He had no love for Nephthys. Since Osiris turned them away, Nephthys had hated Anubis and even tried to kill him a few times. They never tried to be a parent or even family to Isis. Nephthys was known for changing their appearance, but Anubis had to admit they looked good, not broken and wrecked by dark magic as the rumors would portray. They were gorgeous, and their black-lined, deep brown-gold eyes were trained on him. Shaking his head, Anubis was about to walk away, but Nephthys walked over and stood in front of him. They stared at each other for a while, and Anubis was surprised when Nephthys spoke.
“You look well, my son.”
“I am not your son,” Anubis sneered.
“Funny, I remember giving birth to you so long ago. So that would make me your bearer. Shouldn’t you show me respect? Or did my sister and her lover taint your heart from me that much?”
“You’re hilarious,” Anubis said. “You abandoned me, and now you want to claim me as family. Just get to why you’re standing in front of me.”
She reached out to touch his face, but Anubis backed away. “One day, my child, you will beg me for my help.”
“Keep dreaming. I have never needed you in the past, and I doubt I will need you in the future.”
Anubis walked away but didn’t get far enough when he heard her say, “You know where to find me when the time comes.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
STAR
Star gasped when Anubis's cock entered him. He moaned, grinding his hips. His fingertips slowly caressed Anubis's back as the man's cock glided in and out of him.
“Does it feel good, baby?” His deep voice whispered against Star's neck. “I'm going to make you feel good, then kill you.”
Star's brows furrowed at Anubis's words, but the thought didn’t hold long, and he moaned and tightened his fingers into Anubis's shoulder. Star loved when Anubis thrust into him nice and slow, hitting every one of his spots. Star's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel it vibrating in his ribcage as his arousal built.
Anubis pulled out of Star and dragged his lips down to his clavicle. Star's fingers threaded through Anubis's soft curls, making him stop, feeling that something was wrong. Anubis had dreadlocks, and his hair was long, not short. Carefully Star opened his eyes and could not believe what he was seeing. A figure with gray skin looked up at him with white pupils, blood dripping down its distorted face, and sharp shark-like teeth. It was scary and grotesque. Star scrambled back on the bed, his back hitting the headboard. He was about to scream but couldn't when his throat was grabbed, and claws dug into his neck.
“Is that how he touches you?” It leaned in close and licked Star's face, and the rotten smell from the figure made him sick to his stomach. “Enjoy what little time you have, because everything will soon become mine, Star Rueng. Your very soul will disappear. And not even the gods of death can save you.” The thing smiled. “Tick-tock, your time is running out.”
The figure faded, and Star gasped, sitting up in bed and looking around the room; nothing was out of place. He was shaking, and it wasn't because he felt cold. It was that dream again. For the past few days, he'd been having strange dreams. Some he could remember in detail, like the one he just had, and others were bits and pieces. But they always left him shivering in fear. Star got out of bed and ran to the bathroom and looked at his neck and saw no marks. He looked at the dark circles under his eyes that showed signs of a restless night. But it had been more than one night.
Anubis had no idea what Star had been going through because he had been out of town and refused to tell Star where he was, saying it was a surprise.
Things can't keep going on like this.
He recalled what the figure had said.
“What are you looking at? Did…”
Relief washed over Star when he heard Anubis's voice. Before Anubis could finish his words, Star rushed into his arms and buried his face in his chest, but something felt wrong. His hands felt as if it was touching bones and not muscles. The scent he was used to changed, making Star sick to his stomach.
A cackle came from above, and Star snapped his head up and screamed, seeing the same figure who was in his dream. He pushed the thing away and ran out of the bathroom, but Star was kicked hard in the back and bumped into the sink before he could get away. A pain struck his stomach worse than it did his back. Star doubled over and bile spilled out of his mouth. The figure grabbed Star's hair and smashed his face on the ground. Star howled in pain, but the figure didn't let up.
“I will take back what is mine,” the figure growled. “You will lose everything.”
Star wanted to grab something to stop the figure’s terror. Star was so confused. He hadn't done anything to anyone in his life. So, why was he being tormented? What did he take to make the figure so angry? And why use the image of the one person he cared about?
“You should have died in that prison,” the figure snarled, and their words startled Star.
“Who are you?” he screamed. “What the hell are you babbling about?”
“Someone who will take back everything you took from me. All that you have belongs to me.” The figure, which seemed stronger than they looked, hauled Star up off the floor by his hair and flung him across the room. Star cried out in pain, gasping for breath. He felt weak and broken, unable to understand why this was happening suddenly. Everything in his world was going great.
“What did I do to you?” Star rasped.
“Are you an idiot? But I can't kill you yet. I need you for the hunts,” the figure sayd, kneeling next to him. “Your body is weak, but you have a power that is perfect for me to use at my will.”
“I don't know what you're talking about. Why are you doing this to me?”
