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Introducing yet another more unique addition to my hall of OCs we have Eshmet the litch queen! Made as always by the wonderful justatinyguy on twitter linked here https://x.com/justatinyguy98
Now Eshmet here is a tad odd. As she is primarily attached to a passion project I would like to write someday but haven't yet. And any art featuring her would either be non canon or after said passion project that I'm not even sure I'll ever be able to make. But regardless, I hope you enjoy my first properly evil OC
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It was a beautiful day along the Nile river as Eshmet prepared her ritual for the palace. She was currently employed as a sorceress for the king and Queen, her talents being highly sought after by royalty the world over as she was taught some things by the sphinx themself after proving herself worthy. Today she was preparing an annual ritual to bring peace and prosperity to the land with the blessing of the gods, though they had not been so merciful this year with a famine striking the lands. But unbeknownst to her, her ritual would have to be postponed.
She had just finished preparing her reagents as she walked towards the throneroom. Spotting the prince in the hallway and blushing a deep red, having a crush on him after serving for so many years. Right before she was about to enter the chambers however she was pushed aside by a scribe with an urgent message, knocked to the floor without a care as she picked herself and her reagents back up, being ignored by the people around her as everyone listened to the messenger.
“to the king and Queen of Egypt, despite numerous attempts to remain peaceful in these trying times you still have not honored our agreements of trade. In light of this blatant disregard for our interests, this shall be our formal declaration of war. Our soldiers are prepared to take by force the resources we've been denied.”
He said, trembling with each and every word as he prayed he would not be killed for delivering such dire news. War, on a country that had already been suffering immensely. It was a sentiment that shocked the palace to its very core. And she found herself pushed to the ground once more as everyone ran through the halls to prepare for a long war…
Six months later
The war was not going well, the Romans had conquered major strategic points along the Nile, and already scarce resources were becoming impossible to attain, on top of the queen being captured with no knowledge of where she was being kept. In a last ditch effort the prince had called Eshmet to his chambers alone, behind his father's back to suggest a proposal, with Eshmet famished enough to see bone as she sat there. She wasn't important enough to be fed above the soldiers. And even if she was, many had taken to blaming her shoddy witchcraft for this famine and this war. With many moons having passed with her tears to keep her company at night. But the prince had a plan to save both the kingdom and herself. What he suggested was simple but horrifying. Surrendering a piece of her soul to attain dark powers of necromancy, a power that would guarantee their victory in this war, and as the prince assured her, would guarantee her a spot by his side when it was time for him to ascend to the throne… how could she possibly refuse? She took a deep breath as she recited the incantation. The end of her life as a human.
Three months later
They were finally winning the war, the armies of the dead not needing food or water, and able to turn the fallen Romans into unwilling allies. The whole business hurt what little bit of sympathy Eshmet still had as she watched the field of corpses drive the Romans back. The king had passed away from a strange illness mere days before, and it was drawing time for them to announce the prince's succession to the throne. In the midst of all this she was told to meet with the prince once more, the day before his succession. Her cold heart felt as though it pumped once more. This was it. Her prince, the love of her life was going to keep his promise, she would be a married woman come the dawn. And even a queen. For the first time since accepting this curse she felt true happiness as she walked to the princes Chambers once more. Her excitement putting her on cloud nine.
As she entered the room of the soon to be king she found herself surprised as he told her to lock the door. Could it be that she made him feel shy? Embarrassed? She would blush if she still had a beating heart to blush with. It was then she was told that she could hug him. A sign of their betrothal. She couldn't even hesitate as she approached, wrapping her arms around him softly… before feeling the cold steel plunge into her back, paralyzed in both shock and pain as she fell to the floor. She tried to call out, to ask her prince what was going on. But she couldn't utter a word before she was stabbed again, and again, and again. A bloodless pain due to her curse, but an agonizing pain nonetheless.
“I shall not be wed to a rotting corpse. You served your purpose well, be grateful you could be the one to help me ascend to the most powerful ruler in our great history. But I'm afraid I can't have you speak of this to anyone… now I know your curse prevents you from death. But don't worry, I've already prepared something just for you~”
He said coldly, his words almost as poisonous as the brew he had given his father the week prior. But nowhere near as painful as what came next. Her vision failed her as she felt herself picked up and dragged away towards an unmarked tomb a mile from the city. A side project the prince had built for just such an occasion. By the time she woke up she was magically sealed, buried in a filthy crypt with nothing but her thoughts for company. Denied even the opportunity to see her betrayers face one last time as she heard the sound of a camel running off outside. And that is where she remained for the next 5000 years… Hate. That was the only word to describe it. She had sacrificed everything and in return she was punished with a fate worse than death. With each passing century her hatred grew stronger. First it was the prince, then came the hatred of the servants who pushed her around and treated her like nothing. Then came the hatred for the people, who foolishly accused her of that plague. It eventually grew into a hatred for all human life. A cowardly species with nothing to provide this world except death…
But all things will one day end as she heard strange sounds coming from outside her tomb. The sounds of digging. And voices, claiming to have found a mysterious burial site… the filth of humanity here once more… but at the very least, they would make excellent soldiers. She waited for them to unseal her tomb. Waited for them to walk towards their own deaths so that they may serve her until either their bones crumbled to dust, or until she had finally wrought her vengeance upon the human world. And all the filth that resided within.
Now Eshmet here is a tad odd. As she is primarily attached to a passion project I would like to write someday but haven't yet. And any art featuring her would either be non canon or after said passion project that I'm not even sure I'll ever be able to make. But regardless, I hope you enjoy my first properly evil OC
~~~
It was a beautiful day along the Nile river as Eshmet prepared her ritual for the palace. She was currently employed as a sorceress for the king and Queen, her talents being highly sought after by royalty the world over as she was taught some things by the sphinx themself after proving herself worthy. Today she was preparing an annual ritual to bring peace and prosperity to the land with the blessing of the gods, though they had not been so merciful this year with a famine striking the lands. But unbeknownst to her, her ritual would have to be postponed.
She had just finished preparing her reagents as she walked towards the throneroom. Spotting the prince in the hallway and blushing a deep red, having a crush on him after serving for so many years. Right before she was about to enter the chambers however she was pushed aside by a scribe with an urgent message, knocked to the floor without a care as she picked herself and her reagents back up, being ignored by the people around her as everyone listened to the messenger.
“to the king and Queen of Egypt, despite numerous attempts to remain peaceful in these trying times you still have not honored our agreements of trade. In light of this blatant disregard for our interests, this shall be our formal declaration of war. Our soldiers are prepared to take by force the resources we've been denied.”
He said, trembling with each and every word as he prayed he would not be killed for delivering such dire news. War, on a country that had already been suffering immensely. It was a sentiment that shocked the palace to its very core. And she found herself pushed to the ground once more as everyone ran through the halls to prepare for a long war…
Six months later
The war was not going well, the Romans had conquered major strategic points along the Nile, and already scarce resources were becoming impossible to attain, on top of the queen being captured with no knowledge of where she was being kept. In a last ditch effort the prince had called Eshmet to his chambers alone, behind his father's back to suggest a proposal, with Eshmet famished enough to see bone as she sat there. She wasn't important enough to be fed above the soldiers. And even if she was, many had taken to blaming her shoddy witchcraft for this famine and this war. With many moons having passed with her tears to keep her company at night. But the prince had a plan to save both the kingdom and herself. What he suggested was simple but horrifying. Surrendering a piece of her soul to attain dark powers of necromancy, a power that would guarantee their victory in this war, and as the prince assured her, would guarantee her a spot by his side when it was time for him to ascend to the throne… how could she possibly refuse? She took a deep breath as she recited the incantation. The end of her life as a human.
Three months later
They were finally winning the war, the armies of the dead not needing food or water, and able to turn the fallen Romans into unwilling allies. The whole business hurt what little bit of sympathy Eshmet still had as she watched the field of corpses drive the Romans back. The king had passed away from a strange illness mere days before, and it was drawing time for them to announce the prince's succession to the throne. In the midst of all this she was told to meet with the prince once more, the day before his succession. Her cold heart felt as though it pumped once more. This was it. Her prince, the love of her life was going to keep his promise, she would be a married woman come the dawn. And even a queen. For the first time since accepting this curse she felt true happiness as she walked to the princes Chambers once more. Her excitement putting her on cloud nine.
As she entered the room of the soon to be king she found herself surprised as he told her to lock the door. Could it be that she made him feel shy? Embarrassed? She would blush if she still had a beating heart to blush with. It was then she was told that she could hug him. A sign of their betrothal. She couldn't even hesitate as she approached, wrapping her arms around him softly… before feeling the cold steel plunge into her back, paralyzed in both shock and pain as she fell to the floor. She tried to call out, to ask her prince what was going on. But she couldn't utter a word before she was stabbed again, and again, and again. A bloodless pain due to her curse, but an agonizing pain nonetheless.
“I shall not be wed to a rotting corpse. You served your purpose well, be grateful you could be the one to help me ascend to the most powerful ruler in our great history. But I'm afraid I can't have you speak of this to anyone… now I know your curse prevents you from death. But don't worry, I've already prepared something just for you~”
He said coldly, his words almost as poisonous as the brew he had given his father the week prior. But nowhere near as painful as what came next. Her vision failed her as she felt herself picked up and dragged away towards an unmarked tomb a mile from the city. A side project the prince had built for just such an occasion. By the time she woke up she was magically sealed, buried in a filthy crypt with nothing but her thoughts for company. Denied even the opportunity to see her betrayers face one last time as she heard the sound of a camel running off outside. And that is where she remained for the next 5000 years… Hate. That was the only word to describe it. She had sacrificed everything and in return she was punished with a fate worse than death. With each passing century her hatred grew stronger. First it was the prince, then came the hatred of the servants who pushed her around and treated her like nothing. Then came the hatred for the people, who foolishly accused her of that plague. It eventually grew into a hatred for all human life. A cowardly species with nothing to provide this world except death…
But all things will one day end as she heard strange sounds coming from outside her tomb. The sounds of digging. And voices, claiming to have found a mysterious burial site… the filth of humanity here once more… but at the very least, they would make excellent soldiers. She waited for them to unseal her tomb. Waited for them to walk towards their own deaths so that they may serve her until either their bones crumbled to dust, or until she had finally wrought her vengeance upon the human world. And all the filth that resided within.
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