"Endgame. They want to bring about the endgame," I moaned, holding my head in my hands. This was a lot to think about. "Emmanentizing the Eschaton. Peace on Earth..."
"It's the Gathering and the Apocalypse rolled into one. And they want it, now," Duncan expained, his eyes not leaving the road.
"Watchers and Immortals...I don't understand."
"Ex-Watchers. And this cult...has existed for some time."
Cult. At the word, I could remember the faces of the two Immortals Methos and I confronted not that long ago. They didn't challenge either of us, they simply strode forward with grim purpose, and we both knew they had been after me. I could never figure out why, but it was beginning to dawn on me. I developed it. And therefore, I'd know what it was when I saw it, and I'd "interfere."
Just like I was doing right now.
I leaned my head back, and thought. Something about this wasn't right.
"You have let him leave again," Akhmose chided, pointing at her accusingly. "You are weak for this man, deceitful one."
"How dare you tell me what I am!" she hissed. "I would not be Rameses' daughter if I let such insolence go unrebuked!" And with that, she slapped him.
He recoiled, and turned a shade of purple that told Sekhmet she had called him out. He was about to make the mistake of his life, and return her favor...but then, Pharaoh entered, and Akhmose regained his composure. He awaited the word of his master.
"Go," Merenptah said, simply, and with that, Akhmose retreated.
"Sister."
She would not look at him.
"Our father was old when he left this world. And And he left it to me to restore this land, with blood if necessary. I have much to do, and so do you."
With blood. And he did not mean only the blood of his enemies. He meant the blood of her chosen.
"I will do this thing, then, Lord."
But not before she had done the rite, and had given him the words of power.
She might let him die, but she would not let him go.
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