Death Of Sekhen-Ib part 1
As I mentioned earlier, Senefereth, the goddess of beauty, was cursed. Her rejection of the god of love’s marriage proposal had resulted in a curse that would deprive her of the love that would have enhanced her power in her immortal life.
Sekhen-Ib was an incredible young man whose good looks took people’s breath away. The light in his eyes was a blessing bestowed by the gods upon human souls. His smile was created to purify tainted souls. His body was practically an instrument; every movement of his etched an eternal melody into the minds of those who beheld him.
This young man was a devoted worshipper of Seneferth. Whenever he had the chance, he would go to the temple, offer Egypt’s most fragrant flowers as a sacrifice, and spend hours expressing his gratitude to her. He felt a pure love for his goddess and begged to be allowed to see her. Seneferth was the meaning of Sekhen-Ib’s life.
The young man’s heart, burning in the flames, reached Sbau-Ka, the god of stars and dreams. The god, who had known from the very beginning what this burning heart would endure, granted it a happy ending and revealed to his heart the hour when Senefereth would be on the banks of the Nile.
When Sekhen-Ib saw the goddess combing her hair on the riverbank, he fell to his knees and began to weep with a joy and pure delight unlike any man’s tears. This young man, whose prayers had been answered, did not lift his head from the ground even once as the goddess watched him with her kohl-lined eyes.
The young man, placing the gold necklaces he had brought with trembling hands before his Goddess, remained silent as she examined him.
The goddess of beauty smiled as she looked at this young man, who clearly bore the mark of her blessing. She rarely bestowed her blessing upon a man; this young man must be one of her most devoted worshippers. A pure soul, born for this very purpose....
Senefereth, having accepted his offerings, rose to her feet. Sekhen-Ib looked into the goddess’s face and was intoxicated by her honey-colored eyes.
In that moment, the young man realized something: for this goddess, he could endure endless torment, shatter his soul, and dedicate his life and death to her. As blood flowed from his body, his chest torn to shreds, and his soul ached with endless emptiness and pain, he would accept it once again—even as his heart, drenched in blood, was torn from his chest, which had been slit open by a knife, and his eternal life was taken from him, all because he was more devoted to his goddess than any worshiper could ever be...
