of him, feed off their energy, their power.
Sutekh liked the dark ones the best. The ones laced
with the greed and malice and hate that they had
brought with them from life. They were the tastiest
meals, the most nourishing.
It was left to Gahiji to arrange for contact with the
mortal left behind in the world of man, to ensure that
all Sutekh had promised was carried out. Sutekh believed in fulfilling his bargain to the soul he had ingested, terminated, robbed of any hope for rebirth or
future life.
Not only a life snuffed, but an immortality taken.
There was no afterlife for that soul, no heaven or hell
or Field of Reeds. No Valhalla or any other version of
a next world. Nothing. There was only Sutekh’s voracious hunger.
In exchange, Sutekh gave their loved one exactly
what he had agreed to, and in doing so, doomed that
loved one to the exact same fate.
After all, a contract was a contract, and at the end
of their lives, they would come to Sutekh when he
called.
EVE SILVER
27
In the corner of the room, Lokan sat and watched
and learned. But it did not escape Gahiji’s notice that
at the moment of the soul’s ingestion, the son’s expression betrayed distaste, perhaps even disgust, suggesting that the human half of him had some remnants of
tender emotion, perhaps empathy, for these pathetic
souls.
Gahiji never dared to point that out to his master. He
liked his role as a soul reaper and Sutekh’s trusted second far too much to open his mouth unwisely in criticism of his master’s son, and find himself the meal
rather than the meal provider.
But he planned to continue to keep an eye on Lokan.