**Fuck this.** The tanned man in leather pants and no shirt thinks as he walks through the halls of the Temple. He quietly passes another individual who greets him. **Who the fuck is Ha'Zeem? Wait that's me...play along in this fucking game just a few more days** He gives his regards in Egyptian then quickly moves onto the heart of the temple to get to his silent and private room.
Moving through the great archway and viewing the sand filled room with the alters in it, rage raises to the surface but is pushed back quickly. He bows his head before the Set status and voicelessly spits out a prayer for those watching him. **Fuck you Set, you uppity bitch. I can't wait to meet you and ass fuck you with a pile of this sand from your own temple** He falls to his knees and scoops up a handful. Kissing it first then putting it in his pocket **Yes this fucking sand right here you bitch**
The head priest smiles and moves over to Ha'Zeem. **Oh fucking fuck-tard don't talk to me** He greets Ha'Zeem **Well fuck he talked to me...play nice** After a quick conversation about the glories of Set the head priest moves on but insists on a second prayer. Ha'Zeem falls back to the ground and scoops up another handful...kisses it and stuffs it in his other pocket **Fuck you priest, this is for your ass fucking later**
He quickly moves to his private sanctum with the tomes and this time remembers he can do so invisibly. Upon reaching them he gets in there and mutters something to the mirror and steps through to the safety of his own Haven. **I fucking hate that place. Fucking hate the people. Fucking hate the heat that they jack it up to. Just Fucking hate it** He then smiles as he goes to a pair of boxes resting on the table. He quickly opens the two vibrators and removes the batteries. Then another bigger smile appears as he takes that sand out of each pocket and places a handful in each. He then reseals it. **At least I love the fucking sand and so will the priest and Set.**
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