His Lover. His God. by Darragha Foster

Author:Darragha Foster [Foster, Darragha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Victory Woman Press
Published: 2022-10-29T21:00:00+00:00

ADRIAN AWAKENED IN a cold sweat, buckled over in pain. He immediately looked at his phone. Only an hour had passed. “What the hell was that?” He stood and stretched. “How did I end up prone against an overturned chair?” He touched his ribcage. Pain shot through his solar plexus. He pulled back his T-shirt to find a horribly bruised torso. A great healed gash ran from side to belly. “Well, that’s new.” He traced his fingertips along the scar. It had not healed cleanly. The stitches used to close it had been large. Too large. I do not recall such a wound being struck. He stood and walked around his apartment. He flipped on the light and noticed another oddity. He wore a ring on his right index finger. An old ring. Brass. No. “This is gold.” He pulled it off to examine it more thoroughly. “This is a Hadrianic coin fashioned into a ring. This is the great seal of Caesar. I do not own such a treasure. I could never afford it. It is perfect. Mint. And it must be nineteen hundred years old.”

Adrian swooned and sunk into an overstuffed chair. He spoke into the empty room. “What just happened to me?” He took a deep breath and thought back on the vision imparted to him after melding with the spirit. The bruise. The scar. The ring. He glanced at his shorts. A semen stain and the overwhelming presence that he’d just had sex. “Well...that was certainly realistic. I dreamed of Hadrian and Antinous in situations not recorded in history, but easily presumed, and now have the marks and leavings of those events on my body.” He leaned forward to allow blood flow to his head. Something his mother had taught him. “This can’t be real. Did I hit my head? Am I still asleep?”

He pushed himself to his feet and then stretched. It was almost eight in the morning. Time to get up, anyway. All right, Antinous...today is your day. October 30th. He wanted to dress professionally because of the tours to the church. It was little more than a hole-in-the-wall shop—but its significance was very important to his tour. Especially today. This is the day you became a god.

Adrian donned white linen walking shorts, a blue shirt, and hat. He wore sneakers. He put a small vial of water and another of salt into his pocket. He reached for the handful of coins on his nightstand. Traditional offerings to the god when visiting the temple. He had included the information on offerings in the brochure. However, most of the souls visiting on October 30th were already adherents and knew the drill, though his morning tour had some bona fide tourists from the Midwest. His profit margin tripled this time of year. Today he would make two trips to the site of the drowning and ruins of Antinoöpolis. The first tour began at the church, then a stop at El-Minya, where the ruins of Antinoöpolis were located, then the pyramids.

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