Alastor's mind burned with obsession. The cryptic hieroglyphs—those ancient symbols that had haunted him through his deaths and loops—were no mere glitches. They were messages. Messages from a world he had never truly understood, a world where power wasn't measured in wealth or influence, but in the manipulation of life and death itself.
He spent hours, days even, sitting in his penthouse, eyes locked on the screens and holographic projections of Egyptian texts, archives, and historical records. The symbols that appeared in his neural link after each death—the ankh, the udjat, the scarab—were pieces of a larger code, a language that had been forgotten by all but the elite few who still served the ancient order of the Assassination Pyramid.
Every time the symbols appeared, they came with a subtle shift, a flicker in the digital ether. It was as if they were alive, whispering something just beyond his comprehension. They flickered in the corner of his vision, ghostly imprints that faded when he tried to focus on them directly.
But now, after multiple deaths and rebirths, his mind was starting to connect the dots. Each death revealed a new piece of the puzzle—new hieroglyphs layered upon the old ones, forming intricate patterns. The more he saw them, the clearer the message became.
"Life. Death. Rebirth."
Alastor stared at the digital display in front of him, his neural link projecting the symbols in crisp detail. He began decoding them, matching each symbol to its corresponding meaning in Egyptian mythology. The ankh—the symbol of life, the key to eternal existence.
The Ankh Symbol [https://prideontee.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/2-1.jpg]
The udjat, or the Eye of Horus—symbolizing protection, healing, but also the all-seeing power of the gods.
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And the scarab—the eternal cycle of rebirth, the sun rising each day only to fall again.
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The Assassination Pyramid had woven these symbols into their very essence, a hidden code passed down through generations of assassins. Each member of the Pyramid carried these symbols within them, marking their connection to the cycle of death and resurrection. They didn’t just kill—they manipulated the very forces of life, bending time and fate to their will.
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It all made sense now.
The Pyramid didn’t just exist in the shadows; it ruled them. Its members lived in the space between life and death, able to die and return, just as he had. They controlled the loop, orchestrating assassinations and revolutions, wars and dynasties, always staying hidden behind their veils of ancient power.
Alastor leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The loop he was trapped in wasn’t just a glitch in reality—it was by design. He was caught in the same cycle that had ruled the Pyramid for thousands of years, a cycle that only those with the knowledge of the hieroglyphs could hope to understand.
But the deeper he dove into the code, the more he realized that these symbols weren’t just words or commands—they were prophecies.
The ankh, udjat, and scarab were the foundation of the Pyramid's creed, but they also represented a future path. The Pyramid's members believed that death was not the end, but a beginning. Each death led to a greater understanding, a closer connection to the gods they revered—Osiris,
Osiris [https://prideontee.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/1.jpg]
Anubis,
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Ra—and ultimately, the key to controlling time itself.
Ra [https://prideontee.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/3.jpg]
His enemies weren’t just hunting him for power or money. They were testing him. Each death was a trial, a rite of passage that only a chosen few could survive. And now, he was beginning to see the patterns, the deeper structure beneath the chaos.
Alastor’s fingers twitched, his neural link buzzing as the hieroglyphs flickered once more. This time, the symbols seemed more urgent, pulsing with energy as if responding to his growing understanding. They rearranged themselves, shifting into new patterns, new configurations.
He watched, transfixed, as the symbols reformed before his eyes. They weren’t just random anymore. They were instructions, guiding him toward something—something deeper within the Pyramid’s design.
Suddenly, the symbols converged, and a new pattern emerged—something he hadn’t seen before. It was a path, a hidden map encoded in the hieroglyphs. His breath caught in his throat as the realization dawned on him. These symbols, this code, were pointing him toward something specific, something that only he could see.
He stood up abruptly, his chair sliding back as he paced across the room, staring at the holographic display.
A path.
The hieroglyphs weren’t just a language—they were a guide, showing him the way forward. Somewhere in the depths of the city, hidden beneath layers of secrecy, was a place tied to these symbols, a place where the Pyramid’s power was strongest. He didn’t know what he would find, but he knew he had to follow the path.
He closed his eyes, letting the symbols burn into his mind, their ancient power seeping into his consciousness. The Pyramid had been testing him, manipulating him, but now… now he had a weapon of his own.
The symbols shifted and realigned one final time, locking into place.
The path was clear.