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Pharaoh’s Curse part 9

Rise of the Pharaoh part 3

By

Soul71

Thanks to Killerarmyguy and Linnear for the edits.

Chapter Ten

“It’s going to be okay, Andy,” Anta encouragingly whispered as she rubbed his back as they stood in front of the door to his father’s penthouse once they had flown in after seeing Carla’s parents. Who, as you can imagine, was totally not okay with Carla’s and Andrew’s relationship. Demanding that she forgo this lunacy and focus on her schooling they were paying lots of money for. Even when Andrew told them he would cover the rest of the payments for Carla’s schooling, they still weren’t having it. Anta held Carla all the way back to the small airport they had flown into when they arrived in New York two days ago.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one that has to tell your father. You’re the Pharaoh of Egypt,” Andrew sighed, wishing he didn’t have to be there, yet knew his father would fly to Egypt just to bring him home.

“It’s going to be fine, baby, we’re here; if they can’t understand, that’s on them. You told them the truth,” Carla said forlornly, resting her head on his shoulder. Sniffling when she and her parents hadn’t come to terms with what was going to happen. She had been hoping that they would maybe not be joyous at the fact she was going to be a Queen or at their marriage part. She would have thought they would just be happy that they were happy.

“I told you for the last time, we’re fine, we don’t need anything…?!” Julián’s mouth dropped open as his words were frozen on the tip of his tongue. As he stared in shock at the sight of his son standing before him. “Andy… son? Andrew!” he said his voice gaining strength as he saw the shy look on his son’s face he always got whenever they were apart for more than a week.

“Hey, Dad,” Andrew greeted sheepishly. His body was jerked forward, and a huff escaped his lips when his father squeezed him hard. “Missed you too, Dad,” he said softly, patting his father’s back.

“Julián, I swear I thought I heard you call out Andrew’s…” Wilma’s face went through serval stages of happiness at the sight of her step-son’s face. Her feet propelled her forward before her mind could come out of the fog of bliss at the sight of Andrew. Before she knew it, her arms were wrapping around the two of them. So very happy to have her family whole again as her hands gently rubbed the back of both of their heads. “You’re finally home,” she said, pulling the two of them into her, making Andrew remember what he’s missed. “Girls! I didn’t think you would fly all this way to see Andrew safely home, but I know Julián and I are very happy to hear you take Andy’s safety very seriously.” Arching an eyebrow, wondering why she saw sadness in his eyes as he looked down at the tops of his feet.

“Whatever the reason, our home is open to the two of you,” Julián said, welcoming Anta and Carla into his home, eyeing the two strangers that stood behind the three of them.

“Halima, you come with me, Nofre-it, see how the others are doing, and get them what they need,” Andrew said, giving out his orders.

“Andrew, I’m happy to entertain your friends, but they’ll have to find their own lodging,” Julián stated, holding the door open for his son.

“Of course, my lord, I’ll see to it right away,” Nofre-it answered, ignoring Julián’s remark before turning on his heel and walking over to the neighboring penthouse where the detached Medjay had taken up residence.

“Andrew is something going on here that I should know about?” Julián asked. His eyes followed the stranger’s gait as she stuck to his son’s backside.

“Yeah, you might want to sit down. You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you, yet it is the truth,” Andrew said, scratching the back of his head, unsure what to say next. Noting how Anta and Carla were getting their own hugs of greeting in with Wilma from the corner of his right eye.

“Alright, but you better start talking, son,” Julián said sternly, taking his spot on the couch. His left arm rested lightly on Wilma’s shoulders when she sat down beside him.

“The only way for you to believe me is to show you,” Andrew sighed.

“Show us what, honey,” Wilma said, her eyes hungrily drinking in her step-son’s form. Her eyes went wide when Anta helped Andrew out of his suit jacket, something she didn’t think he would wear to return home in or it would look so expensive. No, what had Wilma flabbergasted were the muscles his dress shirt detailed. “My, Andy, it seems you’ve grown in your time in Egypt,” she said, stating her approval.

“Thanks,” Andrew said bashfully. “You don’t want to know what I had to go through to get it.”

“You’re stalling Andrew,” Julián spoke, cutting in.

“Dad, you know how Mom is into… Egypt?” Andrew asked, noting the scowl on his father’s lips.

“What does she have to do with this?” Julián grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Well, turns out Mom is an konya escort heir to Pharaoh Pepi II making her a Princess of Egypt, and where I come in is… forces beyond your imagination set the stage for the reemergence of the Pharaonic line,” pointing to himself, “to take up the Crown of Egypt once again, making me,” releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Pharaoh Menes II,” Andrew said as his Nemes shimmered into view, watching the two of them jumping in their seats as the light of his divinity shone brightly in his eyes.

“What the hell, Andrew?! What have you gotten yourself into?!” Julián shouted in fear at the strange attire that appeared on his son’s head.

“Please, calm yourselves; what Andrew is saying is the truth. He is the Pharaoh of Egypt,” Carla said, sitting to the left of Andrew on the love seat behind him. “We know how startling it is; I was like you when I first saw it. You see, one day, when the tour was getting set up here in New York, I fell off the ladder I was on and would have died if Andrew hadn’t saved me. Yet I looked at the man who displayed such a wonder that no human could achieve it, and I didn’t see a freak or a monster. No, I saw the man who was going to be my husband,” she said proudly, resting her hands on her knees in a dignified manner. Blowing Andrew a kiss when he peered back at her, silently asking her if she had to do that now. Of course, she did. How else was anyone to know they were in the presence of a Queen if she didn’t announce it.

“Andy, what did she mean by husband?” Wilma stammered, pointing weakly at Carla.

“No way! I forbid it! Andy, son, are you listening to yourself?” Julián asked, surging from his seat, the back of his left hand smacking the palm of his right hand as he stared his son down.

“You really can’t, Dad,” Andrew said as gently as he could. “I am the Pharaoh of Egypt. And it would be best if you were nicer to your neighbors. They are there to look out for your security; this is Halima,” gesturing to her with a wave of his right hand, “she’s the head of the Medjay, the Pharaoh’s personal bodyguards,” he said, noting how his father was using all his will to hold back from losing his shit. “I get it, Dad. You don’t understand, and you want me home. Trust me, there’s nothing in the world I want more than to come home. Yet I cannot.”

“Okay, let’s say you are this Pharaoh… whatever, why can’t you just come home,” Julián pleaded with his son, thinking he’s been brainwashed. While he couldn’t explain how the headcover appeared on Andrew’s head, he was sure his son got hoodwinked by some group in Egypt. If he had to guess, his ex-wife had a hand in it.

“Because… I was chosen. That’s why they made Mom run off to Egypt so that eventually I would go there and start all of this,” Andrew said, gesturing to his body, noticing how that took his father aback for a second.

“Andy, what do you mean, and who are this ‘they’ you’ve mentioned?” Wilma asked, trying not to be perturbed at the look on Julián’s face.

“What I mean…”

“This rambling is getting us nowhere, my Pharaoh; they obviously won’t or can’t accept what’s right in front of them. It’s time we return to Egypt…” Turning her small cat head as Wilma and Julián screamed bloody murder as Bast sat on the center of the coffee table in her cat form, “mortals always with the theatrics,” Bast grumbled.

“Hey! Fuck you!” Wilma shouted, jumping to his feet.

“Careful there, Mom, that is Bast you’re speaking to…”

“I don’t give a f…”

“She’s a goddess,” Andrew interrupted, stopping Wilma and his father in their tracks. “Best to keep on her good side.”

“Husband, I understand your need for these two in your life, yet Egypt is in a…”

“Yes, I know, Bast, we’ll leave once I’m done, not a minute before,” Andrew said sternly. “I’m not about to leave my father and mother in this kind of state.”

“Very well, but we must leave. No telling if those fools will turn on you in your absence,” Bast informed him as her tail lazily swished along the table’s surface.

“I know, but I don’t fear them. If they did go back on their oath, Set will have them,” Andrew spoke, looking down at Bast, knowing what she spoke was true he did have to return to Egypt. Its enemies were gathering around them, given the reports he had seen once he had secured his hold on the country. It seemed to him that while those in charge were draining Egypt of its wealth, power, and people, its foes had been quietly building up their forces. While he wouldn’t lead his men into battle he would be there on the ground with them when they make their move. Andrew already had reports of a group gathering people in the Sinai Peninsula. He had to secure his country before he even thought about expanding the boarders of Egypt. It was why his takeover was as bloodless as possible so that the citizens wouldn’t rebel and cause undue harm and pain to their neighbors, all konyaaltı escort because the Gods had a plan.

“Yes, that is true,” Bast purred not telling Andrew that a few had tested that threat given the joyous mirth she felt, Set howling from where her true form was at that moment in time.

An hour past into one, then two, and on to five as the five of them sat exhausted on the couch and loveseat, with one last ditch attempt to dissuade Andrew out of what they saw as foolishness. They couldn’t understand why Andrew didn’t just say no and return to their home. Only to be content that Andrew wasn’t barring them from his life, just that his life now resides halfway around the world from them. They certainly weren’t pleased, namely Julián, Andrew told them about his mother. What they didn’t realize was that Julián, while yes he was disgusted at what Alex (Alexandra, her given name) had been doing with their son, he was extremely annoyed with himself when the thought of seeing Alex and Wilma going at it got him aroused. With their lack of success, Wilma went for broke, knowing it would be forever before she felt Andrew inside of her again. Snatching Andrew away from the others and dragging him to his old bedroom. Wondering if they shouldn’t just move to Egypt and live in the house, Andrew told them that he was building for them. She knew that was the only way she would ever be with Andrew in that manner.

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay. We kind of thought this might happen when we were flying into the city after Carla introduced Andy to them,” Anta said, holding up a hand to stop Julián.

“And you believe all of it?” Julián asked yet again.

“We don’t have to believe, we were right there along beside him,” Carla said, sinking into the hug Anta was giving her with a single arm.

“What’s wrong, Carla?” Julián inquired in a caring voice. Ignoring how Wilma was moaning from Andrew’s room.

“It didn’t go as Carla would have hoped with her parents,” Anta informed him while she comforted Carla.

“Sorry, Carla, about your folks, but I agree with them. It’s nothing against either of you, but this whole mess is so… crazy?!” Julián exclaimed, thrusting his hands at Bast.

“We’re sorry you feel that way,” Carla said, dabbing her eyes.

“If or when you come to accept the truth, we’ll welcome you in with open arms. That would be harmful to Andy if we didn’t, but this whole thing was because Andrew knew this would probably be one of the few trips he makes out of Egypt for some time. Unless the two of you make the trip to Egypt, we wanted Andy to get to spend some time with you and not argue. If you wish to visit us at the Palace in Cairo, you’re more than welcome to,” Anta said with the poise of a Queen. Getting to her feet when she heard Andrew’s former bedroom door opening. Helping Carla to her feet, noting how Halima didn’t say a word throughout it all. “Come, Carla, we need to escort our Pharaoh back to his kingdom,” she uttered, holding out her hand to her friend.

“It’ll be good to finally be back home,” Carla said somberly.

“Andy, for the last time, forget about all of this and just stay here,” Julián said, staring at his son’s back, urging Andrew to see reason.

“Sorry, Dad, I don’t have a choice in the matter; even if I wanted to, the Gods wouldn’t allow it. Trust me, I don’t want to be doing this any more than you want me to do this,” Andrew said, peering over his shoulder as his left hand rested on the lock of the door. “But if I don’t do it, they will get someone else to do it and kill me in the process for disobeying their decree. Bye, Dad, Mom, I’ll call when we land in Egypt,” he stated before the door closed behind him, so ending his former life as a New Yorker.

******

Cairo, Egypt, 12 hours later…

“Andy, Andy, wake up,” Anta softly cooed as the private jet they had taken to the States circled the private airport the former head of State once flew out from, now it belonged to Andrew.

“We’re home,” Carla purred, nuzzling his hair with the tip of her nose as she sat beside him. “Soon, you’re going to have a needy wife who’s going to need all the sex she can get from her King,” she hungrily said as she ran her hand up Andrew’s right thigh. Sucking on her lower lip when she noticed something responding to her touch within his pants.

“Wives, Carla, wives,” Anta corrected, adding her own hand to the soft caresses of his thigh as she mirrored Carla’s actions.

“But can’t you just let me have this one?” Carla asked in a teasing light, thrusting Andrew’s right arm into the cleavage of her breasts.

“Nah-uh,” Anta mused with a wide smile on her lips as she, too, sank Andrew’s arm between her bosom.

“My lord, I’m sorry for interrupting you’re comfort with your soon-to-be wives, yet I was just informed General Salah is waiting for you on the tarmac once we land… he was the man Mido introduced to you korfez escort at the museum,” Halima informed him when Andrew had a perplexed look on his face.

“Okay, and why is he waiting for me?” Andrew asked, trying to keep his hard-on down, given how close to the ground they were.

“The group in the Sinai Peninsula have ramped up their operations. General Salah thinks its best they go in now than wait for them to make the first move,” Halima said, watching something coming over Andrew.

“I see; tell the pilot to get us on the ground now,” Andrew ordered, sinking into the countless years of battle experience from all the Pharaohs before him. Using their knowledge to fortify himself for what was to come. Honestly, he was scared out of his mind; he had no wish to go into any war zone, yet he knew, as Pharaoh, he must. To show the people that he was willing to risk his life just like all the others he would command and send to their own deaths. He just hoped their wearing the symbols of Bast, Sekhmet, and Set would ensure that his forces didn’t die needlessly.

“Of course, Pharaoh,” Halima nodded before turning and heading towards the cockpit.

“Andy, I don’t like this,” Anta said, voicing her fears.

“Why do you have to go, they can just as easily do it without you there!” Carla said low while her right hand curled around his shirt. Hoping that doing so would implant her own fear for his safety into him.

“I must go. A leader who doesn’t stand with his men is soon to fall,” Andrew said ominously. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, you two,” squeezing them into him, “I’m not going to be in the action, just at the command outpost they have set up.”

“You promise?” Anta asked in a low, cute tone, plumping out her lower lip as she did.

“Promise,” Andrew nodded.

“Good, we’re holding you to your words, Andy. Don’t make us have to get Anubis to hound you in your death and Osiris to judge you harshly,” Carla said sternly yet also lovingly.

“So harsh,” Andrew teased.

“Only because I love you,” Carla sighed as she snuggled against his body as they listened to the landing gear coming down.

“I’ll see that the Queens get to their home safely, my lord,” Halima said as they stood by the stairs that had been rolled up to the plane’s door.

“Good, I’ll be back as soon as the operation is over,” Andrew assured the two of them. Gently caressing their cheeks, hoping to relieve some of their fears with a soft touch. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it!” he called out to them as he raised his hand in goodbye as he walked towards where General Salah waited for him as the blades of the helicopter started up. “What’s the situation, General?” Andrew asked like a man who’s experienced many a battle.

“If you board, my lord, I’ll fill you in when we’re in the air,” General Salah spoke, gesturing to the back of the copter. Taking several steps backwards when he saw Bast bounding towards Andrew. He had not forgotten what had happened when Andrew had found them out. He was not about to earn the ire of a goddess.

“You know I can look after myself, right?” Andrew spoke as Bast leapt into the rear of the copter.

“Hmpf! Like I’m going to let you go off to a battle zone without me?” Bast uttered in his mind as she peered back at him. “Come now, Pharaoh, I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Sir, I can’t guarantee the safety of the animal,” their pilot said in Arabic. Wondering why they were allowing a foreigner to take part in a military operation.

“It’s fine, Naqib Ramadan. The cat will be fine,” General Salah spoke as he climbed onboard behind Andrew. Leaning back so Andrew could wave to his companions as the helicopter started to lift off. “Now, my lord, the situation has changed since you’ve been gone,” he said into the mike of his helmet.

“Tell me, what have your informants found?” Andrew asked seriously.

“It seems someone is supplying them with military-grade weapons. From what we were able to find out, they’re coming in from the Red Sea, and the insurgents have been carting them across the desert. I and many others begged the last government after the coup to station a battalion out there to ensure that this doesn’t happen again. If it did, they could nip it in the bud before it got out of hand like it’s turning out to be like it was in 2011 when we thought we dismantled their organization,” General Salah stated, pointing on the map where their last encounter with the group took place at.

“I’m assuming you all had a location already in mind when you proposed this to the former head of State?” Andrew asked, ignoring how the pilot and his co-pilot turned their heads toward the back of the copter.

“Yes, Pharaoh, we were thinking of making a base here,” tapping the location on the map, “we could have a temporary camp set up within a week while construction on the base is underway,” General Salah informed him.

“This for the Army or the Air Force?” Andrew asked, glancing over at the man.

“Army, yet we can build some runways for our jets to use should they need emergency landing, rearming, fueling, or using the base as a staging point for operations into the Levant[1],” General Salah offered, noting how Andrew was eyeing it.

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