The Immortal Pan can't help but smile in amusement as the ancient magics around him go to work, bringing life to the musty old relics and dripping stone. The Warrior Woman of old had begun to move not long ago, but she was then a shriveled old thing- looking more like a mummy then a woman. She had disappeared behind an ancient hallway not long ago, retreiving her legendary armor and sword. Now she returns, and the magics of the tomb have almost completed their work.
What was a shrivalled mummy was now most certainly a woman. She stood tall and proud, and true to her legend her beauty was incredible- even the immortal Pan found his heart racing with lust as the curves her armor could not hide finished their long preperations for what would be a bloodbath ahead.
"Are you to be my first opponent?" She asked Pan in a long dead language, those revitialized eyes seeming to go right through him.
"Possibly, but wanted to see if I had a few things absolutely right."
"Then ask your questions, it's the least I could do before killing you." She heartlessly answered, scrapping a sharpening stone against a long buried sword, bringing back it's former glory.
"You were a priestess of the Red Swordwoman the first time you were alive, correct?"
"Yes." She says, finishing her sword sharpening. The stone goes to a stone shelf in the tomb walls. She stands, beginning to practice a few swings with her sword- and among them she takes her first chance to view her opponent. Pan smirks as her breath catches- seems his godly majesty is every bit as effective on her senses as her beauty was to Pan's.
"And this is to do with something called the Duty of Procession?"
"Yes. At least once all priestesses must go out into the world and not return to the temple until there is a female child growing in our wombs, to ensure there is a next generation of priestesses."
"But there's a catch." he adds, getting up to get a closer look at the awoken priestess- liking what he sees and the animal passion seems to lick off of her like flames, but she maintains her composure.
"Among the vows we take as priestesses of the Red Swordwoman was that we are only allowed to lay with men who have defeated us in combat, preferably honorable one-on-one combat."
"And if what the mystic experts are right, then the entrance of the tomb tells us that you were a little too good at fighting- and ended up killing every man who even had the slightest impulse for combat, even when they teamed up."
"So my goddess insisted I fufill my duty by putting me to sleep for 300 years and trying again after I awoke."
"And so it's been for thousands of years, only now there's a city called Moscow not too far from here- and with your supernatural combat skills it would be a bloodbath even if you were defeated."
"It is sad, but I will not betray my goddess."
"I would never ask you to, it's just. . ." he says with a coy smile.
"What?"
"Well, does the vow specifically say 'only men that have defeated you in combat'? Being a god, I'm sure your goddess wouldn't mind if we resolved this without any killing?"
"I. . .you're a god?" |