun's breast, about to plunge it down.
Just then, the Mumia burst in and storm through the startled Priests. The head Mumia smashes the jar with the beating heart. The mist instantly sucks back out of Anck-su-namun's body and implodes back into the swirling hole. Anck-su-namun's eyes close, dying once again. Imhotep screams in rage. The Mumia grab him
and his Priests.
***My Priests were condemned to be mummified alive.***
Inside a chamber, Imhotep is held by Anubis-headed embalmers. He cringes at the flickering, impressionistic glimpses of his Priests being embalmed and mummified alive. The horrid looking embalmers, using knives, needles and thread, calmly perform their ghastly surgery on the screaming Priests, who are going insane from the procedure.
All twenty-one of Imhotep's Priests squirm inside their wrappings. Imhotep is forced to his knees. His arms are held back.
***As for me, I was condemned to endure the homdai. The worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible, it had never before been bestowed.***
Using a pair of tongs, an embalmer slowly pulls Imhotep's tongue out of his mouth, then places a sharp knife on top of it. His tongue is cut out. The embalmer flings Imhotep's tongue to the floor. The Mumia's dogs attack, and quickly eat it.
Imhotep is wrapped. Only his mouth, nostrils, and fear-filled eyes are left free of the slimy bandages. Detritus muck boils inside a black cauldron. Embalmers scoop out the fetid muck and apply it to Imhotep's wrappings as he squirms. He's then laid in a wooden coffin inside a stone sarcophagus. An embalmer with a bucket steps up and looks into the coffin.
Imhotep's wild eyes stare back. The embalmer empties the bucket over Imhotep's chest; dozens of scarabs, disgusting dung beetles, fall out. They scurry across
Imhotep's screaming face. Some vanish into his tongue-less mouth and up his nostrils.
***By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same.***
The lid to the coffin is slammed shut. Then, using a strange four-sided key, the head Mumia locks the coffin lid tight. The heavy sarcophagus lid is shoved into place, and with a loud whoosh, seals itself airtight. Once again, the head Mumia uses the key, locking the sarcophagus lid tight.
Imhotep's sarcophagus is dropped into the detritus pit. The disgusting muck splashes up, drools down its sides, and then is mysteriously sucked into its seams, vanishing clean.
***And if I could raise my beloved Anck-su-namun from her place in hell, together, we would be an unstoppable infection upon this world. The Apocalypse.***
Imhotep's horrifying tongue-less screams can be heard coming from inside his sarcophagus as gravediggers shovel dirt onto it.
***
Willow slowly opened eyes that were full of unshed tears.
"How should I stop all this, my Mother?" she sobbed.
The Goddess stroked her child's head, knowing that this on won was needed to help Willow understand the situation, but was also horrible for her to see, for the Goddess had only one answer.
**As I said, I do not believe that you will have the chance to do so. But you must try, and if you fail, you will have to try it again, in another time.**
At this moment, Willow could not understand what Isis meant by these words. She only knew that she would try to stop the things she had seen from happening.
She had to.
End Visionary Kiss I Part Two
Theban 1290 BC
** This is where you will find the person who is the reason that you are here. I do not have much hope that you can change his path at this point in your journey, but you need to be here to understand your purpose, and the reason why I chose you for this task.**
As soon as the whispered words of Isis faded away, Willow found herself in some kind of bathroom. A really large bathroom. Willow walked towards the balcony and, as a warm breeze pushed away the silk curtains, she had a wonderful view over Theban that was breathtaking. Again she wondered how a Goddess could send her on a mission without any information, but maybe this was just the way it worked.
She did know that this was not the world in 2005, or 1900, or even near the time she knew. She had not forgotten that she was Willow Rosenberg, Jewish-Wicca
born and raised in Sunnydale California, but that was not the only thing she knew.
She was also the slave girl Isetnofret, which meant 'Isis is Beautiful'. She wouse tse this body until the Goddess decided that it was time to leave. From a quick look into the golden tray that she was holding, she could see that she still looked much like herself, except for her hair color, which was a more reddish-brown, but her eyes were still the familiar green color she'd known her entire life.
For a short moment, she wondered where the soul of the real Isetnofret had been placed, but as soon as the thought touched her mind, she felt a presence. The
slwas was still here, but in some kind of trance. She was now the possession of the Pharaoh's mistress, Anck-su-namun. But this woman was not the person she
was here for. Isis had talked about 'him' and so Willow searched through the memories of the girl she was now and found only two men who that could be.
The Pharaoh, or the High Priest. But now she needed to bathe her mistress.
"What do you think you are doing? Hurry, you little nothing, or I will give you to the guard's so you will learn to please the person in charge," Anck-su-namun
hissed like one of the cobras that lived in the Temples.
"Mistress, forgive me," whispered Willow, as she knew Isetnofret would do it at such a moment. Her mistress was in a hurry to make herself ready for a man. Which
man, she did not know, but whoever entered the room was her reason for being here.
Willow disliked Anck-su-namun from the first moment she laid eyes on her. In the depth of her eyes was nothing. No emotion was mirrored; there was nothing but calculation and coldness. From the lent memories, she learned that the woman had no heart. She had killed slaves for looking at her at the wrong time, and for other incomprehensible reasons. It itched in the witch's fingers to do a small spell to give the woman's hair a new color, or maybe even give her a bald head.
"Stop dreaming. He will be here soon, and I want to be ready," came the impatient voice as Willow was holding out a large linen cloth.
"Too late, Anck-su-namun," came the smoothest and darkest voice Willow had ever heard, from a point right behind her mistress, and as she lifted her eyes she knew that *he* was the reason she was here.
The woman turned towards the voice, no longer interested in the cloth, showing him all she had, which made the witch wonder how a woman could be this calculating.
"Isetnofret, you are no longer needed."
Willow let out the breath that she had been holding and, with the linen wrapped around her arm, she walked past the pair, unable to stop herself from lifting her eyes from the floor to look into the dark depths of the eyes of Imhotep, High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead.
She wanted an answer to the question of whether he was like her mistress, or if he was worth the sacrifice of her life. Willow found eyes full of life, love, and sympathy that looked straight into her green orbs with not a little confusion. As she walked through the doors, she could still feel his eyes upon her.
Then she heard the voice of Anck-su-namun, which made her see the pout she was sure was on that woman's pretty face.
"Imhotep, if you are no longer interested in me, I can send my slave to you. You don't need to come all the way..."
***
Entering the small chamber that belonged to the slave, Willow was confused. She needed to ask a few questions, and could only hope that Isis was able, and in the mood, to answer them. Making sure that the door was closed, and she was safe to talk, she made her way to the left side of the room to sit down on her simple bed.
"My Mother, Goddess Isis, I need you," she said, in a prayerful, singsong voice.
**I am here, my child.**
Again the Goddess was standing in front of the witch, surrounded by a golden glow, with a smile that made her think that this was the smile of Mona Lisa.
"My Mother, tell me, why does Imhotep need me?"
Now the smile changed, from loving to some kind of I-knew-you-were-the-smart-one.
**I think you already know the answer to this question, my child.**
"She is the reason? Anck-su-namun will be his downfall. From what I know from Isetnofret's memories, she is the concubine of the Pharaoh Seti. She is his, not to be touched by any man but him. But, then why does he sleep with her?" Willow was thinking, and she thought better when she was able to move. That she had learned from Spike. She already missed him, but here and now was not the time to think of him.
The witch began to pace around the room, and now the Goddess, the Mother of All, was sitting on the bed, watching her child pri pride, knowing that she had
chosen wisely.
"He loves her. I have seen it in his eyes. He is blind with love for her, and she thinks she loves him, too. This is so wrong, because she is not able to love. She can only love herself, and he is a thing she wants, and so she does everything she can to get him, not thinking about the consequences."
**Yes, my child, that is it. He will lose everything because of her. Not only his position, but also his life, and even this is not the whole truth**
Willow knelt in front of Isis, laying her head on her lap, needing the safety and comfort.
"But, what can I do? Why am I here? How can I stop love?"
**Maybe you need to know the whole truth.**
That was the last thing Willow heard, and then the vision began with so much force that she dug her nails into the bed so hard that they broke, but she did not feel the pain, as images and pictures flooded her mind.
***
Anck-su-namun enters the outer foyer, the skin-tight dress she's wearing isn't a dress at all, but rather her entire naked body has been painted in the ancient body paint. She makes her way through the ornate statuary, and then its eyes suddenly open. It is really a strange-looking, tattooed man. Several more of these hideous, bald men stand nearby.
They are the Priests of Osiris. Imhotep's Priests. Their eyes watched Anck-su-namun vanish through the bedroom curtains. Anck-su-namun embraces Imhotep.
They kiss passionately, feverishly. Imhotep's hands roam over her perfect body, smearing the paint.
***But for our love, we were willing to risk life itself. ***
The bald Priests rush over and close the outer doors, but just as they do, the doors suddenly burst open.
It is the Pharaoh. He angrily strides in, and looks at the Priests.
***What are you doing here?***
The Pharaoh strides for the curtains and throws them back. Anck-su-namun stands alone. The Pharaoh sees the smeared body paint and points his finger.
***WHO HAS TOUCHED YOU?!***
From behind him, his sword is ripped out of its scabbard. The Pharaoh spins around to see Imhotep.
*** Imhotep? My priest.***
Behind him, Anck-su-namun lifts a dagger and plunges it into his back. Then there is a scream, and Imhotep raises the Pharaoh's sword. The hideous bald Priests
slam the doors and bolt them tight. Through the curtains they see the shadows of Anck-su-namun and Imhotep stab away at the Pharaoh.
Suddenly, the doors are rammed from the other side.
WHAM!
Imhotep and Anck-su-namun turn and look.
WHAM!
The doors are rammed again. The two lovers share desperate looks. WHAM! The bald Priests run up and grab Imhotep and try and pull him towards the balcony.
Imhotep tries to break free, but Anck-su-namun rips the Pharaoh's sword out of his hand and pushes him towards the balcony.
***You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me.***
Imhotep's face fills with despair. Men with blue-tinted skin and strange tattoos all over their bodies stride in, armed to the teeth. The Priests hustle Imhotep out onto the dark balcony just as the Mumia rip through the curtains.
***My body is no longer his temple!***
She plunges the sword into her own heart. Out on the balcony, Imhotep's mouth opens in a horrible, silent scream.
The next thing Willow sees are sand dunes at night. Again, images and voices and thoughts flow through her mind.
Imhotep leads a procession across the dunes. Nubian slaves carry anck-su-namun's mummy. They set her down in the sand, along with five encrusted jars.
***Her body was mummified, her vital organs removed and placed in sacred canopic jars.***
Imhotep, filled with dread, reads from a book made out of pure gold.
*** The Book of The Living contained sacred incantations that would send the evil dead on a journey into the dark underworld. ***
Strange lights suddenly flash across Anck-su-namun's body and across the faces of the slaves and the soldiers. Suddenly, everyone's fear-filled eyes all rise, as if watching Anck-su-namun's body rising. Then one last, huge flash, accompanied by a blast of wind, and it's over. Anck-su-namun's body now lies twisted on the ground.
Imhotep's Priests place the body into a stone sarcophagus. The Nubian slaves lower it into a hole and bury it with sand. Imhotep then signals to the soldiers, who throw their spears at the Nubians, killing them.
***The slaves were killed...***
Imhotep's knife-wielding Priests attack the now unarmed soldiers, hacking at them in the flickering darkness as Imhotep and the Mumia solemnly watches.
***....and the soldiers who killed them were also slain, so that no unholy person should ever know the exact location of the burial site.***
The Mumia walk off across the sand and then, one by one, the Priests stop their frenzied stabbing and stare off at the vanishing Mumia. As the last Mumia disappears over a distant dune, Imhotep nods, and the Priests leap onto Anck-su-namun's grave and begin digging it back up with their hands.
Willow then saw a race out into the moonlit desert, Imhotep leading the way.
Imhotep pulls an ornate chest out of a secret compartment inside the giant statue of Anubis. He opens the chest and lifts out a book made of black
stone.
***But, for my love of Anck-su-namun, I was willing to defy the gods.***
The Priests have gathered in a circle. Their hooded, lifeless eyes seem dead to this world. Their bald heads rock back and forth as they chant, a quiet eerie hum. Heinous creatures. In the middle of the circle is a strange, twisted altar. Imhotep has unwrapped Anck-su-namun's lifeless body and placed her five sacred canopic jars around her.
As Imhotep begins to read, a large hole starts to open in the detritus bog. Several Priests look over at it, frightened, then quickly look back down and resume
chanting. A strange mist wafts up out of the swirling hole and over to the jars, it passes through them and into Anck-su-namun's body. One of the jars shudders,
as the heart inside begins to beat.
Anck-su-namun's eyes suddenly fly open. Imhotep lifts a knife above Anck-su-namun's breast, about to plunge it down.
Just then, the Mumia burst in and storm through the startled Priests. The head Mumia smashes the jar with the beating heart. The mist instantly sucks back out of Anck-su-namun's body and implodes back into the swirling hole. Anck-su-namun's eyes close, dying once again. Imhotep screams in rage. The Mumia grab him
and his Priests.
***My Priests were condemned to be mummified alive.***
Inside a chamber, Imhotep is held by Anubis-headed embalmers. He cringes at the flickering, impressionistic glimpses of his Priests being embalmed and mummified alive. The horrid looking embalmers, using knives, needles and thread, calmly perform their ghastly surgery on the screaming Priests, who are going insane from the procedure.
All twenty-one of Imhotep's Priests squirm inside their wrappings. Imhotep is forced to his knees. His arms are held back.
***As for me, I was condemned to endure the homdai. The worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible, it had never before been bestowed.***
Using a pair of tongs, an embalmer slowly pulls Imhotep's tongue out of his mouth, then places a sharp knife on top of it. His tongue is cut out. The embalmer flings Imhotep's tongue to the floor. The Mumia's dogs attack, and quickly eat it.
Imhotep is wrapped. Only his mouth, nostrils, and fear-filled eyes are left free of the slimy bandages. Detritus muck boils inside a black cauldron. Embalmers scoop out the fetid muck and apply it to Imhotep's wrappings as he squirms. He's then laid in a wooden coffin inside a stone sarcophagus. An embalmer with a bucket steps up and looks into the coffin.
Imhotep's wild eyes stare back. The embalmer empties the bucket over Imhotep's chest; dozens of scarabs, disgusting dung beetles, fall out. They scurry across
Imhotep's screaming face. Some vanish into his tongue-less mouth and up his nostrils.
***By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same.***
The lid to the coffin is slammed shut. Then, using a strange four-sided key, the head Mumia locks the coffin lid tight. The heavy sarcophagus lid is shoved into place, and with a loud whoosh, seals itself airtight. Once again, the head Mumia uses the key, locking the sarcophagus lid tight.
Imhotep's sarcophagus is dropped into the detritus pit. The disgusting muck splashes up, drools down its sides, and then is mysteriously sucked into its seams, vanishing clean.
***And if I could raise my beloved Anck-su-namun from her place in hell, together, we would be an unstoppable infection upon this world. The Apocalypse.***
Imhotep's horrifying tongue-less screams can be heard coming from inside his sarcophagus as gravediggers shovel dirt onto it.
***
Willow slowly opened eyes that were full of unshed tears.
"How should I stop all this, my Mother?" she sobbed.
The Goddess stroked her child's head, knowing that this on won was needed to help Willow understand the situation, but was also horrible for her to see, for the Goddess had only one answer.
**As I said, I do not believe that you will have the chance to do so. But you must try, and if you fail, you will have to try it again, in another time.**
At this moment, Willow could not understand what Isis meant by these words. She only knew that she would try to stop the things she had seen from happening.
She had to.
End Visionary Kiss I Part Two