A beautiful girl with shoulder length black hair stood fighting with her opponent they used wooden spears to fight with. She dodged twisted avoiding his blows. Her white dress flowed around her as she moved. Imitating the sands of Egypt whirling wind. You could tell the girl was from royalty almost the second you saw her. She had won this round the wooden spear at her much larger opponents neck. Smiling she looked towards her father for his approval.

"Princess Ahmanet. Beautiful cunning and ruthless. Sole heir to the throne of Egypt. The Pharaohs kingdom will one day be hers to rule without mercy or fear. And Ahmanet would be worshipped as a living God."

Her father, was very proud of her as they looked out to the pyramids of Egypt he prided her in the art of fighting, knowing she would need it when she became Queen. As the pharaoh and her shared a glance she knew that dream may not be true as his glance broke off for his Queen.

"But Pharaoh had a son. The boy now, would inherit her destiny. And Ahmanet understood power was not given it had to be taken."

She had watched the birth of her brother. With anger flowing through her veins she needed a plan and fast. Power would not be hers if she did not take it back. She walked through the temple knowing what she needed to do. Straight to the library where she would find the Set documents.

"Vowing revenge she made a choice to embrace evil. Set. The God of death. They made a pact. A pact that would unleash darkness itself."

The girl cut her wrist and watched it blood run down her wrist. Unrolling the scroll as she did so, she read the ancient text aloud. Set would give her the power and strength she needed to become Queen. Once the blood met the water the crows above her started to come back to life. The fire rustled wildly as the shadow behind her offered her Set's dagger. In pain the girl took the dagger into her hands with no thought for repercussions. The metal burned her skin as soon as she touched it. Falling over in pain the girl watched as her arms became covered in ancient text that burned their way through and over her body. She slowly rose the irises of her eyes doubling.

"Ahmanet was reborn a monster."

It was like a darkness overcame her body. Complete and utter darkness. She stood above her father about to slit his throat. He awoke before she was able to finish the job. No remorse showed in the doubled eyes, as she slit his throat with the dagger blood splattering on her face. She did the same in the next room with her mother and brother.

"Yet the pact was not complete. She vowed to bring the demon into our world in the body of a mortal man. Together, they would take their vengeance upon humanity."

She straddled her lover, the man understood her twisted ways and did not hesitate when she was reared up with the dagger attempting to kill him so Set could take his form. Before it could be complete she felt the darts in her neck. Screaming she fell dropping the dagger. The stone releasing from it. The man scrambled from beneath her to save her from sudden fate. Sacrificing himself anyway. Ahmanet reached for the dagger and stone in her anguish though she did not reach them in time. She was dragged away and forced down onto the table for mummifications. The guards wrapped her up in gauze trying to contain the screaming girl.

"For her sins, Ahmanet was mummified alive. Her body carried far from Egypt. There she would remain, condemned to eternal darkness. But death is a doorway and the past cannot remain buried forever."