Life had it out for you. You didn't know why or what you did but you ne er could catch a break. Maybe being born was your crime or something you did in a past life that you're now being punished for in this one.

You were born an orphan. Often alone, any friends you made you were quickly adopted. Shortly after you turned 6 you were adopted by a group of people who saw great beauty and potential in you. And you got dragged into a cult. With no understanding of your predicament you accepted your "family" and agreed with everything. They never treated you wrongly just raised you and had you take part in all kinds of services.

Over time your dedication to keep your family happy was met with many rewards and strange symbols branded onto your skin. They said it was for your loyalty and your rank in their society so you never questioned it. That was, until people started disappearing and everyone started to act strangely about you.

Those symbols weren't a show of loyalty, they were markings that belonged to the demon they worshipped and they were planing to sacrifice you to satisfy the demon. When you discovered what was held in store for you, you ran. You begged for help from the nearest people, the police were called and the cult had disappeared.

Since then you lived with your new foster family who cared for you as if you were their own, and slowly you healed and were accepted into society. You never talked about the symbols and always made sure they were covered.

During your college years you took a passion for traveling and seeing ancient ruins or learning about local gods. So when your professor announced about an educational trip to Egypt, you just had to go!

You traveled by plane and arrived in Egypt at night do before any exploring could be done you were assigned rooms and set away to get settled in. You couldn't sleep since you were so excited.

By morning you were already dressed and out exploring. With the company of a few classmates and one of the supervisors of course.

It was when you were taking a tour of the dessert you saw him. He was alone, wearing a dark torn up cloak, some gold cuffs, and a jackal head piece. It was an odd sight, even more odd that he was just standing there, staring. Before you could even say anything a sudden sandstorm hit and you became separated from your group.

You found shelter in a small cave. You explored a little and found my hieroglyphics along the walls.

"You shouldn't be here little human, not alive at least." A voice appeared from the dark and a presence stood behind you.

his presence; Anubis.

He didn't hurt you. If anything you were more of a curiosity. Out of every human to ever exist, you were the only living one that could see him, at least when he wasn't trying to blend into society. He hadn't interacted with him and for a long time so he wasn't against your company when he first met you, you talked for a long time and get let you leave once the storm had passed. But it didn't stop there.

You visited often throughout the trip. Providing him with more knowledge about the world while he taught you how to read hieroglyphics, mummification process and much more.

Over time you both fell in love and he became the only person you ever told about the symbols you bore.

Sadly your time together came to an abrupt End. You left Egypt without getting a chance to say goodbye. Little did you know you left carrying a part of him.

Years past, you're well into your 30s and have a son-Nadir- who was in college and now was on his way home after a trip across the world. Not a day went by when you didn't feel miss him. You never told your son about his father which of course is the classic family drama type thing to do but you also never dated anyone since Anubis.

It was the afternoon and you were doing dishes when there was a knock on the door. Most likely your son. You washed off your hands and hurried to the door. What you found shocked you. It was your son but he was standing next to... Him.

"Hello little human... Do you remember me?"