The peak of the world.

  Osiris had done it, one hundred and twenty three years later he had surpassed the limits of the mortal world to become a Hallowed, an immortal.

  Theft, murder, deception. The process had been arduous and lengthy; no resources had been spared. He had even hidden his identity for a couple of decades and betrayed close friends but now none of that mattered, he stood at the top.

  He flew through the sky gazing downwards, the sky was blue and limpid the tempest from his ascension had dispersed. Now what?

  Well, he would pay a visit to all of his old acquaintances; some debts had to be repaid.

  In an impenetrable castle in the middle of a fortified city, a man sat in front of his counsel looking at some reports.

  “So then what is the news on that scoundrel, is he dead or not? And if he is, I want to see a body”

  “Sir we wish not to bring false claims. We have no reports of him for the last 30 years. All the leads had been false and many have been arrested for fake claims”

  “I don't give a shit, my daughters and my family's honour have been desecrated. He should never be left alive. I need answers”

  The man in question had deflowered his first and only daughter. Amun was the head of a merchant's family whose ties went all over to the province, and now he stood with no hair. In his twilight years, he solely sought vengeance.

  During the conversation a slight noise came, a man the youngest gourd outside the room heard it first and stared at the skies. Before they could understand the whistle increased until the sound became overbearing and expanded until a crashing explosion came.

  The wall exploded fracturing the east side of the palace, a breach was created and many lost their lives from the impact. No one had any clue of what had just happened, everybody simply ducked on the floor trying to save themself hiding from the blast and its aftermath.

  Walking through the debris, Osiris looked for his target.

  “Old man Amun you are still alive I see”

  “That voice, it can’t be you. How dare you show your face. You?”

  Indeed he was right there, this had been the first stop he had thought of.

  A debt had to be repaid and this had to be the first. But his own thoughts were perfectly reflected onto him.

  “You filth, you will repay for all your sins” Funny enough he almost said the exact same thing. He kept calmly walking toward the destroyed desk.

  During the commotion the guards from the other side of the palace had flooded in and the whole place was now surrounded.

  “Osiris son of dog you dare come in here, you play with death.” Said one of the guards.

  “Your death wish will be granted right here.” Said a member of Amun’s council emboldened by their increasing numbers.

  “You see the light and somehow you remain blind. I simply wish for the misunderstanding to be addressed”

  Their sword had come out; they had no time for such nonsense. They stood straight ready to fight looking for any hidden armies, he seemed alone but they did not trust it. This could be a second trap. As they stood ready to fight he swapped his arm and a gentle breeze enveloped the room.

  A slight shift of energy in the room occurred, the essence of the world s?m had changed, and they could feel the energy dissipate from them, their essence of life was being lost. Some of them aged abruptly, some felt their muscle atrophies, others simply stood paralysed but the point was simply, there was no fight. Weapons fell on the ground and he got closer now to the man that he owed such a big depth to.

  “What are you now, a demon? What have you done?” The high merchant had been born and raised in cities, in the comforts of the material world and now only sought refuge as he crawled backwards, this simply did not make sense.

  “Where is Nephthys?”

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  “Because of you, she is dead, dead. You, you have taken her from me”

  He knew deep down this would have happened, it was likely.

  “You forced her to commit suicide”

  “She knew what was best for the family and her station, I had no need to remind her”

  How could such a depth ever be repaid?

  He stepped even closer as Amun kept crawling away, until his hand reached a bunch of dibrees that he desperately threw at Osiris’s eyes. He ran towards the window willing to jump to seek escape. When he reached there Osiris sat on the window frame, there were now two of them in the room, a copy of the original.

  This could only be cultivation, he was a cultivator! How could such trash become a mythical cultivator?

  “Where is my child?” This question too he suspected the answer, but he wanted to hear it from the man's mouth.

  “There was no child” The second copy was now searching the merchant's library as he spoke.

  “I heard from a former servant of Nephthys that she had delivered a boy born of my seed.”

  “No such thing has happened, we are not of the same cloth you people should be castrated”

  The second copy of Osiris sat on the window quickly grabbed Amur’s neck and strangled the man so effortlessly he had perfect composure as he slowly applied more strength to get the intended result.

  “Now. Slowly speak truthfully, I have no patience for you, the death you deserve should be slow and painful, but she would not be happy with me. I can make it a lot more gentle”

  The merchant, now suffocating, slowly tried to squeeze out words that could hardly be heard. And ended up with the following phrase “When unruly grass weed grows in your garden, if there are no pesticides to preventively rectify the problem you eradicate it with your own hands”

  He heard enough. There was no need any more, he promptly extended his arm and uprooted the man's head from his shoulders. It seems just to replicate the favor.

  And now in the empty room there was nothing, he stood alone.

  Done, he seeked pleasure in the only place where he knew where to find it. He disguised his figure as he left from the front gate. He walked through the streets as his face slowly morphed, his skin melting from his face and shifting to a different image. He travelled through caravans, moved through new cities, and learned about the changes of the last few decades.

  He traveled in the caravan for a while with unknown people, in a journey that lasted a couple of months he also concluded some other bets but not much as impactful as the first.

  He reached the deepest parts of the desert where he went into Khayamiya, the moving city. A city made of immense tents that moved with the dunes and never resided in the same place twice. A place told in tales, where the most beautiful flowers of the desert could be found.

  “Sureal you missed me”

  “What are you doing here you rascal, you still owe me money” He did, but…

  “Here, here don't be mad here you go” As he dropped a sack full of gold and precious stone on the table. Some of his old enemies had been filthy rich and now he was too.

  “Ohh, come here then let's speak to mama and get this little misunderstanding resolved” She immediately switched her approach to him and wealth promptly resolved any misunderstandings.

  In the bed he was thrusting with his full power, nobody knew how but she had this constitution that could take all no matter what and still felt like her first time. He kissed her, explicitly against the house rules as their tongues entangled.

  “Sureal you feel like heaven” “Yes daddy I'm here to please”

  He turned her over and gave her a spank on the ass as he kept fucking as he pulled her hair. She engulfed him so effortlessly so completely he melted at her presence he kissed her neck and kept thrusting swiftly keeping pace as he was nearing orgasm "I'm about to cum"

  “Where?” He didn't know. Anywhere was good. At this pace, he was about to cum inside her and that would be a very big no-no for the madam so she disengaged and sucked him whole as he came in her mouth and then she took him out letting him have a look at his efforts as she knew many clients approved off.

  He laid back down in bed hugging her. Of his companions she was his favourite. He had spent a decade one time hidden in her chamber when there had been a large bounty in his head.

  “You’ve ascended”

  “How do you know?”

  “Your taste”

  She was half succubi, the amount of things she could garner from such things was astonishing.

  “Are you going to tell anyone?”

  “No, but the rate has just increased.”

  He smiled at her, that didn't seem fair.

  “Don't be stingy. Ok?” She caressed his abs and traced them with her fingers.

  “So what now?” She asked, curious of what one wished when at the pinnacle.

  “I don't really know, I never thought I would live long enough to see this day.”

  “What about family?”

  “You know they are all dead.”

  “I know I meant starting a new one, your own.”

  Was he going to do that? Start a new family, trying to have kids.

  “Well, you are strong so start a sect.”

  “With who? And where do I find talent? I can’t see spiritual roots, you know?”

  He had thought about it beforehand, but his inability to see a disciple's potential would be an immense liability.

  “How about a clan?”

  “Aren't sects more efficient and with a larger talent pool?”

  “Yes but don't you wish to be a patriarch? In a clan everybody is related by bloodline, the likelihood of them having spiritual roots increases if you are the common ancestor. Don't you think?”

  He didn't know how he felt about it, But surely he had plenty of time to think about it.