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with graceful ease.
    The Prince Consort retreated behind the throne, gripped with fear.  “You cannot do this!” he screamed.  “This is my domain!”
    As the last of the snakes disintegrated beneath the power of the sword, the being strode across the swirling galaxies toward the pyramid.  As it got closer he could now see that it was humanoid in shape and glad in magnificent golden armour. 
    Its head was concealed by a ruby crusted helm crafted into the shape of a grinning shark, and the eyes of the shark head blazed with vengeful light. 
    The Prince Consort screamed to the Blood God to protect him, but the Great One did not answer.  He was alone and defenceless against this golden warrior.  The entity set foot upon the pyramid and cracks appeared in its smooth surface.  The whole edifice shuddered beneath the Prince Consort’s feet and he fell to his knees. 
    Alone and vulnerable, he sobbed in terror and stared up helplessly as the golden being now towered over him.  It paused and looked down at him and very slowly it pulled back its visor. 
    The Prince Consort gasped as he looked up into the scintillating blue eyes and cherubic face of an Earth woman, a woman who he’d seen somewhere before.
    “Please!” he moaned.  “Spare me!”
    The woman smiled pitilessly and raised her sword.  The Prince Consort screamed as she drove the blade straight through his heart.
     
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    Back on the material realm, the Prince Consort woke up still screaming.  He sat up in terror, drenched in sweat and his own piss, clutching at his chest and only calming down when he realised he wasn’t injured.  He was still alive and safe, and he had suddenly just remembered where he’d seen the golden armoured woman before.
     
     
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    Standing at the edge of the courtyard where the obscene slave auction had taken place that day, Vron stared morosely out at the night wrapped jungle.  It had been several hours since he had bought Maya and the intense encounter in his quarters, and his mind had been churning over and over the implications of his actions. 
    The feel of her soft skin still made his body tingle, and he had to fight the wild urge to go back to his quarters and take her for his own.  He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  The way she had reacted left that beyond a shadow of a doubt.  He had never encountered such wild passion since . . .
    He closed his eyes, fighting against the emotional pain.  He had not encountered such passion since Seema.  Seema, wonderful perfect Seema.  She had been his world and the only woman he had truly loved. 
    How could he feel like this for anyone else?   How could he feel like this for an Earth woman?  It just wasn’t possible.
    He opened his eyes and stared up morosely at the night sky, as if he would find answers from the heavens.  Shards of pitiless starlight glimmered in the ink black swathe and the icy pearl of the North Moon shone fat and full, as indifferent to his plight as the grim-faced Blood God.
    His gaze lingered on the white surface of the moon, its colour the match of Maya’s milk white thighs.  How he ached to touch her again, to run his hands along the curves of her voluptuous body and pressed his mouth against her sweet lips.
    He longed for her arms to wrap round him, to heal all the pain and torment he had been suffering.  He wanted to lose himself in her, and forget the endless hell that was his life.
    But it wasn’t meant to be, he realised.  She might have feelings for him and he certainly had feelings for her, but any kind of relationship would not survive on Raja-kell. 
    He could protect her from the amorous advances of the other Blood Sharks, that was true enough, but he could not defend her from the baleful, all-pervading power of the Blood God.  Over time, its eternal presence would grind her down and make her as hollow and bitter as it had made him. 
    Even worse, it could