Warnings: Death. Lots and lots of death. AU. (Skating in under the wire, I know)
Once she had been a Princess. Mukarramma-Mesi. Now, she was merely this golden mask, long since forgotten under the sands of this endless desert. Someday, she would be unearthed, but now, thanks to the ancient rituals of her time, which were supposed to help her spirit pass into the next world, she was bound to this one. She would unleash her fury at this long confinement upon the unfortunate mortals that found her.
Thousands of years later, the sarcophagus of the ancient Egyptian Princess Mukarramma-Mesi found its way into the hold of a British frigate as it sailed across the Atlantic. It was a heavily armed cargo ship, carrying mostly supplies and goods to the British outposts in the West Indies, captained by a fool who thought to line his pockets by trading the mummy to the soldiers there instead of delivering it to the British museum, as he'd been commanded. Also on board his vessel were two passengers. Travel by ship was heavily dangerous, for
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Black Kael, however, was in no shape to worry about prisoners, or indeed anything at all. As the Serenity was drawing upon the Lunette, he was lying in his new quarters, unconscious from a blow to the head that he'd suffered in taking the Serenity, having the most peculiar dream.
"Oh, do wake up already," a clear voice tinkled, and he winced at the high tone.
"Go away," he muttered, his eyes still closed.
"Not likely, Captain," he heard Zach say cheerfully. Zacharias Colton was the ship's medic, and if he was sitting up with him, Kael knew his condition must be serious.
"Not you, Zach," Kael explained hoarsely. Damn, but his throat was dry. "The naked wench with the wings."
A hearty laugh came across his quarters, which seemed to be far more luxurious than they should be. "Leave it to Kael to have hallucinations of naked angels."
"They can't see me, you know," the girlish voice spoke again. "No one can but you. And it's not like I chose to appear naked. Apparently it's the fashion statement up there," she whispered. He could
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When he had sated himself on her body, Kael fed Marianne the rich, meaty stew that James delivered personally to the quarters, deciding he would feed himself when she'd had her fill. After three bites, she fell to the floor, and her sister's wails shattered her eardrums
( ... )
There is so much magic and variation of character in this I almost consider this not an angsty piece at all, but instead a fic that was a heck of a lot of fun to read!
It's like a myth or fairy tale and I loved it!
I love the mix of an ancient and angry Egyptian queen spirit, a Greek goddess, an naked angel and pirating on the high seas!
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You're writing is flawless and I was sucked into the scene immediately. Wonderful work!
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Once she had been a Princess. Mukarramma-Mesi. Now, she was merely this golden mask, long since forgotten under the sands of this endless desert. Someday, she would be unearthed, but now, thanks to the ancient rituals of her time, which were supposed to help her spirit pass into the next world, she was bound to this one. She would unleash her fury at this long confinement upon the unfortunate mortals that found her.
Thousands of years later, the sarcophagus of the ancient Egyptian Princess Mukarramma-Mesi found its way into the hold of a British frigate as it sailed across the Atlantic. It was a heavily armed cargo ship, carrying mostly supplies and goods to the British outposts in the West Indies, captained by a fool who thought to line his pockets by trading the mummy to the soldiers there instead of delivering it to the British museum, as he'd been commanded. Also on board his vessel were two passengers. Travel by ship was heavily dangerous, for ( ... )
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"Oh, do wake up already," a clear voice tinkled, and he winced at the high tone.
"Go away," he muttered, his eyes still closed.
"Not likely, Captain," he heard Zach say cheerfully. Zacharias Colton was the ship's medic, and if he was sitting up with him, Kael knew his condition must be serious.
"Not you, Zach," Kael explained hoarsely. Damn, but his throat was dry. "The naked wench with the wings."
A hearty laugh came across his quarters, which seemed to be far more luxurious than they should be. "Leave it to Kael to have hallucinations of naked angels."
"They can't see me, you know," the girlish voice spoke again. "No one can but you. And it's not like I chose to appear naked. Apparently it's the fashion statement up there," she whispered. He could ( ... )
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It's like a myth or fairy tale and I loved it!
I love the mix of an ancient and angry Egyptian queen spirit, a Greek goddess, an naked angel and pirating on the high seas!
Jolly good fun indeed!
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