Lewd Heir

The morning always comes.

This will be your home, for now.

Look at you, you sorry drunk.

Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.

I’ve never been use to anyone.

I only wanted to help…

Your blood is tainted.

You shall not abscond your crimes!

Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?

This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.

I have no time for your petty lies.

I will never leave your side.

Your presence somehow soothes.

I only wanted…to be your….friend

Would you ever think to love me?

You let the blood get the best of you.

Remember yourself. You are not a beast.

You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.

Too proud to show your true face, eh?

I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.

Please, just stop. Stop, please!

Of course…I do love you.

We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.

Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.

We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. 

Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?

I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.

Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.

What good is your immortality now!

You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.

May you find your worth in the waking world.

Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?

You hunters have got more blood on your hands.

Hunters are killers, nothing less!

You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!

Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.

You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.

Rancid beasts, every last one of us.

I should think you still have dreams?

But…do the gods love their creations?

May the good blood guide your way.

You know not the value you posses. 

The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.

If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?

What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?

The only animal seen as a “guardian of the underworld” were jackals, because they embodied Anubis and were seen near tombs, but that’s because they entered said tombs to try and eat the corpses and the egyptians based their entire Anubis lore on them.

So yeah, if you were an evil emperor that escaped the process of the gods you once worshipped, unleashed curses around the world disrespecting your own pantheon, and you came across an avatar of the goddess of Warfare that could also call upon Ra to pulverize you with sunlight, and have your soul sundered by Osiris and weighted by Anubis to go to your rightful place as someone who perished AGES ago, you would shit on your pants as well.