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<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“Is that my purpose here? Am I to serve you once more?”</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">“You are right to assume so. I take it your slumber has been peaceful? Have you felt the foul touch of Black Pharoah’s influence?”</span> he asked.
<span class="mu-i">“My mind has been blessedly silent.”</span> you promised. <span class="mu-i">“Thanks to you, my lord.”</span>
And it had been. Before Khonshu, you had been subject to the everlasting torment that was the Mark of Knull, a brand placed upon you by none other than the “Crawling Chaos” himself. Much like other members of your kind, it plunged your mind into a seemingly inescapable quagmire of madness and torment. That was, until Khonshu offered to remove it for you.
You would never forget the kindness he showed you, nor would you forsake the clarity that his brand brought you. You could feel it, even now, resting gently on your forehead, where your previous brand had been. It marked the depth of your devotion. Like many others before and after you, you were a living example of what Khonshu’s Mercy had wrought.
<span class="mu-s">“I am pleased to hear that, my child. Because I am afraid that my Hunter’s Moon requires your assistance.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Say no more, my lord. Just point me in the direction.”</span>
And, without another word, Khonshu impressed upon you a sense of the direction from which his enemies approached. Although, there was…something else here too. Something old and…vaguely familiar.
When you opened your eyes again, you were surprised to see that a younger, more attractive woman had replaced the old lady. No…she was wearing the same clothes, and she more or less smelled the same. Except this one was at least forty or fifty years younger.
<span class="mu-s">“Don’t make me come up there, young lady!”</span> the woman shouted up at you.
You scowled at her and lowered yourself down from the ceiling on a bolt of cloth that was still stuck to it. You locked eyes with the woman, stopping right in front of her as you silently dared her to hit you with that broom. To her credit, though, she didn’t shy away, even when you exposed your teeth and let out a low growl. Her frown only deepened.
<span class="mu-s">“What have you done with my granddaughter? Is this Khonshu’s doing?”</span>
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“Something like that…”</span></span> you hissed. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“The girl is fine. Khonshu brought me out to protect her.”</span></span>
The woman’s eyes widened in surprise.
<span class="mu-s">“What are you going to do?”</span> she asked cautiously.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“Eliminate the threat.”</span></span> you declared without hesitation, flipping over to drop onto your hands and feet, before rising to your full height.
You frowned up at the old, Young woman. This host was still too short for your liking. You would have to fix that.
Your bones popped and your muscles restructured to fit your ideal body, growing to accommodate the figure of a slightly more…"mature" human female.
There, that was better.
You moved to step past the old, Young woman, when, to your annoyance, she moved to block you.
