The Demon of Egypt: Imhotep's Story by Amber Riel (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

          “I don’t care, human.”

          I gripped Nala’s left arm, growing angry at her for her attitude toward such a beautiful women who was a few years older.  It was about time to bring the wolf out of the room.

          “Apologize,” Ramos spat in anger.

          Nala simply didn’t want to listen to her father and instead spat on Antinique’s lovely dress.

          Antinique dropped her mouth.

          “Nala,” Ramos spoke with more anger.

          Nala pulled her arm away from me and stormed out of the room.

          “I am so sorry,” Ramos told Antinique with disappointment.

          “She just needs to get use to me…. That’s all,” Antinique replied.

          I left the room quickly as well and followed behind Nala as she kept walking.

          “What you did in there was very disrespectful?” I told her as we both stopped in our tracks.

          I watched as Nala turned toward me.  We were both angry.  She narrowed her eyes and began to growl like a stupid dog.  I watched as she scrunched up her nose, fighting the urge to transform into her inhuman form.  “Disrespectful?  My father brings home a human who I have to be nice too and expects me to play the role of an innocent human girl…. I don’t know if you know this but I’m not human and I don’t care about any of you…. I don’t need a human to come and control my territory….”

          “You sound like a territorial dog,” I interrupted.

          An evil smile kind of grew on her face.  “That’s because I am and I don’t want others who don’t belong here to come and take over.  It’s my territory, not hers…. She can live outside for all I care.  This is my home.”

          I began to open my mouth but Nala was gone before I could get the words out.

          I roamed the palace when I ran into the young prince Simba.  He was the only one of the three who seemed like his cousins but also a bit airheaded.  “Greetings, Prince Simba,” I replied with a smile.

          “Hey, Imhotep, have you met my father’s wife to be?” he asked with a slight smile.

          “Yes I have,” I admitted.

          “She’s beautiful and just right for my father…. I hope I could meet a woman as beautiful as she is…. Almost as beautiful as a goddess.”

          “Yes,” I agreed.  “I’m sure you will find her someday, your highness…. Whoever that lucky girl maybe.”

          Simba nodded then quickly left.

          I sighed but then I noticed Niki was also working the halls.  The princess’s twin who hated me as much as her highness.  “Prince Niki,” I spoke with another smile.

          “Shut up, Imhotep.”

          Brat, I thought to myself.  “Your highness….”

          “Back off…. I hate you…. You’re nothing but a king cobra trying to work your way into a forbidden garden…. You don’t belong here.”

          I eyed the young prince for his comment.  I was there before he was even born so he had no clue what he was even talking about.  “This is my home just as much as yours….”

          “Yea so…. Nala and I agree that you belong out on the street with the slaves.”

          Anger grew as I continued to eye the young man.

          “You’re just food to us.”  He left before he could say anything else to tick me off.

          Nala and Niki…. The evil twins who deserve to suffer.  I began heading down the long hall as I noticed the servant girl who Nala had brutally murdered.

          Her lifeless eyes locked on to me as she stared with sadness.  “You must do something about her highness before it’s too late.”

          “You’re dead,” I told her as I inched my way over to the ghoulish girl.

          “She will become worse if not destroyed.”

          I stopped in my tracks as I tilted my head with confusion and concern.  “What do you mean by that?”

          “She will become worse,” the girl repeated and then vanished before my eyes.

          I stood at Nala’s door and knocked.

          “Go away!” I heard the princess shout from the other side of the door.

          I had a feeling she was doing something horrible and disobeyed her order.  I opened the door and worked my way into the room.

          She rolled her wolf like eyes at me as I walked into the room.  “I said, ‘Go away.’  What if I was changing?”

          “I had a good feeling you weren’t….” That was when I laid my eyes on the corpse of some unlucky dead animal which the princess was devouring and enjoying it from the looks of it.  “What is that?”

          She licked her lips.  “Cat…. Want to try?”

          I covered my mouth as the rotten smell of the animal and felt sick at the thought of the princess enjoying such a thing.  I balled up my fist as I felt anger toward her.  It was disrespectful and it felt sacrilegious for her to do such a cruel thing.  “Why are you eating the sacred animal?”

          She licked her kips once more which made me flinch with disgust.  “I don’t care.”

          “But if other Egyptians find out---”

          “I don’t care.”  She jumped up holding a leg as the rest of the cat fell to the floor.  She walked over toward me and held up the bloody leg of fur.

          It repulsed me so I quickly pulled away.  “Demonic.”

          She shrugged.  “Oh and go get a robe on, I hate starring at your bare chest, it’s creepy…. And also kind of looks tasty…. I don’t mean in the human sexual way either…. I actually mean if I have the chance, you’ll be just like this dead cat…. Bloody dead half eaten.”

          I stared at Nala with worry and fear; two feelings which had been new to me.  I had never felt either of the two emotions until that exact moment.

          “Now out.”

          “Yes, your highness.”  I hurried out of the room as I closed the door behind me.

          I sat on my bed as I thought about Nala’s cruel and inhumane words which struck me like a lightning bolt.  Evil, I thought.

          Knock, knock, knock.

          “Come in,” I spoke loud enough for the person to hear me.

          The door opened and Maxumous walked in followed by young Lady Madeline the pharaoh’s niece.

          I stood up and bowed to the both of them as if I really cared.

          “I know we’re not exactly friends, Imhotep, but my family…. My son, my niece, and my nephew are trying to work on a plan to element Nala for the good of Egypt,” Maxumous explain.  “Please consider helping us with our plans?”

          I looked at Maxumous then to young Madeline who was a year younger than the twins.  “I don’t know, Maxumous…. You and I both know that our agendas are quite different when it comes to the princess….”

          “Yes but we want the same thing….”

          “And what will that be?”

          Maxumous was quiet for a moment then sighed.  “Her death.”

          I had to agree with him.  “Of course but our reasoning is different…. You for one want to help to protect Egypt…. I could care less…. All I want is to rid Egypt of the princess and even the young prince so that I could have my rights restored…. I hate babysitting that brat and I’d prefer to be the one who does the murdering not her…. I’m only telling you this because the both of us know my plans anyway….”

          Maxumous nodded.  “I know your plans and I already knew they were different from mine but think about Egypt as is…. In a way you’d be doing everyone and everything in Egypt a favor….”

          “I hate favors---”

          “Imhotep,” Madeline interrupted, “please help us just this once?”

          “Listen, Lady Madeline, your plead doesn’t do anything to me…. I know where I stand and I know where your family stands which is why I must turn down the offer…. Besides, I was threatened by that demon of a princess who looks at me as a piece of meat…. I mean literally she wants to eat me…. She told me that after enjoying a meal of dead cat….”

          “She ate a cat?” Madeline asked in disgust as she looked away from me.

          “Believe it or not…. She’s clearly demonic….”

          “And that’s why we must put an end to her tyranny,” Maxumous replied quickly.  “Imhotep, if you change your mind please let us know.  Come on, Madeline, we must sway my brother now….”

          “But Uncle Ramos will have it out for us,” Madeline objected as she followed Maxumous out of the room.

          I watched as the door closed behind Lady Madeline as she continued to talk to her uncle.  I shook my head and laid on the bed as I stared up into the sky.

          I walked out into the dinning where I found the pharaoh’s mistress sitting by herself drinking some kind of red wine.  I diverted my eyes so I wouldn’t look at her beautiful distracting skin.  “Good evening,” I spoke, keeping my eyes down.

          “Good evening, Imhotep,” her soft beautiful voice spoke which had me smiling.  “Tell me about the princess?  How am I supposed to deal with that spoiled brat?”

          “That is a question I’ve been asking myself from the day she was born,” I answered.  “She’s not human and she uses that as a defense…. She took the fun I had and uses it as her way of telling everyone that she’s unstoppable.”  I kind of glanced at Antinique as she kind of nodded.

         I walked with Antinique, showing the palace.  I kept my eyes away from her, knowing that her beauty would distract me.  “This is the hall with the quarters for the slaves,” I told her as I used my left arm to show her.

          “Nice,” she replied.  “What about the quarters for the royal family?”

          “Upstairs on the fifth floor…. My quarters are on the third floor…. I believe your quarters are with the family’s seeing that you are the pharaoh’s mistress.  It only makes sense.”

          “Yes.  Imhotep,” I loved hearing her speak my name.  Her voice was like listening to a Goddess sing.

          “Yes, Lady Antinique?”

          “Please just call me Antinique…. I’m not use to the fancy name calling.”

          I smiled.

          “Now do you think my quarters will be close to Nala’s?”

          “I have no idea…. Whatever the pharaoh has planned for you….”

          “I have a feeling she’d kill me in my sleep if so….”

          I kind of laughed.  “The princess is an evil little brat yes…. But I’m sure that the pharaoh has a good place for you…. Probably plans on letting you sleep with him.”  I felt myself grow jealous of thought.

          “I don’t see that happening any time soon…. He’s kind of annoying to me….”

          I felt an odd sensation of relief overcome my mind.  “Don’t you love him?” I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

          “No…. I only really care about the gold and the fact that he’s the pharaoh well that just works to my advantage….”