While the lover's were wrapped in each other's arms they were too engrossed to notice the two occupants on the other side of the palace watching them through the window. Princess Nefertiri and her younger sister Princess Kridasha, Imhotep's young wife could see the entire encounter from the younger princess' balcony. Kridasha's heart was broken. She had no love for her husband, her own heart belonged to another as well, but she had enough respect for him to keep her desires to herself. Dasha felt a lone tear fall from her eye as her hand came to rest upon the swell of her belly. Nefertiri's reached out for her sister's hand, trying to offer some comfort.
As Imhotep's priests move to close the doors and give the couple their privacy, they are suddenly thrown open by the Pharaoh who gives the priest a look of angry confusion, "What are you doing here?"
At the sound of Set's voice the lovers quickly break apart and Imhotep ran to hide.
Kridasha and Nefertiri watched their father enter the viper's room, completely unaware that Imhotep is there as well. Dasha looks down and spots Amun the leader of the Medjai standing below her balcony with the rest of the Pharaoh's personal guards, one of which was the object of her affections, Reshet.
"Amun! Our father is in danger! You must go to him quickly!" Dasha called out as both she and Nefertiri point across the balcony towards Anck-su-namun's quarters.
Completely unaware that anything sinister had occurred, Seti strode towards Anck-su-namun's private room and threw the curtains apart. Seeing Anck-su-namun standing alone calmed the Pharaoh. She sent him a sensual smile, and Seti grinned back, walking closer to his mistress. However, upon moving closer to her, Seti was able to make out the smeared paint on her body.
"Who had touched you?" He exclaimed pointing to the speared pain on her arm. Anck-su-namun looked up at the Pharaoh in horror as Imhotep came up behind him and stole his sword from his side.
Seti turned around quickly only to be confronted with his most trusted priest as well as his son-in- law.
"Imhotep? My priest, my Son?" Seti questioned somewhat sorrowfully and for just a moment the look of regret is present in Imhotep's eyes.
Behind him, Anck-su-namun lifted her dagger and plunged it into the Pharaoh's back. Seti let out a painful wail as Imhotep raised the sword and pierced him through the chest.
Dasha and Nefertiri watched in horror as their father was killed mercilessly. "NO!" They both cry out; however Nefertiri leaned too far out and fell off the balcony. Kridasha reached out for her sister's hand but at that precise moment she was hit with her first contraction and the pain distracted her long enough to miss the opportunity.
She stood there in shock as her slaves came forward to bring her inside and prepare her for her child's birth. She had lost nearly everyone she loved dearly tonight.
On the other side of the palace Imhotep and Anck-su-namun stood over the body on the Pharaoh as they hear the Medjai breaking down the door.
"Pharaoh's bodyguards." He snarled as he turned towards the door, and prepared himself for the fight.
Anck-su-namun stopped him, "You must go. Save yourself, only you can resurrect me." She claimed heated as his priest tried to lead him away.
"You shall live again, I will resurrect you." Imhotep promised as he finally allowed his priests to lead him from the room.
Anck-su-namun turned to face the door as the Medjai burst through, "My body is no longer his temple!" she snarled as she raised the dagger high and plunged it into her heart.
Imhotep watched, hidden, as the woman he loved killed herself as he is once again pulled away by his priests. However before he could fully be removed, he turned his head and caught sight of his wife being lead off the balcony by her maids as she doubled over in pain. Before they pulled her fully inside, Dasha turned her head and glared heatedly at her husband.
Horror and shame washed over Imhotep as he realizes that his young wife had seen the entire occurrence. But even his shame at having his wife see him commit theses heinous acts could not keep Imhotep from resurrecting his love.
To Resurrect Anck-su-namun, Imhotep and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body; they raced deep into the desert to Hamunaptra, city of the dead, ancient burial site for the sons of the Pharaohs and resting place for the wealth of Egypt. For his love, Imhotep date the God's anger by going deep into the city where he took the black book of the dead from its holy resting place. Anck-su-namun's soul had been sent to the dark underworld, her vital organs removed and placed in 5 sacred canopic jars.
Imhotep began to ritual to bring his lover back from the dead, though his mind was too busy worrying over the fact that his wife had seen him leaving the chambers and knew that he had been involved. He couldn't figure out why no one had come to stop him yet. Surely his wife knew what he was doing.
Imhotep didn't know that while he was trying to resurrect Anck-su-namun, his wife was busy bringing new life into the world. At that very moment Princess Kridasha was giving birth to Imhotep's child.
As he continued the ritual, a black figure began to rise from the pool; the black shape placed itself over the body of the Pharaoh's mistress, who immediately upon contact began to shake as she stared up at Imhotep with frightened eyes.
Anck-su-namun's soul had come back from the dead, but the Medjai had followed Imhotep on the new Pharaoh's Ramses orders, and the stopped him before the ritual could be completed.
The ritual was almost complete, but the Pharaoh's bodyguards arrived and stopped him. Even in the midst of child birth, Kridasha had enough strength to inform her brother, Ramses of where he husband would go and what he would do with Anck-su-namun's body.
Imhotep looked down defeated as he watched the black shape disappear back into the pool and his lover was still.
Once they arrived back at the palace, Imhotep was brought before the new Pharaoh for judgment. Beside her brother, Kridasha sat hold her son in her arms.
Ramses stood to his feet as he addressed his brother-in-law, "High Priest Imhotep you are accused of having relations with the former mistress and murderess, Anck-su-namun, who you also tried to resurrect. Do you deny this?"
"No." Imhotep replied mournfully as he stared at his wife and the child he would never get to witness grow up. Despite evidence to the contrary, Imhotep really had loved his wife, but it was not the same as the passion that he had shared with Anck-su-namun.
"You have also been accused of assisting in the murder of the late Pharaoh, Seti the first and inadvertently causing the death of the Princess Nefertiri, Do you deny these accusations?" Ramses was seething with anger as he called these charges out.
Kridasha was barely holding herself together. In one single night most of her family had been taken from her because of this man. She felt a hand lightly placed on her shoulder in comfort and turned to look up at the owner. Rashet, her dear friend, and second in command of the Medjai gave her a supporting smile and a gently squeeze.
"Nefertiri, dead?" Imhotep was shocked, he hadn't known of the princess' demise. He turned to look at his wife imploringly, hoping that she would speak up on his behalf.
"Speak!" Ramses shouted in anger, this man was the cause for much hurt in their family and he wanted him gone.
"No, I do not deny it." Imhotep spoke sorrowfully, his eyes on nothing but his wife and newborn child.
Ramses nodded his head, "Former High Priest Imhotep, for the crimes you have committed you shall suffer deeply, in this life and the next. You shall be cursed never to find peace. Imhotep for your crimes I sentence you to the Hom-Dai. May the gods never let you be free from your eternal damnation."
As the guards moved to escort Imhotep from the room, he realized that this would be the lat time he would ever see his wife or child again and he never even got to look upon his child's face, "Wait!" he cried struggling against the guards' hold, his voice stopping everyone in their tracks.
"Please," He said softly, "I do not deserve any kindness for the crimes I have committed, but please as a dead man's last request, permit me to look upon my child's face."
Everyone looked on shocked before turning to the royal siblings to see their decision. Ramses turned to his sister, "This decision is left solely up to you, sister."
Kridasha let out a soft sigh before giving a nod. She motioned Rashet to help he rise, still being sore from childbirth, and he helped her walk towards Imhotep. Once she was standing before him, Dasha shifted the blanket away from the baby's face so his father could take his first look at the boy.
Imhotep was in awe at the sight of his son. He was the most beautiful thing the man had ever seen and he wanted to continue looking at him for the rest of his days. Slowly, he reached out and gently ran a finger down his son's cheek as a tear fell from his eye.
"What shall his name be?" He questioned softly never taking his eyes away from the child's face.
Kridasha looked down at her son and gave a soft smile, "Abraxes"
Imhotep nodded his head in agreement with the name and lifted his head to look at his wife, "Thank you."
"That is enough," Ramses finally called out, as Rashet maneuvered the princess back up to the dais, "Take him away."
The medjai would never 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 the sands, and the glory of invincibility.