Chapter 5

                                    

                                          


                          
Isaac materialised in an empty room. To the untrained eye it resembled an empty tomb but one slab in the floor was clear, providing a mirror to the earth.
 His hand opened and he was dropped into an unceremonious heap on the floor and looked at me with cold eyes.
                          
"This is the world between worlds. Neither life nor death. It is where those with the darkest intents can reside without bowing to any."
                          
"Will you at least tell me who you are?" He grumbled as he struggled to sit on his haunches, deciding against standing even though the floor was freezing. "Surely you have honour enough to do that?"
                          
"I am Am-Heh, Ish...mortal," he seemed to stumble for a moment before gathering himself. "That is all you need know at this time."
                          
He wandered across to the clear tile in the floor. From the invisible vantage point Am-Heh could watch the world below him. And the chaos that ensured. He turned and clapped his hands, the sound loud and sharp in the emptiness. Slowly heavy wood and golden furniture began to form.
                          
Isaac watched in awed silence as a few chairs, perfectly polished, a table and a large book case full of ancient tomes and papers in archaic language appeared before him.
                          
The walls and floor transformed to costly marble, streaked in grey and white and intricate pillars arched upwards to the high ceiling to imitate the palaces of the ancient world. Two hefty doors concealed other rooms, assumingly as impressive as what was laid out in view.
                          
A place that the wealthy could only covet and where angels would fall.
                          
Along with it a dark mist slowly rose about him, the mask vanishing to reveal a human form that was only slightly less fear inducing than the former even if his clothing remained the same.
 Intense eyes gazed from a pale but well chiselled face, dark red hair, as rich as blood, spilled down to rest below his shoulders.
 Symbols of snakes wound about his arms to meet a far more elaborate image on his back, stark against the sun kissed skin.
                          
Isaac could not help but move his eyes up his body eyes tracing over the god's form. He had always appreciated such figures from working with the images of Venus and Adonis and other depictions of desire. The eyes remained the same though; cold and full of swirling power.
                          
"Why do you want me here?"
                          
"You remind me of someone," Am Heh replied in a more ponderous tone. "One of the reasons you are here. And before you think that Atum can reseal me, he cannot," he continued, wandering to the bookcase and running a clawed finger over the shelf before plucking one of the tomes down "the vessel is broken and it cannot be replaced."
                          
He opened the book, wafting away the cloud of dust that the fragile paper emitted, wrinkling his nose. Apparently even Gods disliked dust. 
                          
"That is the flaw of such binding."
                          
At least he thought that was the case, it always had been in the past. In truth he was not sure of that. For all he knew Atum's power might have grown even if his influence of humanity has dissipated. He would work with his assumption though, it didn't do any good to surmise too much.
                          
You remind me of someone. Isaac's eyes widened at that remark, wondering how he could possibly remind the god of anyone. He shuddered to think what the implications of that were; whatever the god had done to whoever he resembled.
                          
Yet inside memories throbbed in turmoil, trying to make sense of the puzzle. Isaac could not deny the God had a draw, compelling him to move closer, to be nearer to a beast that could tear him limb from limb. It was only a spot of common sense that stopped him.