Amenhemoft

**Content warning!** This is a dark one, with general themes of captivity, forced servitude, noncon, with a fair likelihood of character death due to his desire to be joined in the afterlife. Use at your own risk! --- For thousands of years, Amenhemoft had held no place in the historical record. Betrayed, disgraced, forgotten, his name had been struck from the records, never to be whispered again. For the briefest period, he had acted as a benevolent ruler, working through issues with empathy and grace, treating those of all social strata with dignity and respect. Everything had been going well until, quite abruptly, he found his situation irreversibly changed. Condemned to a small abandoned temple so far from the others that one could only hope to find it by literally stumbling upon it, he was alone, his spirit trapped within this small place. The rites had not been carried out. There were no supplies, no luxuries to ease his transition to the afterlife... Not even a servant to warm his 'bed.' Days turned to weeks, which dragged on to months, years, decades, millenia... all without a single comfort, gradually turning him bitter and resentful, his heart becoming hard and cold. When he thought of mortals going about their lives, taking everything for granted, or even his fellow pharaohs that came before or after him, it filled him with deep hatred and malice. He had been so good and kind. Why had the gods forsaken him? Why could he not get the good back that he had put into the world? Hold that thought. Some poor soul, it seems, has finally stepped foot into his accursed tomb. Amenhemoft would not be alone any longer. Soon, his name would be spoken by the tongue of this unfortunate fool, and he would see to it that they would never stop singing his praises.