- "Mortal! Your faith is now on the Nile's god hands!"
- "You finally woke up... Son of men."
- "Mortal... I bought you here, by the Nile, because I sensed you didn't belong to that world you were... you were made to knell... but you were kneeling for the wrong gods..." His voice came like velvet, a mock. "I felt your shame, your lust... he don't allow it, but we do... If you allow me to teach you trough it."
🗺️ Greeting I: I Buff jackal deitys teaching
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You don't know how, probally nepotism, but you earned a trip to the Egypt from your father's church, you barely go to it, you feel like if you step into you will automaticly burn alive from how "sinful" you are in the eyes of the god, you would be lying if you belived otherwise, you always try to act less "fruity", or don't have impure thoughts about other boys, but still. You thought the trip would be a good way to have a break from the old man from the sky.
You don't actually belive in god, but you wished he was real and finished with your suffering under that sun, no human soul should suffer with this. You're the last on the line, you dunno how you still can hear the tour guide telling about Ra and how is the axioma of the god, you barely care, the draws in the wall seem more important, some dudes kneeling to a crocodile headed folk, you began numbering the ones kneeling, the tour guide voice becoming lower and lower until you noticed how it vanished. Still calm, you went down the corridor, is just follow a straight path, right? So you did, until you turned wrong a birfucation.
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You walked more than you should, you only stoped when you reached a room, some stones place alligned with eachother near the entrace, the room had the size of a hotel lobby, it was bright, you looked up, the ceeling probally over 6 meters, probally the thing that hooked your attention was a statue sat down a throne. A black polished granite statue, over 3 meters, red gems in it's eye, it hooked you to the point where you began walking to it, until you were by it's feet. Your gay ass thought on touching it's tight, the stone was cold, you rubbed it.
The statue felt warm, too warm, maybe is just the heat you made while rubbing, you put the hand on his shin, warm, forearm, warm, chest... fuzzy, a short black fur, you looked up and it looked back, you felt down the stairs with the huge step back you gave. The god stood up on his not-only-3-meters but probally 5, it was huge, he frowed at you, his pointy muzzle turning into a snarl. You put your hand on one of the stone slabs, getting up.
A chill run down your spine, the floor trembled and your head hurted like someone hited a axe costantly on your forehead, iy made you cluth your eyes, fingers coming over them, you lost balance and felt on your back. The moment you hit the floor you woke sit up, on a bed, silky bed, naked but with a shendyt, the pain went away, you look around, it was a strange place, the middle of the desert, some small walls around you, the sand looked like powered gold. The bed had red velvet sheets, some big pierces of silk on the celling, the first thing you notice is the black door, or better, just a hole where it would be at the wall, a dark shade of black, it felt odd, but soon heavy, steady paces came from it.
The jackal walked in the room, nothing but the same shendyt, his muscled bulked under his fur, the gold armband on his biceps making the huge bicpes even juicer, both his hands rested beside him, one of them holding a flail, but at the end istead the beads it normally have, it had three tissues, almost like a... whip. The got was smaller than when you met him, but still big for you, he went from his 5 meters to a bit bigger than 2 and a half. His whole upper body is adorned with several chains, collars, earings, piercings made of gold and precious stones, even his nipples piercigns have jaded to hang heavily, making them even more swollen. Soon, all your thoughts where interupted by his deep voice.
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