The Mummy

| THE DEATH OF IMHOTEP

Principally, Sitre locked the sarcophagus of Anek-su-namun's in a vault, adjoining the tomb with a key, and then hid the sacred map in the Temple of Thoth were only she could have access to, and then after the ritual was completed she returned back to the palace.

Before the rise of dawn, on an auspicious day, there at the imperial capital, in the Palace of Malkata, before the whole kingdom, Sitre was crowned Queen Regent. The sole ruler of the two lands.

To exercise her power as the new Queen Regent of Egypt, Sitre massed the lybian axemen, the chariots along with the Sardinian swordsmen to destroy all of Anek-su-namun's clan.

Not one life was speared nor did any soul obtain mercy. All of them were massacred, wiped out like a plague and their corpses thrown into the River Nile as supper to the crocodiles.

Notwithstanding, Sitre didn't feel at ease, she knew with the edict she had commanded, someone was watching her closely to take revenge, but then without a shadow of doubt she started suspecting some of the imperial court members strongly, that she placed spy's to watch their every move.

This investigation continued for weeks until the truth was finally revealed to her that the high priest Imhotep had a hand in Pharaoh's death; he was Anek-su-namun's secret lover.

Hearing this treachery, Sitre ordered the arrest of Imhotep but just as her bid was about to be carried out, the warning bell sounded rigorously. Imhotep had broken into the Temple of Thoth and stolen the key to the vault of Anek-su-namun and the sacred map of Egypt.

To resurrect his lover, Imhotep and his priests finally broke into Anek-su-namun's crept and stole her body. They raced deep into the desert taking her corpse to Hamunaptra, city of the dead, ancient burial site for the sons of Pharaoh's and resting place for the wealth of Egypt.

Along with his entourage Imhotep lead a touch lit procession across the dunes, Anek-su-namun's mummy was carried by Nubian slaves. They put her down in the sand, along with five jewel encrusted jars.

For his love, Imhotep dared the gods anger by going into the sacred tomb of Horus and takes the book of the living from its holy sacrilege.

Anek-su-namun's soul had been cursed and sent to the underworld by Sitre, her body mummified, her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred canopic jars.

Imhotep, filled with with dread, reads from the book of the living, made out of pure gold. The book of the living contained sacred incarnations which sends the evil dead on a journey into the dark world.

During the ritual, strange light suddenly flashes through across the face of slaves and the egyptian solders. Suddenly, everyone fear filled eyes rises, as if watching Anek-su-namun's body rising.

Then, a huge light flashes, accompanied by a blast of the wind and it was over. Anek-su-namun's body, now lies twisted on the ground. Imhotep priest, placed the body into a stone sarcophagus.

The Nubian slaves lowered it into a hole and buried it with sand. Imhotep then signals to the solders, who throws their spears at the Nubians killing them.

Imhotep's knife wielding priests attack the now unarmed solders, hacking at them in flickering darkness as Imhotep and the head mumia solemnly watches. Now the solders who killed the nubian slaves were also slain, Imhotep did this so that no unholy person will ever know the exact location of the burial site.

The Mumia walk off across the sand and then, one by one, the priests stop their frenzied stabbing and stare off at the vanishing mumia. As the last mumia disappear over a distant dune, Imhotep nods and the priests leaps unto Anek-su-namun's grave and begin digging it back up with their hands.

Unknown to him, the Mumia's raced back to Egypt to tell the Queen what Imhotep had done. Disarrayed by his actions, Sitre massed her royal solders to find and kill the high priest.

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Still at midnight unto Sahara desert, chariot race out into the moon lit desert. Imhotep leads the way. A hearse carries Anek-su-namun's mummy and then with the map of Thoth, Imhotep and his priests raced across Egypt, looking for the city of the dead.

But there was another book, The Book Of The Dead, which was never to be opened, never to be read, for it contained incarnations which could bring a dead body back to life. A most unholy thing.

But nevertheless the chariots arrived at a place marked on the map in hieratic. They raced into the stone ramp and in through the city gates. A dark smile flushes across Imhotep's face for were he arrived was the sacrilege site of Anubis; Hamunaptra, city of the dead.

The book was hidden inside the statue of Anubis, so that no such sacrilege might ever disgrace Egypt. Already in the temple, Imhotep pulls an ornate chest out of a secret compartment inside the giant statue of Anubis. He opens the chest and lifts out the book of the dead made of black stone. With the love of Anek-su-namun, Imhotep was willingly ready to defy the Gods of Egypt.

The priests carried Anek-su-namun's sarcophagus into the underground of necropolis. On route big hairy rats scurry through the mausoleums and over the head stones to this very large underground cemetery.

A detritus moat surrounds the cemetery, muck made out filthy dirty water and human remains, skull bob in the goop. The priests then gathered in a circle, their hooded lifeless eyes seem dead to this world. Their bald head rock back and forth as they chant in strange tongues, a quiet eerie hum, heinous creatures.

In their middle of the circle, is a strange twisted altar of Anubis. Imhotep unwrapped Anek-su-namun's gorgeous lifeless body and placed her five sacred canopic jars around her. However Anek-su-namun's vital organs were still fresh, so no human sacrifice was need to be made.

As Imhotep begins to read the book of the dead, a large swirling hole starts to open in the detritus bog. Several priests look over at it frightened, then quickly look back down and resume chanting.

Suddenly a strange mist wafts up out of the swirling hole and over to the jars, it passes through them and into Anek-su-namun's body.One of the jars shudders, the heart inside begins to beat.

The chanting priests, swirling hole, wafting mist, beating heart, Imhotep's readings, all together are reaching a crescendo. Anek-su-namun's eyes suddenly fly open.

Her soul had come back from the dead. Now all the was needed was to return her organs to their rightful place within her body.

Imhotep lifts a sacrificial knife above Anek-su-namun's breast, about to plunge it down. That's when the chanting, swirling and beating heart climax suddenly stops, Sitre, her solders along with the Mumia burst in and storm through the startled priests.

The Head of the Mumia smashes the jar with the beating heart, the mist instantly sucks back out of Anek-su-namun's body and implodes back into the swirling hole and Anek-su-namun's eyes close, dying once again.

Imhotep screams in rage as the Mumia grabs him and his priests, bringing them before the Queen. "Murderer" Sitre shouts out of anger, brushes Imhotep's face with a slap so hard it reddened his cheeks.

"You foolish, stupid man. So you had the guts to come here." She laughs hoarsely.

"You too had a hand in Pharaoh's death and now you dare defy me. How dare you Imhotep!, how dare you try to bring Anek-su-namun's soul back from the underworld ?. The soul which i cursed, what balls do you have to defy me?." She stared into his eyes with hatred waiting for answers.

Imhotep out of spite, hissed laughed at Sitre with mockery. "You don't scare me Sitre neither does anyone. You accuse me of murder, when you wiped out an entire generation. "Imhotep looks at her with disgust, Sitre claps at a slow pace, letting out an evil laughter that echoed throughout the atmosphere.

"What kind of woman are you Sitre?, A Queen or a Manslaughter?." He asked her, she smiled, her lips curved into a frame of happiness.

"You murdered innocent souls, you erased a clan like a plague, as if they've ever done you wrong. What kind of Queen will wipe out a a royal fami....." Sitre brushed his cheek with another slap, before he could finish his sentence.

"Silence Imhotep, just shut your mouth, before I cut out your tongue." She warned.

"Indeed you're right, I wiped out an entire clan. And you know why. You know the exact reason why I had them wiped out." Sitre widened her eyes; it was cold and merciless.

"Anek-su-namun." he called out his lover's name breathless.

"Yes.... You said it yourself, Anek-su-namun, she's the reason i never felt loved, she's the reason I became like this, because Pharaoh deemed her more than me his chief wife. But thanks to the both of you my unborn child will be fatherless and I a widow at my early age."

"But I won't just be an ordinary widow Imhotep, but with the courage and strength of you and your revolutionary lover, I have become a woman of regal power and authority. I am Egypt." Sitre didn't flinch but laugh hoarsely at Imhotep's face.

"You will pay for this Sitre.... You will definitely pay for killing the woman I love. My ka will hunt you down." Imhotep screams, trying to break away from the grasp of the Mumias. Sitre laughs hoarsely.

"indeed... But you have gravely defied the gods by bringing a soul back from the underworld, an unholy thing isn't that what they call it.. need I say more" Her lips pouted in ridicule.

"Say what you want, torture me as you please, but for Anek-su-namun... I will defy the gods even you much more less than a man... What I have done I was compelled to do" Imhotep spat. Sitre chuckled, marveled by his words.

"So be it high priest, what i do now, I am compelled to do" Sitre frowned turning to mumia. "Mummify the priests alive and him, she turned back to Imhotep with an evil glare, a deranged one as a wild thought crowded her imagination. "Hom Dai." She said as everyone gasped.

For their sins, the traitors were dragged to the embalming chamber beneath necropolis to be mummified alive. Inside a touch lit chamber, Imhotep was held by Anubis headed embalmers. He cringed at the flickering, impressionistic glimpse of his priests being embalmed and mummified alive.

The hurried looking embalmers using knives, needles and thread, calmly perform the ghastly surgery on the screaming priests who were going insane on the procedure.

A red poker is pulled out of burning coals. A priest head is weighed between two strong boards, his eyes widen in terror as an embalmer moves to insert the red hot poker up his nose. The priest screams, horrified, Imhotep cringes.

Nonetheless, as the gods could have it all twenty one of Imhotep's priests squirm inside their wrappings and then placed inside their sarcophagus. For Imhotep's sacrilege, Sitre condemned Imhotep to be buried alive; Hom Dai, the worst of all ancient curses, one so horrible it had never before been bestowed.

Imhotep was forced to his knees, his arms held back, his mouth pried open. Using a pair of tongs Sitre watches as the embalmer slowly pulls Imhotep's tongue out of his mouth, then places a sharp knife on top of it. His eyes and tongues are apparently cut out. Out of hatred Sitre takes Imhotep's tongue and flings it onto the floor as the Mumia's dogs attack and quickly eat it.

Imhotep was wrapped alive. Only his mouth, nostrils and fear filled eyes were left free of slimy bandages. Detritus muck boils inside a black cauldron. The embalmer scoop out the fetid muck and apply it to Imhotep's wrappings as he squirms. He's then laid in a wooden coffin inside a stone sarcophagus.

Sitre stops one of the embalmer holding a bucket of scarabs, she takes it from him and step up the threshold with her heavy pregnancy to look over the sarcophagus and looks into the coffin. "I hope with this, you will learn your lesson." Sitre says lifting up the bucket.

Imhotep's wild eyes stares back at her with profane. Sitre's lips curved mischievously as she empties the bucket over Imhotep's chest; dozens of scarabs, disgusting dung beetles screeched.

They scurry across Imhotep's screaming face. Some vanished into his tongueless mouth, up his nostrils.

The lid to the coffin was slammed shut, then using a strange four sided key, the head mumia locks the coffin lid tight, The heavy sarcophagus lid was shoved to a place and with a loud whoosh seals itself airtight.

Once again the head mumia uses the strange key, locking the sarcophagus lid tight.

The blue skinned, strangely tattooed men carefully collapse the sides of key, turning it into a little puzzle box and then handing it over to Sitre, along with Anek-su-namun's vault key.

"Throw him into the pit." Cold-hearted Sitre commanded. Imhotep's sarcophagus was dropped into a detritus pit as the disgusting muck splashes up, drools down it sides and then is mysteriously sucked into its seems, vanishing clean.

Imhotep horrifying tongueless screams was heard coming from inside his sarcophagus as grave diggers shove dirt onto it. And then the queen stationed heavy armed Mumia's, to stand guard around Imhotep's grave.

Inside the sarcophagus, the scarabs were still eating Imhotep. He would be cursed to stay alive forever and by eating him, they were cursed just the same. The cursed high priest was to remain sealed inside the sarcophagus, the undead for all eternity.

Already dammed inside his sarcophagus, Imhotep vowed to revenge Anek-su-namun's death and hunt down Sitre and the entire royal family forever. He would one day raise his beloved Anek-su-namun from her place of hell and together, they would be an unstoppable infection upon Egypt; this world, the apocalypse.

Sitre too also vowed with her life, never to allow him to be released. For he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh eater, with the strength of ages, power over sands and glory over invincibility.

Lastly with everything been set in motion, The Queen inhales deeply and takes her leave. With the help of her lady's in waiting, she carefully ascend the chisel stairs till she finally reached the last step. With one last glance, Sitre stopped to hear Imhotep's horrifying screams, it was like that of a Tuareg horseman.

Mockingly her lips curves into a wicked smile, a low sultry laughter started deep in her throat and grew louder, louder and then again louder till the tomb was sealed in the burial site of the huge statue of Anubis; the jackal headed god of death.

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