curved in the faintest smile.
Well, fuck me raw.
The bastard didn’t have two girls captive. He had
one girl he was all set to rape and murder.
20
SINS OF THE HEART
And one girl who was all set to help him.
The Underworld, the Territory of Sutekh
GAHIJI STOOD ON THE SANDSTONE GALLERY and looked
down at the line of souls awaiting entry, petitioning
for a moment, but a moment, of Sutekh’s time. They
knew him by that name, and others: Seth, Set, Seteh,
Lord of Chaos, Lord of Evil, Lord of the Desert,
Mighty One of Twofold Strength. Some even called
him by the Greek name Typhon, a god known for
cruelty and blind rage. Those who thought that knew
him not at all. Sutekh never devolved into blind rage;
he was far more dangerous than that: coldly analytical, methodical in his actions, his fury more blade
than bludgeon. He was a businessman who could see
every angle, map out all possible future ramifications
of every decision.
The line of souls stretched so far that Gahiji had no
hope of seeing the end. Each time one at the front was
allowed entry, dozens more joined the line at the far
end. They came to beg favors of the Lord of Chaos.
Some were minor deities themselves, far below Sutekh
in rank and power, here to wheedle and finagle a deal.
Some were the souls of those who had failed to find the
Field of Reeds, the paradise of life after death. Perhaps
they had done dark deeds in life. Perhaps they had
