Dolls and Egytpian Gods;

Demi sighed as the teacher rattled on and on about Egyptian mythology. Where had that spark of obsession with life gone? Demi was a seventeen year old girl, with short curly pink hair, and bright blue eyes. She wanted to become a famous artist and make her father proud; but suddenly the passion had gone. She had been painting the paranormal for years, and had just recently begun making dolls. She had always loved dolls as much as she did art. They were so cute and smiley that they made all the pain go away. She had made a doll of her sweet, loving mom. Demi loved her mom very much, she always listened and was just the nicest person anyone could find on Earth. That's why she never understood why she had married her father. Her quiet, easily angered, somewhat frightening father. Seth was gruff, and very hard to talk to. He seemed too sophisticated to be in love with someone as sweet as Cyreina the second. Demi had never met her grandmother, but she wanted too very badly. Cyreina the first sounded like a woman that would make extreme feminists proud to be women. Her mom often spoke about Demi's grandmother, and all the great things she had done. For although Demi seems normal enough, she knows her true family line. She knows of her mom's telekinesis, her father's demon blood and his mastery of sorcery. Of her grandfathers royal tie to the element of darkness, and that her grandmother was the, one and only, shadow manipulator. You would think she would be proud, but no. Her life had run empty lately, bleeding her paints dry of their magick, and her dolls of their whimsy. "And thus brings me to the Egyptian Gos of chaos." Something clicked in her head, bringing her out of imagination land. Up on the old blackboard was a picture of a man.

The most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life.

"Set, creator of discord and evil!" Mrs. Jimi exclaimed. The teacher often sought to bring excitement to her lessons, and didn't fail normally. The picture showed a proud, brooding man. With slooped, narrow shoulders, long majestic black hair and dark black eyes. He was obviously not human, seeing as he had the ears of a jackal protruding from his crown. A hot blush crossed Demi's face, and her heart lept into her throat. He was...so..."Miss Demi?"

THUD!

Laughter woke her up, well...almost woke her up. She realized quickly she had fallen from her chair, for some reason that didn't matter. Without a word, she jumped up and ran off to the library. Everyone's laughter and the teachers shouts seemed so...insignificant. Her large boots pounded the floor, her breath grew ragged. "Set, I need to find about you!" Finally! The library was in front of her...

"Seth?" Cyreina tip-toed into his large study, balancing three seperate platters of food; one in eah hand, and one on the top of her head. Cyreina the second was curiously dressed. She wore a classic, Alice in Wonderland dress and light red bows in her mane of long black hair. Her eyes were an odd shade of yellow, big and twinkling with compassion. "Seth?...Master?" Her husband got in odd moods, and sometimes preferred he remained her Master than her husband. His study was humongous, filled with all kinds of strange books and relics. He always was the master, of the Ring, of the Circus and if he wanted, of Hell. His strange habits didn't bother Cyreina too bad, she was used to strange things. She set down his dinner, and quietly made to leave. Only to run right into her husband. The plates fell, but she froze them with her mind quickly. "Seth! Why didn't you answer." He frowned, the shadows deepning in his handsome face. "You didn't call loudly enough." Sighing, she planted a sweet kiss on his face and swept away before he could turn angry. A little bit down the hall, she tapped on the door to one of her two son's rooms. "Khnumn? Sweety, dinner's ready." He answered almost immediatley, followed by the sounds of loud crashing. It almost made Cyreina smile; her son was a bit of a klutz, but he was still a cute klutz. "Hi Ma, what did you fix?" he asked with his big, chesire grin. Khunmn was a tall boy, sixteen, with poofy purple hair that was extremely spiky, and twinkling green eyes, just like his father's. He was klutzy, sweet and shy; his personality coming more from her blood than Seth's. "Mashed potatoes with ranch and butter, like you like." He purred happily and took the plate. "Could you possibly make me love you anymore?" She kissed him, just to make him squeal his usual rant about cooties and germs, than continued to her last son. "Knock, knock." She knew by experience she was allowed to go in without an answer. Biest sat on his dark bed, engrossed in a romance novel. He was born mute, meaning he couldn't talk. He had unruly black hair, that stood up and out wildly, and black eyes. His skin was snow white, and his clothes were all black. He wasn't a depressed boy, colors just made him feel out of place. "Dinner Biest, I made your favorite." He gave her a small, almost shy smile and took the plate. "I love you too sweety, call me when you're done." She shut his door, knowing how much her children valued privacy. " Cyreina." She jumped and spun around, her face almost touching the black cloth of Seth's cloak this time. "Yes Seth, what's the matter?" He hated pet names, so she only called him Seth...or Master. "Our daughter is in love."

"What? How do you know?" That was a foolish question, he always knew what he needed too know. "The cards tell me, We need to do something about it." Her brow furrowed in worry, fearing the amount of anger he might put forward into the matter. "Don't get too mad, Seth, I love you after all and your not mad at me...are you?" Immediatley he looked away. The discussion of love was not one he was prepared to discuss. "Not mad, but dissapointed." Cyreina's happy face grew slightly sad. "Dissapointed?" He made a sound deep in his throat. "You could've done much better than me."