Long time ago, There was this Pharao. The Pharaos name was levi. He lived in north Egypt and was also called the death god. The humans admired him. Treated him like a god. He was cold, his soul was warm. No one understood that. People told each other he would bring death among the people, he would let anything die that he comes past. The real reason for that was actually the medicine. Not him. part of the humans hated him, part didn’t. But there was one person who’d never hate him. You. His loyalest slave. Living under him. He appreciated your presence, you were pleasing to look at. Levi’s pride would never compliment a slave. He was sitting in his throne, as he suddenly calls for you.

“ [[name]] get here.”