Khonsu by Romilly King

Khonsu the traveller, Khonsu the healer, Khonsu the sweet god betrayed and abused, enduring in agony down through the centuries, waiting to be free.
Tortured, diminished, encased in stone I rage, and suffer, and rage again.
Through the sand and mud above my head I hear the muffled cries of my people fading away. The chisels fall silent on Trajan’s Kiosk when a roman pretends to be pharaoh. The prayers no longer come. Egypt is no more. I would mourn for my sweet Nile child but my heart is a shrivelled thing now, bitter in its bonds, persisting in pain.
I sink into fantasies of revenge, and remembered pleasure, and revenge again.
I hear him, betrayer, apostate, as he scratches through life after life, unfulfilled and needy. Trying and failing to make things right. We will meet again, immortality makes that inevitable, and then he will help me home. Back to the Nile, to the red sands and the black mud, the inundation and the reed beds, to the temple floored in silver, and the ceiling of painted stars. That dream keeps me almost sane.
When this prison shatters around me, I will use him, and abuse him, and use him again.
I will bind him to me with all the deviant acts he secretly desires. His soul cries out its need to atone, and with his guilt I will engineer my way back, to where the praises are singing and the sunlight will burn the degradation away. I will make it as though this never happened, it will all be just another blue lotus dream in the mind of a god.
Khonsu is a time twisting paranormal suspense with themes of revenge and guilt, and how to exquisitely hurt the ones we love, if they need it.