Hideaway Strath giza

he listened. two sets of gods, one primal and the other organized into a pantheon, the structure of which he recognized.
he would never give this scarred rustic the satisfaction of knowing this, but the description of her gods lulled him, restored a sense of peace to know that he was not alone in this place.
such a shame it must come from one with the blood of the enslaved.
idly, he wondered if her life before the saints was where she had earned the ridges along her flesh, or if they were deliberate — he had heard rumour of pagan tribes cutting their own skin.
his own, unblemished.
"xibalba. we have Osiris, god of the underworld. and Anubis, who weighs the heart of the dead against the feather of Ma'at." would he speak to aerin of Amun? he did not yet know.