Artkingworld

Mike Arshur, a brilliant but emotionally distant Egyptologist, takes his son Adam on a long-overdue vacation in a remote desert resort. Haunted by the failure of his marriage and a strained relationship with his son, Mike sees the trip as a chance to reconnect. But their peaceful retreat turns into a nightmare when ancient beings rise from beneath the earth—the true Pharaohs, immortal gods who have lived for millions of years in a secret world beneath the surface.

Every 5,000 years, these subterranean gods emerge to harvest the souls of firstborn sons—rituals that fuel their power and reset human civilization. When Adam is marked for sacrifice, Mike must confront the very myths he’s studied his entire life. In a desperate attempt to save his child, he unlocks a hidden power tied to a cursed ritual, one that could either destroy him—or turn him into the Pharaohs' worst nightmare.

Blending ancient magic with advanced lost technology, The Father and the Pharaohs' Gods is a haunting journey through forgotten legends, inner demons, and a father’s ultimate sacrifice. As the line between science and sorcery blurs, Mike must face not only the gods of old—but the guilt and love that live deep within his own hollow heart.

The father and the pharaos Gods, Mike Arshur curse

(Location: Geneva – Emergency Military Council, Unified Earth Alliance HQ)

Their hands shook — not from fear of attack… but from fear of what he was.

Ashur-Nehum stood at the end of the room, motionless, black robes dusted with Hollow ash. His glowing chest tattoo — the scar of the Scarab — was pulsing faintly beneath his collarbone. But he made no threats.

General Vasilev of Russia whispered, "Why is it here?"

The Egyptian Minister of Defense replied through clenched teeth:

"He came alone. Through fire. Through collapse. Through air we couldn't breathe."

President Long of the U.S. leaned forward. "Let him speak."

Ashur stepped into the center of the chamber. The lights dimmed, as if his presence rewrote the space itself.

He spoke slowly, his voice not booming… but carving.

They fear only that which is older than belief."

"And what's older than belief?" someone muttered.

Murmurs. Laughter from some corners. Skepticism.

He raised his hand. A hologram of battlefield footage flickered.

One soldier, untouched. The camera showed his K9 partner — barking, trembling…

"Your machines fail. Your metal crumbles. Your codes break.

"Are you saying dogs are weapons?"

They are reminders. Of the soul's freedom. Of loyalty beyond control."

"The Scarab's design cannot read them. Cannot predict them.

It recoils from what it cannot absorb."

Then President Long leaned forward.

Ashur paused. Looked at the table of flags.

Pair one dog with every living soldier.

In secret. Not command. Not press. Just… presence."

Ashur closed his eyes. "Then I have done my part."

You just gave us a war strategy and now you vanish? That's retreat!"

Toward the last loyal army buried in the bones of time.

Chapter 24 – The Priest of the Living Memory