Hello, again, fellow readers. We have awakened...

Okay, well, no we haven't. We've just been gone for quite a bit of time. During that time, I decided to take a break from writing and drawing and just watch a movie. Well, that movie ended up turning into a binge watch of the entire series and I just fell in love with the movies all over again. So much so that I started binge writing and...as you can see...I've finished a fanfiction of my choice for once. Woohoo!

Hope you enjoy! Please read and review if you have a moment...I'm uploading the whole thing...yeah.

-Ravyne

(DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! Except my character Katherine, of course.)

Death Becomes Her

Prologue:

Thebes—city of the living.

Crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the first.

Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest, keeper of the dead.

Birthplace of Anck-su-namun, Pharaoh's mistress—no other man was allowed to touch her.

But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.

That's how all this started right? Love? What does it even mean? What is it? Is it even real? Is it just a simple emotion or a true envelopment of the heart? Is it born of free will or is it just another bind of life?

No.

It's a curse.

It brought the downfall of so many lives; some guilty and some angry…but also an innocent. And it was that innocent life that was charged with a burden so heavy that it crushed all of the heart and destroyed any chance of ever feeling love again.

She didn't have a choice.

Because of Imhotep's betrayal, his choice to slaughter the Pharaoh, it cost him more than he ever knew. At least at the time. When the Madjai, Pharaoh's sacred bodyguards, intercepted Imhotep at Hamunaptra during his ritual to revive his dead love, they sentenced him with the curse of the Hom Dai. Even with the high priest buried deep under the city, the gods feared that the curse would be brought to life.

Someday, someone would find the city. Someone was going to dig too deep. Someone was going to be much too curious for their own good and they would reawaken Imhotep from his death and release the curse on the world.

To stop that from happening, they ordered the Madjai to bring to them a life, a life that would soon take its own place out of the living world. A young woman, drowned in grief over Imhotep's betrayal, who wanted nothing more to do with the world she resided in.

She was named after an Egyptian god at birth because she was gifted with eyes that shone like burning emeralds. And yet those burning emeralds were drowned in tears that would rival the floods of the Nile that night as she raised the knife above her chest. Yet her hand was stopped by the Madjai who came for her and dragger her away to the top of a mountain where the moonlight could bathe her in its pale glow.

She was given no choice when the gods appeared before her where she was bound. She had no choice when they stole her free breath from her and brought her body to the darkness. She had no choice when they refashioned her into their weapon.

Anubis fashioned her a heart that would be strong enough to carry out her task.

Horus fashioned her a mind that would lead her on the straight path of protecting the world at all cost.

Seth fashioned her body with a touch of chaos so that she would hold all the knowledge of war.

Isis fashioned her a soul of ice that would hold no longing for worldly things except for the desire to protect mankind.

All these gifts made her into the perfect guardian, the perfect weapon to destroy Imhotep should he arise. And yet, it was the god she was named after that came forth with the most important gift. The gift that returned the fire to those dead emerald eyes and gave her the strength to move and to fight.

This goddess is the one who breathed life back into the young woman's body and bound her into their service.

It was that night that Bastet returned to the world of the living.

But no longer as herself.

This time…she was a slave of war.

And she wanted revenge.