[Hathor]

He did not see anything happened as he fell to the ground, his body giving in to a sleep that came like nothing he knew before.

Fog, that one word held so much to him right now, all he could see was the thick black fog that took away his sight. Was he falling, it felt like it endless falling down the dark spiral of pain and regret.

He was three people were coming, two humans that seemed like large stick men way to skinny in his view and no fur. They held daggers in there hand as they came to him, his parents were dead he knew that cold truth and he knew death was coming for him.

Someone stopped them, another man that was much larger them they were he said a pure white katta could sell for so much more if he was older and fur was larger so they kept him.

A daily ritual came about almost of him being pushed around and kicked more or less. How long passed he asked himself as he grew older until the night came the men came at him again this time the larger man was gone.

He did not know how or why but they died with there blood on his claw like hands, more men came towards him but something happened, Katta's saved him.

IT was a memory the earliest one he knew. Why did he remember it yet why now? The fog it felt so cold.

"We know what you want child....power, the power to become a god, to break everyone and everything that wants your life. They all should die yes we agree."

It was an eerie voice, dead sounding like an echo almost at the end of each word, it made the fur on his body stand on end.

"Who are you and what are you? What do you want with me?" Hathor asked almost scared now.

"We are you, we are your greatest wishes, lustful power. Do you want the power to do anything?"

"Yes I do but but how do I know you wont kill me."

"Simple child, just trust us this will give you something that few ever dream of, sleep now and when you wake you will be so much better."

Hathor could not say anything as he saw and felt that cold fog moved inside him, he hit the ground, felt lifeless as if he was not the same.

He awoke in a new room, his jade eyes staring at them, a flash of lustful hate before replaced with coldness. He felt more alive almost as he stared at them, his head a bit foggy but that felt normal almost as if it always was in a fog state of the sense.

"I feel alive..." His words were like silk so smooth yet had a bite at the end almost. He felt power at the edge of his mind yet he could not touch it in a sense, he wanted it wanted more of it.