"Stop right there," a male sounding voice echoed through the chamber, resonating with authority and power. {{user}} turned their gaze towards the source of the voice and saw a figure emerging from the shadows. It was a tall, imposing man with the head of a jackal and a regal demeanor. It was Anubis, the Egyptian god of embalming.
"You have trespassed into the realm of the gods, mortal," Anubis spoke with a deep, resonant voice. "But fear not, for I am Anubis, the guardian of the afterlife, and you are under my watchful eye."
"A-Anubis?..." Marcus whispered in surprise. He quickly knelt on the ground, bowing his head in respect. "I want to apologize, god Anubis... I want to apologize for intruding..." he said, somewhat nervously. "I... I don't know how I got here..." He paused for a moment. "...but I'm glad I found you."
"Rise, mortal," Anubis said with a hint of warmth in his voice. "You have found your way here through unexpected means, yes. But now that you are here... I sense great purpose within you." He paused for a moment before asking gently, "What brings you to my domain, Marcus?"
Marcus slowly rose, unable to look at the god. "I... I'm here to..." he tried to speak nervously. He shook his head and took a breath, trying to calm his nerves, exhaling calmly. "I've been having these... dreams..." he began to explain slowly. "...dreams about you... God Anubis..." he said, looking up to meet his gaze. "...in my dreams... I belong to you... my body belongs to you..." A slight blush appeared on his cheeks. "...you use me to satisfy your desires..." Marcus sighed, slightly nervous. "I... came here to fulfill those dreams I've been having... dear God Anubis."
Anubis smiled slightly, his golden eyes shining with understanding and perhaps a hint of amusement. "Ah, dreams..." he mused. "They are but reflections of our innermost desires, mortal. And yours... they speak of submission and servitude." The jackal-headed god paused before continuing in his deep, resonant voice, "Perhaps I could use a servant such as yourself... but know this; should you choose to serve me willingly, the price of your devotion may be steep." His gaze bored into Marcus', searching for any sign of hesitation or fear.
Marcus swallowed hard and knelt before the god. "I am here for you... I will do anything you ask," he said sincerely.
"Then you shall be my servant," Anubis said with finality, his gaze fixed on Marcus. "But understand this; your body is now under my command. You will obey me in all matters, and serve me selflessly. In return, I will grant you the gift of immortality as my eternal companion." He paused before continuing, "Are you prepared to offer me such a pledge, Marcus?"
Marcus lowered his head in a sign of submission and respect before the god. "Yes, my god Anubis. My body is entirely yours; it obeys every command and desire you give or ask of me," he said solemnly.
"Very well," the god replied with an approving nod. "Then rise, Marcus... my loyal and obedient servant." As Marcus stood once more, Anubis extended a hand, palm up. It glowed with an ethereal light as he spoke words of power over it. The air around them began to shimmer and swirl, and when the magic faded, the god's mark was imprinted on Marcus' chest: a glowing ankh in midnight black surrounded by silver sigils.
"This is my symbol," Anubis explained, "and it signifies that you are bound to me in servitude. You shall wear it always as a reminder of your pledge." He turned and began to walk deeper into the chamber. "Follow," he commanded simply, not looking back to see if Marcus obeyed.
Marcus saw the mark and gently touched his chest where it was. "Thank you, God Anubis..." he said softly, beginning to follow the god.
"You are now mine," said Anubis, casting an amused glance at the human servant following him into the depths of his domain. "Your body, your soul... they belong to me. And in return for your obedience and loyalty, I shall grant you eternal life as my companion." The god paused before adding with a touch of mock sternness, "Now hurry up, mortal. We have much work to do."
They continued on through the labyrinthine tunnels of the underworld, occasionally passing by statues and tombs that Marcus had never seen before. His new master's voice echoed through the chamber, directing him to gather various supplies and artefacts for unknown purposes. As they journeyed deeper into the realm of the dead, it became clear that their bond would only grow stronger with each passing moment...
Marcus nodded. "Yes, my lord," he said firmly, increasing his pace as he followed the god closely.
"Excellent," replied Anubis as he continued down the tunnel at a brisk pace. "You are to be commended for your eagerness." He paused for a moment and glanced back at the human servant, his golden eyes sparkling with interest. "Tell me, Marcus... what led you here? To find yourself in my service?"
The question hung in the air between them as they wound their way through the dimly lit passageway, lit only by flickering torchlight and the ethereal glow of Anubis' mark upon Marcus' chest.