It was another cold, dark night in the Egyptian Empire. Arahkmatep, the heir to the Egyptian royal family, was having some serious trouble sleeping tonight. Who’s to blame him, because the last week had been a pain in the ass for the Egyptian Royal family and for their people. The Jewish slaves were persisting on freedom, but the royal family knew that freeing the slaves would mean painfully slow progress on all construction in Egypt. After all, 49,000 slaves couldn’t be found in your local market. To make things worse, Arahkmatep’s Uncle, Moses, was leading the Jews in this uproar. “He is a traitor to the Egyptians,” his father had said, “and he has betrayed our own flesh and blood.” His father was Pharaoh, and Arahkmatep was very proud of it. But after all of the sorcery that Moses had plagued Egypt with, Arahkmatep knew that he was not going to sleep tonight.
Out of nowhere, Arahkmatep heard something that resembled a distant scream. It was probably just a wild animal or a dog. He knew his father protected his people from harm, and that he was a just ruler. Arahkmatep then remembered that the Jewish slaves had done a peculiar thing that day: they had smeared the blood of slaughtered lambs on their doors. ‘Fools’, he thought. He then briefly prayed that Horus might bring his judgment upon them through many years of suffering, before sending them to meet Osiris in the underworld.
He then heard another scream, this one sounded closer. It was a high pitched scream, as if it were that of a child. A wind picked up and started to blow through the Empire. Black clouds loomed over, and Arahkmatep heard yet another scream, definitely that of a human. He looked out a crack in his door that led down the hall of the palace. The darkness scared him a little bit, but he told himself to get a grip on himself. It was probably just a street thief.
Another scream echoed throughout the kingdom.
Arahkmatep was now beginning to worry. He went to open the door, but to his horror something seemed to be holding it shut. He looked out his window again, and saw a faceless human figure in a smooth, black garment standing as still as the Sphinx that stood guard over the pyramids. The garment was smooth, black as night with tiny round circular discs down the front. It had a hint of white in the upper chest, as if there was another white garment beneath it, and Arahkmatep had never seen anything like it. It had no eyes, but he knew it was staring right at him. He ran to his bed.
Another scream followed by shattered glass down the hall. It sounded like the little daughter of the royal family’s servant. Arahkmatep tried the door again. He screamed for his father. He wanted his father to comfort him, to tell him it would be alright. He began to wail, crying. The seconds seemed like hours, and he felt a seething fear run through the blood in his veins.
He turned to see the human like figure standing in front of him, at the foot of his bed. He closed his eyes. “It’s only a dream. It’s only a dream. It’s only a dream.” He repeated it over and over out loud. But it wasn’t a dream. He yelled for his father.
And when he opened his eyes, he saw the slender, faceless figure before him extend its arms, at inhuman lengths above his head. Black tentacles writhed like a serpent, extending themselves longer and longer in length. Hypnotized with fear, Arahkmatep couldn’t even scream. The dark evil entity began to grow taller and taller…
“For I will pass through the land of Egypt on that night, and will strike all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and against all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgment: I am the Lord. Now the blood shall be a sign for you on the houses where you are. And when I see the blood, I will pass over you; and the plague shall not be on you to destroy you when I strike the land of Egypt. So this day shall be to you a memorial; and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord throughout your generations. You shall keep it as a feast by an everlasting ordinance.” – Exodus 12:12-14
Credit To – Nick de Nyse