The prelude to the party

There is an order from the top to utilize the soldiers for the grand shift. It's coming, oh my gods. What a misfortune.

We need to be able to mobilize at a moment's notice. We don't know which one of the six borders is going to shift away. Worst would be the entire hexagon plate we are living in shifting. That means we would have to respond to possible threats from all six borders.

Pharoh has been recruiting priests left and right for this particular reason. He even gave chances to those who had inferior arcane hearts. Normally, we would skip those people because they would be a waste of resources. But clearly, Pharoh Osiris wanted to have some meat shields.

Glyphmancers have been hard at work at all six borders. Our relationship with the dark-skinned tribe in the south has been souring because of that. When one thing gives away, everything starts to go bad.

The chief sent us some tribesmen as a sign of good will. They don't believe in protecting the borders. They are the kind of people who would accept the threat inside and surround it. They have nothing solid to destroy. Everything they have could be carried. Even their shamans use no glyphs. They only use djinns for their supernatural needs.

Quite frankly, they might be on the right path, and we might be on the wrong. As long as they survive, they win. But with us and our fancy buildings, we have to die to protect the system we put in place; otherwise, we don't know how to fend for ourselves in the wild and most likely will die.

I summoned my underlings and told them to inform the foot soldiers about what was going on. They scattered to tell the foot soldiers. I then summoned my new friend, Nazhotep. He is the underling of my underling, but he has a good head on his shoulders, and he is fun to talk to. He also facilitated my rise to the high priesthood. What a guy!

Suddenly, something I hadn't expected happened. That fucking bitch, Suheila, walked in with him, sat on the ground, and laid her head on Nazhotep's knee.

That woman, that crazy woman. I used to date her.

"Nazhotep, come with me for a munite."

I took the lad out near the edge of the camp and leaned toward his ear.

"That bitch you brought to this place, never stick your dick in that."

Nazhotep looked puzzled.

"Why?"

I looked around to make sure no one was listening to us. Even though I too am a high priest, talking smack about another high priest is in bad taste. I need to warn this young man, Nazhotep, about that bitch.

"Me and that bitch used to date. She always started by talking nonsense. Then she would start speaking in tongues. At worst, she would disappear into a room. I could hear her crouching down and devouring her own excrement in there. She is a bit obsessive. Yes, she is charming during her good times, but when that mental sickness ails her, she might try to kill you."

He stood up and glanced at the commander's tent.

"It's too late. I've already stirred up her guts. She has already been made into one of my concubines, if you know what I mean."

He is poking me with his elbow. Oh no! He is long gone.

"Just be careful, alright? She will ruin you if you let her." There is no saving him anymore. She has her talons in him. Only gods can watch over him now. I watched him get back to the tent.

Worrying.

Salma Pov

Nazhotep has put a baby in me. I love it, and I'm not complaining, but I'm now out of a job. I guess I'll have to figure something out. My employers didn't want a pregnant spearwoman. I decided to do weapon maintenance instead.

I shined and sharpened the swords and spears every morning. It paid far less, but I don't like to be useless. Every time I returned, a group of war widows would holler at me. Later, I learned that they thought I was a man because of my height. I decided to talk to them.

"Hey handsome."

As I approached, their faces changed.

"Boo, you were a woman all this time? Give me back my enthusiasm!"

I smiled. These women are thirsty.

"Thirsting for a man?"

She was getting a bit bitter.

"So what if I am? Can't I? I'm a human being too!"

She is yelling from a balcony with her two friends. They are worked up. All that loneliness might've built up some rage inside them. They're tired of waiting around for someone to notice them.

"Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy. I'm not trying to rile you girls up. There are a lot of women like you girls in the capital. My man is a lover of women, and I want to do something nice for him. You can scratch my back, and I can scratch yours. It's a win-win situation, if you know what I mean."

The women were filled with joy. They got the premise of the possibility of a penis, and they are over the moon. They eagerly agreed to the arrangement.

I will bring these women to our house to get fucking dominated by Nazhotep. I can't wait. I can't wait to see what he does to them.

Naika Pov

Hathor Temple doubles as a brothel. Hathor priestesses require a lot of attention from men to please their gods. I am no exception. What I am capable of is being a conduit to Hathor. Which means I gain much more from coitous relations.

Some of the girls working in this temple with me were curious about the man I'm with. They had learned of the demon worms Nazhotep had suffered. There is an ethos in the Hathor temple. That ethos is that a man who survived a calamity is better.

They wanted to have a taste of the demon worm survivor. Nazhotep embraces me whenever I request him to. I doubt he would refuse such pretty girls. They are all pretty in their own way. Nazhotep is a lover of women. I doubt he would refuse.

You'd think these girls would be tired of men after entertaining them all, but the men are mostly disappointments. A great partner is a must to wash away all the boring experiences. Nazhotep is that guy.

Four girls decided to follow me home.

Suheila Pov

There is a vibrant slave market in the bazaar. I previously refrained from buying slaves or hiring servants because of my mental illness. But now, I'm completely cured. It would be nice to have some people around for a change.

Now , I can have some people serve me so I can focus on my pursuit of eternity instead of chores. If they are voluptious, they can be utilized to please my master too. Oh, I can't wait to see my master's face when he sees the beautiful women I bought for him.

I walked into the slave bazaar, where naked men and women were on display. Goddamn, I thought. I love slavery. Dark skinned beauties, exotic beauties, and local beauties. All with collars on their necks.

Man, I want one of each. They should be easy on the eyes, too. I approached a dark-skinned beauty and asked her master for her price. Several gold coins. A bargain. I've lived for so long. Gold coins are nothing but useless baubles for me at this point. She is ripe, and her lips are full. Her eyes are still full of life. There is still fire in her soul to be utilized by her masters. I like it.

I paid for her and attached my rope to her leash.

She is visibly distressed, as she should be. She is a slave. I couldn't help but smile a little. Bad things are hilarious when they aren't happening to me. Someone getting humiliated and put into slavery is one such thing. Her large nose flutters, and silent tears stream down her face. Fun.

Oh! That one has big-ass breasts. She doesn't look like a foreigner. She is worth some gold coins. Doesn't matter. I have plenty. I'll buy her veluptious flesh for the master.

I took her leash, too.

Oh, look at the woman over there.

"Where does this one come from?" I asked.

"Oh, this one is Qurayshi. Do you know the hero of the desert? You might have heard the legend. This very slave has been impregnated by the same hero. You might want to buy her for the child in her belly."

This woman has been impregnated by my master! I want her for myself. I want to raise his child. I caressed the little bump on her belly. I took these three women home.

"You will tend to me until the time we tend to our master. I'm a lowly slave too."

I showed them the Apep mark, which I'm so proud of. Their gazes were fixated on me.