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daphnefisherofficial · 6 months

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER NINETEEN - CHOICES AND COMMITMENTS.

As you and Marc Spector both stepped through the shimmering gateway, the London streets and the cacophony of the city faded into a distant memory. The swirling vortex of energy enveloped you both, rendering you weightless for a brief moment as the portal carried you back to your home.

The splendor of your chateau residence in the outskirts of Surrey immediately greeted your vision. The pair of you stood by its threshold as the warm embrace of history and enchantment it possesses unfolded before your very eyes. The ancient stone structure exuded an aura of timeless elegance, and its turrets reached for the sky as if trying to touch the stars. The grand edifice, cloaked in ivy and memories, had seen generations of your late husband’s predecessors, and it was an honor for you to call it home.

Marc, Steven, and Jake collectively marveled in awe at the beauty of your abode, its grandeur never failing to take their collective breaths away.

“Wow, this is mental”, Steven, with his keen sense of appreciation for history and aesthetics, spoke first in their shared headspace. "This place is huge, just like stepping into Shakespeare."

“Why am I not surprised that she’s filthy rich?” Jake chimed in, his tone deeply impressed which prompted a small chuckle from Marc.

“I’m assuming Steven and Jake are having a party in your head right now, yeah?” you laughed softly, your hands reaching into Marc’s left arm for you to hold on to as he inclined his head towards you with a knowing smile.

“They’re just amazed at seeing where you live for the first time”, Marc spoke, an unspoken question lingering in his mind. “Can you still hear the two of them like I do?”

“Nope, I’m just guessing it must be something they said from the way you laughed earlier”, you shook your head at his line of thought. “Although I have the means, I will not read your mind nor hear your thoughts unless I have your consent”

Marc nodded gratefully at your words, his trust and confidence magnified by the fact that you chose to respect his privacy and his desire to reveal parts of himself to you at the timeline of his choosing.

The morning sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, making the lush outdoor garden appear even more enchanting and vibrant with the colors of a thousand blossoms as the sound of birds and the delicate rustle of leaves fill the air. The greenery was being meticulously tended to by your dedicated household staff, dressed in elegant uniforms reflective of your social stature. As you strolled towards the main entrance, they acknowledged your presence with respectful nods and polite curtsies.

At the threshold of your magnificent home, you were immediately greeted by your butler, Bill, who had been anxiously awaiting your return. He was a tall, distinguished man, his silver hair impeccably groomed and his demeanor exuding authority and a deep sense of loyalty. The deep lines etched into his face gave him an air of wisdom and elegance, and spoke of the years he had dedicated to serving you and your late husband’s predecessors.

"Welcome back, Lady Carter," Bill extended a respectful bow with a warm smile, his voice tinged with genuine worry as he looked between you and your familiar companion. “Mr. Spector”

“Good morning, Bill”, you greeted, while Marc Spector merely nodded to acknowledge your butler’s presence. “Apologies for the late notice, but as you see, I have a guest with me”

“It’s alright, Milady”, Bill responded, his voice warm and familiar as his eyes, sharp as ever, meet yours with concern. “But I must say, I was quite worried when you didn't return home last night. Is everything alright?"

“I’m unharmed, Bill, do not worry”, you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I should have sent word, but I did have a rather eventful night."

“Eventful night, you say, Miss?” Bill raised an eyebrow, his concern deepening.

“It’s a long story and I’m afraid I do not have the luxury of time to tell you right now”, you sighed, realizing that a simple explanation wouldn't suffice as Bill deserved to know the truth. "But suffice it to say that there has been an attempt on my life."

“An attempt on your life?” Bill's expression darkened with worry. "Whoever attacked you knew you well, doing it during the new moon. Should I start looking into it, Miss?"

“Don’t bother for now”, you placed a hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "But I need you to do something else. Give Aleah a call and tell her that I need her here in the next few hours. We have much to discuss"

“Of course, Lady Carter”, Bill nodded, his concern for your well-being taking precedence. "I will do so and make the arrangements right away"

Turning your attention to Marc Spector, who stood beside you, you said, "Let’s go. My sanctum is up on the third floor."

Marc nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and determination. "Lead the way, Mira."

You led Marc up the grand staircase that wound its way to the upper floors. As you ascended gracefully to the third floor, the air grew heavy with the weight of history and mystique. Steven and Jake marveled from Marc’s headspace at the array of oil paintings adorning the walls. Each piece seemed to hold a story evoked by masterful strokes of paint color.

“Bloody hell, there’s a lot of amazing paintings in here”, Steven sighed in amazement within Marc’s mind. “Monet, Van Gogh…”

“Yeah, imagine how much we could sell these–”

“Seriously, Jake?” Marc muttered as he followed after your climbing footsteps. “Why am I not surprised you’re thinking again of filling your pockets?”

“I mean, he’s right”, you chimed in, hearing Marc’s whispered words. “People would actually kill to buy the real Monet, there’s a huge demand just in the black markets of Madripoor alone. Also, we’re here”

You led Marc inside your personal sanctum, which was a solitary attic room occupying the entirety of the third floor. You noticed the way his eyes roved, taking in the opulence and rich history as you housed a massive collection of artifacts and relics, a living culmination of your long life as a priestess. The room itself seemed to expand in every direction, with shelves of scrolls, tablets, and magical tomes lining the walls. Talismans, amulets, and a vast collection of weapons, both ancient and otherworldly, adorned the nearby wooden table together with herbs, roots, crystals, and other magical ingredients.

You could only imagine Steven and Jake’s reactions at seeing the countless memorabilia, and the potential untold stories of the treasure trove before them from various points of your history. The trio exchanged another glance from the nearby reflective surface of a large ornate mirror, all of them struck by the gravity of the place.

“Oh my days, this room is a living history book”, Steven's voice resonated within their shared headspace, his words tinged with awe. "I wanna pinch myself, this doesn’t feel real."

“This is certainly not what I pictured in my head for a sanctum, hermano”, Jake remarked, his arms folded as he watched you move gracefully around the room.

“What exactly did you picture, Jake?” Steven’s eyebrows raised, looking inquisitively at Jake.

“Skulls, brooms, pentagrams…”

Marc slowly shook his head at Jake’s words, his eyes focused on watching you as your clothing changed before his very eyes, the familiar threads of your ancient ceremonial robes as a babaylan (priestess) enveloping your body. It only added to your ethereal presence as you moved with an air of confidence and purpose.

Your long, highlighted hair of ebony black and white cascaded down your back, as you walked towards the intricately carved stone pedestal at the very center of the room. Resting upon it is an ancient grimoire bound in leather, its pages filled with your meticulous notes and incantations.

You knew that this book held the answers you sought as you slowly approached, your fingers lightly brushing the pages. You started searching for a spell in particular, one that is powerful enough that could counter and lift your patron goddess’s mintala (ancient curse) and restore your lost memories.

“Bloody hell”, you heard Steven’s voice at your side, mildly surprised that he fronted as you noticed the deep fascination in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see an actual, real grimoire. This is amazing, Mira”

“I’ll take it as a compliment”, you smiled serenely at Steven’s commentary. “I see you’re taking the reins this time, Steven”

“Sorry for the sudden shift”, Steven muttered sheepishly, his eyes apologetic as you saw him looking at the large ornate mirror situated behind you. “Sorry, mate, it’s not everyday I get to see this– oh bollocks! Something just moved past my foot!”

You immediately turned to Steven’s direction, looking beneath at an instant to see what was going on. Your mild alarm immediately turned into pure relief as you saw a familiar creature crawling in the vicinity of your wooden floor. You knelt on the floor, your hand outstretched and your palm open as a silver and gold scaled serpent slowly slithered towards your waiting arm.

“I believe that’s Marikit wanting to say hi”, you said softly as introductions are in order despite Steven’s obvious apprehension. He hesitantly met the small, black eyes of your kambal-ahas (snake twin), seemingly scrutinizing his presence with its gaze. “Nais mo ba siyang makilala, Marikit?”

Would you like me to introduce him, Marikit?

“Isa siyang pambihirang nilalang, aking umbo”, the snake twin’s feminine voice echoed in Steven’s mind, also clearly heard by his headmates, Marc and Jake. “Tatlong katauhan ang nananahan sa kanyang katawang lupa”

He’s a very unique individual, my sister. Three different people are living inside his body.

“What did she say, Mira?” Steven’s eyes widened from hearing another unfamiliar feminine voice inside his head.

“Marikit just found out about your unique circumstance with Marc and Jake”, you responded, placing your hand on the stone pedestal as your snake twin started slithering away to her original resting place.

“Ikinagagalak kong makilala kayo, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley”, Marikit greeted politely in their shared headspace. “Ako si Marikit, ang kambal-ahas ng aking umbong si Mira”

I am very pleased to meet you, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley. I’m Marikit, the snake twin of my older sister, Mira.

“Nice to meet you too, I guess, Marikit?” Steven wondered aloud, prompting an excited gleam to dance in your eyes. His mental brothers, on the other hand, silently acknowledged your unique twin with identical nods.

As you continued flipping through the pages of your grimoire, Marc and Jake’s eyes were fixed on you from the mirror reflection. You could feel their gaze on you, a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Steven, can you ask Marc and Jake if they wish to talk to me?” you spoke aloud. “I can enchant that mirror behind me so that they can speak freely to me without fronting”

After a brief look Steven threw at the said mirror, he turned to you again with a small smile and nodded in agreement with your suggestion. You simply waved your hand at the ornate mirror behind you, your magical enchantment now working as Marc and Jake’s respective reflections materialized together.

“Anything we can do to help you, muñeca?” Jake asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he watched you resuming your earlier magical activities.

“Your presence, along with Marc’s and Steven’s, are more than enough for me”, you replied, your facade painted with an expression of pure gratitude. “I cannot even begin to thank you all for what you did.”

“You don’t need to thank us, Mira”, Marc reassured. “We’re all here to protect you the best way we knew how”

“I just wish it had been under better circumstances”, you took a deep breath, arriving at a special page of your grimoire where you found the intricate spells you needed. “Are you really sure about becoming Khonshu’s avatars again? I can just wait until the next full moon–”

“Look at me, love”, it was Steven who spoke this time, stepping closer towards you as he held your face reassuringly against his palm, his gaze filled with a sense of unwavering commitment. “If presented with the same choice, I’ll gladly do it all over again, as I’m sure Marc and Jake would.”

“But, Steven…”

“But nothing, love”, Steven didn’t give you a chance to protest as he pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft kiss calming your chaotic mind and heart. “We’re all here for you, no matter what happens. Whatever you discover about your past, the four of us - Marc, Jake and I, we’ll face it together.

You nodded slowly as his forehead connected with your own, allowing you to reminisce the day it first happened with incandescent happiness. After taking a deep, collective breath, you broke apart as your resolve was renewed, thanks to their encouragement.

“Shall we begin, then?” you whispered softly, taking Steven’s hands into your own as you prepared to rediscover your shared past with him, Marc and Jake.

“We shall”

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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nightmaresart · 5 months

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"The eye of Horus watches over you,"

Ammon Fouad, a young man with a big and bright heart, a childhood friend of Ninlil and someone who became the avatar of Horus. He specialises in the healing arts to keep his friends and family healthy, but don't let that soft demeanor fool you! He is perfectly capable of fighting and defending himself should the situation call for it!

He's been sticking by Ninlil's side whenever she goes on missions to ensure she doesn't end up dying.

I took way too long to introduce him but the inspiration has been lacking😭 I will develop him further alongside Ninlil when inspiration hits me once again in the next blue moon♡

Reblogs are appreciated ♡♡

#moon knight oc #moon knight #marvel #marvel oc #mcu moon knight #egyptian aesthetic #oc aesthetic #oc intro #ammon fouad

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piptoost · 3 months

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Soooo here’s another dump!! It’s got a variety of things such as: my sad attempt at drawing Marc n Steven; my Moon Knight OC (again 😌✨) my artist-sona thingy; RANBOO???; and some Resident Evil 4 referencesssssss (I got it for Christmas and I am OBSESSED ‼️‼️‼️)

and then for context for the first and then the second pictures, I rlly liked how she turned out before I started drawing all the little details n stuff so I decided to take a picture in case I ruined it w said details lmao.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #doodle dump #doodles #pip’s doodles 🤩#moon knight oc #self insert #shameless self-insert #also posted on tiktok #also posted on instagram #ranboo #resident evil 4 references 😌

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lyrakarma · 5 months

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Relationship fun facts: ❤️Jake X Lyra💛

1. Lyra met Jake when she accidentally missed her bus going home when it was pouring down rain. Having cat like tendencies, Lyra hates being caught in downpours. He was the only one willing to take her to her home city (she worked in one city but lived in another at the time) and she paid him handsomely for it. Also brought him extra towels for getting the backseat of his taxi wet.

2. Hated the silence so kinda talked his ear off that first ride. He tried to keep up looking grumpy and a hard ass but it was HARD. She was cute, funny, outgoing...basically everything Jake Lockley wasn't. But oddly he kinda liked it. And then he spotted the cheetah in his backseat and knew he was a goner (thinking "Dios mio, she's like me" o.o)

3. After about the third or fourth ride, they kept looking for each other. Neither will admit this to one another but they'd tell anyone who asked, thinking nothing of it. It was just business...right?

4. Khonshu was NOT happy about learning that Jake was essentially doing favors for his ex's avatar. Mafdet was at first not happy about seeing her ex's avatar in the driver's seat, but she thought it was amusing (and she's petty as hell at the thought of her bitter ex driving her around) so encouraged the relationship...just to piss Khonshu off. Smart? Perhaps not. But it made her feel GREAT!

5. Jake was the one who asked Lyra out (note: the pigeon was NOT happy about this, and Mafdet was smug as hell) and their first date was at a sushi place. It was something they both enjoyed, and again Lyra led most of the conversation.

6. Neither of them knew of each others hero identities but worked together on a couple missions. She only ever met Marc and Steven as Moon Knight and had no idea that Jake was a part of their system.

7. Jake and Lyra made themselves official after their fourth date, which involved Jake breaking them into a still closed ice skating rink for a quiet and romantic evening on the ice lit by Christmas lights (he got inspiration for it from her favorite Christmas move, Last Christmas).

8. Jake told her about his condition shortly after that, and he was afraid Lyra would freak out or end things. Life with him wasn't going to be easy, and he wanted to give her a chance to bow out if she wanted to with no hard feelings. But Lyra admitted she loved him, all of him, and wanted this to work. She understood why he was the way he was, as she came from a similar background.

9. Lyra took actually meeting his alters very well. She knew them as Moon Knight and Mr. Knight, but getting to know them as people was interesting, as it was for the boys learning about her outside of the Lady Karma persona. Telling Layla was a whole other story, and at first she didn't take it well, but Lyra refused to let them give up their marriage for her and Jake. Of course Jake was hesitant but ultimately agreed with Lyra's reasoning. As selfish as he wanted to be, he couldn't do that to Marc.

10. Fights between them are rare but are kinda comedic. They go back and fourth between Spanish, English, and German. One of them will say something wrong or mess up the grammar in their other tongue and they'll stop the argument to correct them (gently of course, no matter how serious the argument is, learning a new language is hard peeps), which actually normally stops any disputes. It's actually amusing for the others to watch.

11. They have a lot of nicknames and titles for one another. Lyra calls Jake Mein Falke (my falcon, as Khonshu was depicted as a falcon in mythology), my knight (sometimes calls him Mein Ritter), or simply love or Liebe. Jake will call her by names in his tongue too, such as: mi gueparda (my cheetah), gatita (kitten, if he's feeling...extra affectionate), mi Reina (my queen), or, like her, simply love or mi amor. They get really extra about it

12. They did have a very small wedding ceremony. Nothing legally binding, but Lyra wanted a traditional Egyptian wedding. Steven and Layla actually worked together to plan it, as they knew more about ancient Egyptian customs than Lyra and Jake did. While it wasn't legally binding, since it was done in traditional Egyptian custom, in the eyes of the gods Lyra and Jake are married. Tawaret, who was super happy about this, was there to witness it and make it official. Again, Khonshu was not happy and wanted to object, but the other gods basically told him to shut the hell up and let his avatar have this ONE thing to make him happy. He sulked the entire ceremony and reception afterwards....

#moon knight #jake lockley #Lyra Shelby #marvel oc #oc canon #jake lockley × oc #i think I'll call their ship...KarmaKnight #steven grant #marc spector #layla el faouly #marvel oc headcanons #moon knight oc

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

Conversation

Jake, about Penny and Layla: They told me they loved me. Who does that? Don't you see? They're trying to get me to trust them so they can let me down.

Khonshu: Crazy idea: you could just say "I love you" back.

Jake: Yeah, but then if it doesn't work out, I'll have to kill them, go to jail, break out, and kill you for giving me that advice.

Khonshu: I love how our friendship is based predominantly on threats.

#penny morris #jake lockley x oc #jake lockley x layla el faouly #layla el faouly x oc #jake lockley x reader #layla el faouly x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight x oc #moon knight oc #moon knight #marvel oc #mcu oc #my oc stuff #oc incorrect quotes

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theeclipseknight · 19 days

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The Solar Eclipse is today and I FEEL like I should be doing more to prepare as a Mage of Ra and Khonsu, but honestly I think I’m just gonna enjoy the good vibes!

A lot of people are afraid, but I’m not, and Neither are Marc, Steven, or Jake.

We’ll be here if anything goes south, it’s our job!

- Solar ☀️

#moon knight #moon knight oc #the solar eclipse #eden astra #the eclipse knight

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shegetsburned · 9 months

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❝ those of us who connect and walk with the ancients and are drawn to the days of old; we feel the stars and moon deep within our bones. ❞

— 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜 “𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥” 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥

Death Knell belongs to the lovely @scentedcandleibex

#he’s so hottttt #oml #here you gooo #i Hope you like it #surely the sun guardian has a crush on this guy #my moodboards #dark aesthetic #anubis moodboard #moon knight oc #moon knight aesthetic #anubis aesthetic #egyptian gods aesthetic #gold aesthetic #black and gold aesthetic #blue aesthetic #gothic aesthetic

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sketchyallstar · 6 months

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Watching Jacksepticeye play the new Spider-Man game weirdly got me inspired to draw my Moon Knight OC, Night Hound.

#marvel #oc #my oc #my art #art #superhero oc #superhero #doodles #marvel OC #moon knight oc #Hecate #werewolf by night

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emichevy · 1 month

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Finally made proper (sorta) refs for my version of Moonknight in my Spider sona’s universe!! YAYYYYY (everyone cheers)

God she’s sheg shgehsh she’s hsheh shes she she she heshhe

Lady

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mikazureart · 7 months

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Seth (OC)

#my brand new oc for a moon knight rp that i'll prolly never draw again despite him being so fucking hot lmaooo #my art #mika draws #digital art #original art #moon knight oc #marvel oc #seth

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daphnefisherofficial · 6 months

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - SHARED BURDENS AND UNEXPECTED ALLIANCES.

The air around you feels charged, crackling with a palpable tension, thick and electric as though the cosmos itself is waiting for answers. The revelation Jake Lockley had just shared was a storm, and you were at its center. As the weight of it bore down upon you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions. Anticipation gnawed at the edges of your consciousness like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Your own memories had always been a mystery, a fragmented tapestry of experiences and secrets, but this new twist in the narrative had the power to change everything. You needed answers, and there was only one entity capable of providing them.

"I wish to speak to Khonshu," you said, your voice trembling with a strange mix of trepidation and determination as you spoke directly to Jake. "Summon your god. I need to hear the truth from him, to explain all of this to me."

His face is etched with anticipation, knowing that you've just asked him to summon his patron god, Khonshu, to enlighten you about a revelation that has shaken the foundation of your reality. The revelation that he knew you long before you, Marc Spector, and Steven Grant ever crossed paths. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, a chaotic rhythm that matches the turmoil inside your mind.

“As you wish, preciosa”, Jake nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours as he understood the gravity of the situation. He closed his eyes and began to invoke his patron god’s name in a low, rhythmic voice. You could feel a slow shift in the atmosphere as the world seemed to sigh. And then, in a moment of pure mysticism, the air around you seems to ripple as a figure begins to materialize at your side, responding to the call of his avatar.

Khonshu, the ancient Egyptian god of the moon, was a sight to behold as he stood before you in all his divine splendor. He was imposing, a towering presence in his celestial form as he filled the vicinity with otherworldly radiance. The silvery light of the moon bathed his ancient robes in an ethereal glow, cloaking his spectral figure as his hollow eyes shone with intensity and celestial wisdom beneath the chiseled features of his bird skull.

"Mira, daughter of the moon" he said in a voice that resonated with power and ancient knowledge. "You seek my presence?"

“Yes indeed, Khonshu”, you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from the god's luminous form as his aura possessed tranquil power that put you at ease. “I wish to speak with you, as I have questions that only you have the answer to”

“Then state your purpose, child”, Khonshu nodded slowly as his former and present avatars, Marc, Steven and Jake, watched the awaited conversation unfold between the two of you. “What questions do you seek answers to?”

"Is it true what Jake said?” you whispered, reverence mingled with fear in your voice. “Did he know me before we ever met? Before I ever met Marc and Steven?"

Khonshu's gaze shifted between you, Jake, Marc and Steven, his eyes a swirling pool of cosmic energy that seemed to penetrate your very soul.

"Yes," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "The night where I enlisted your help to move the night skies and find the constellation leading to Ammit's tomb did indeed happen. You played a crucial role in ensuring that my avatars will keep their lives."

"Why can't I remember any of it?" you asked, your voice filled with frustration and a hint of anger as the revelation sent shivers down your spine. “I do not understand why this was kept from me.”

“The memories of that time were concealed from you, Mira, through a powerful curse”, Khonshu raises an ethereal hand, his expression solemn as he gestured for you to be patient.

“A curse…” your voice quivers as you take a deep breath, a thousand questions flooding your mind. “I remember Mayari telling me that it was the god Set who cast it on me, as punishment for me and Darius aiding you, Anubis and the Ennead against him”

“I’m afraid that is not what happened, Mira”, Khonshu intones, his voice like distant thunder. “Your patron goddess lied to you for reasons even I couldn’t fathom yet–”

“Lied to me?” you took a few steps back, an incredulous expression starting to paint your face as you resumed your restless pacing, with your three astral companions watching you helplessly as you succumbed to the seeds of doubts planted and slowly blooming in your mind.

“Explain your words, Khonshu”, you implored, your heart heavy with uncertainty.

“The curse was placed not by Set, but by the moon goddess you serve as an avatar”, Khonshu sighed, the truth finally escaping his lips. “It was Mayari who erased your memories of saving and sharing your life force with Marc, Steven and Jake.”

The name of your patron goddess hung heavily in the air, and you immediately felt as if the world you thought you knew had been turned upside down. Mayari was your patron goddess, the divine being who had guided your steps and granted you her powers. The mere thought of her intervening in your life like this was incomprehensible. Her suspected betrayal was like a knife twisting in your heart.

“But why?” you demanded, pressing further as Khonshu’s words greatly confused you to no end. "Why would my goddess do such a thing?"

Khonshu's expression remained pensive, his gaze steady as he sighed, "I’m afraid only she can answer that question, child."

A surge of anger and frustration consumed you, its molten tendrils wrapping around your core like serpents seeking prey. Your vision blurred as the moon goddess you had long served, escaped your lips as a desperate plea.

“Mayari, aking diwatang pinaglilingkuran”, you spoke, invoking the name of your patron goddess. “Sinasamo kita”

Mayari, my goddess to whom I serve. I summon you.

You reached out to the divine connection that had always existed between you, attempting to summon your divine mentor to explain herself. But to your surprise and dismay, she refused your call. It was as if the moon goddess you served, the deity to whom you had given your loyalty and devotion, refused an audience with you.

"Mayari, pakiusap" you whispered again, your voice tremulous with mounting desperation. “Bigyang tugon mo ang aking pagsamo”

Mayari, please. Answer me and my divine summons to you.

The level of frustration climbed as it slowly clawed at your chest, its unrelenting grip threatening to consume your being. Your plea met deadly silence as the cosmic presence of your patron goddess remains elusive, shrouded behind an impenetrable veil and refusing to grace your presence. The celestial deity, usually your guiding light in times of darkness, had abandoned you when you needed her the most. A sense of betrayal seeped into your soul, gnawing at the very fabric of your faith.

“If Mayari refuses to shed some light into this, I will find a way myself”, you implored the Egyptian moon deity as he watched your struggle, turning to him in pure desperation. “You've sworn to help me, Khonshu. I'm calling upon that oath now”

“Indeed, I gave you my word”, Khonshu replied, regarding you with a quiet intensity. “What do you require of me, Mira?”

"As you know, I’m currently weakened by the new moon”, you inhaled deeply, focusing on the words you were about to speak. “Lend me your celestial prowess and strength, and I will use your moon magic to perform a spell to recover my memories of that night, and every memory I have lost."

“I will help you, Mira”, Khonshu's voice resonated within your mind, his words a whispered breeze. "But to grant you my full strength, there is a condition that needs to be fulfilled."

A sense of foreboding washed over you as you regarded the moon god's words. Khonshu was not known for his leniency, and his conditions often came at a heavy cost. You hesitated, then asked, "What is your condition, Khonshu?"

"To empower you as you seek, the others who once served as my avatars must return to their rightful place," Khonshu replied. "Marc Spector and Steven Grant - they must resume their servitude and come back to me. They must become the Moon Knight once again."

You recoiled at the suggestion, your heart heavy with reluctance. The proposition was heavy with implications that weighed upon your conscience like an anchor threatening to drag you into murky depths. You may not know the entirety of Marc, Steven and Jake’s history as Moon Knight - the weight of the mantle that they had carried, their struggles and sacrifices, and the scars they bore. But the mere thought of subjecting them to eternal servitude to a moon god, even if it had been their past, went against everything you have believed in and stood for.

You wish to protect them from such a fate.

"I cannot agree to that, Khonshu”, your determination unwavering despite the struggle to keep your voice steady as tears started to gather at the corners of your eyes. A silent tension hung in the dark corners of your mind, the cosmic weight of the moon god's gaze piercing through the veil of your thoughts.

“I will never ask this of them, nor will I subject them to that kind of torment”, your voice spoke again with finality, resolved to find another way.

And then, something astonishing happened, something you had not anticipated, nor even thought possible. Marc Spector, who had been watching silently from the sidelines, stepped forward. He stood tall, his eyes glowing with a resolute determination.

“I’ll do it, Mira”, Marc's voice was laced with a quiet resolve. “I’ll go back to being Khonshu’s avatar”

Stunned, you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized what his agreement implied. He was willing to make this sacrifice, to reclaim his former life as the Moon Knight and restore his connection with Khonshu. All in the name of granting you immense power to unlock the memories that had been concealed from the dark recesses of your mind for so long.

"Marc, no," you pleaded, your voice quivering with emotion. "You don't have to do this. I can't let you do this for me."

“I kept recalling that night when I was unable to protect you”, Marc's response was unwavering, his astral form stepping in front of you as his palms made contact with the soft skin of your cheeks. "And I swear to you - that will never happen again. If serving Khonshu will grant me the power and strength to protect you, then so be it.”

But before you could voice your protest, Steven Grant chimed in. His hands grasped your shoulders firmly despite hovering as a corporeal form as he nodded in agreement with Marc’s words.

"We wish you to remember your past, love. We're in this together, Mira, all of us"

You felt your heart ache with a mixture of gratitude, admiration, and a nagging sense of guilt. Even Steven was willing to bear the burden of servitude to the moon god so that you could gain power and remember your past. His and Marc’s selflessness and courage humbled you.

"But I can't let you all agree to this," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "You have your own lives, your own desires. It's not fair to you, to any of you."

“We've already been through worse, mi vida”, Jake added his voice to the chorus this time, his tone carrying a sense of determination as his soft smile melted your heart. "I hope you trust us when we say that we can handle it, sí?"

The tears you’ve tried so hard to hold in streamed freely down your face, now realizing the depth of their commitment to you. Despite your protests and reservations, they were willing to give up their autonomy, their freedom, for you. It was a testament to their loyalty and their desire to protect you.

“If you are to accept this, it must be a collective decision”, Khonshu's spectral form shifted, and his gaze seemed to bore into Marc and Steven’s souls. "All three of you will be bound to me in servitude. Do you accept this, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley?"

The three alters exchanged a look, a silent conversation that transcended words. Then, as one, they nodded.

"We accept," Marc said, his voice resonating with a newfound determination.

Steven and Jake echoed the sentiment, their voices overlapping in a haunting harmony. "We accept."

Khonshu's presence seemed to expand, enveloping the rooftop in a shroud of ethereal energy. "Then let the oath be sworn."

Respecting their decision, you closed your eyes and reached out to the astral plane, summoning your moon magic. With a burst of ethereal energy, you began to return the corporeal and astral forms of Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley to their shared body. The three personas coalesced seamlessly into a single entity before your very eyes, all co-conscious in their shared mind.

"I swear," they intoned in unison, "to do my duty as Moon Knight, to protect the travelers of the night, and above all, to safeguard Mira’s life at all costs."

With those words, the transformation began. The familiar threads of Khonshu's ceremonial armor, a blend of ancient Egyptian motifs and protective gold breast plates, wrapped around their shared body once again. His white-clad hood and mask slid into place, concealing his features, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, radiating power and purpose. Marc Spector and Steven Grant had become the Moon Knight once more together with Jake Lockley, a defender of the night, bound by an unbreakable oath.

You took a step back, feeling a mixture of awe and trepidation as the Moon Knight stood before you, a living embodiment of divine power. It was a sight to behold, but it also carried a heavy burden. You knew that the man beneath the mask, the alters within, had given up a piece of themselves for this power.

With the weight of this new alliance and purpose, you opened a portal using your mystic arts prowess to your residence in Surrey. You turned to the Moon Knight, speaking softly as you have officially extended an invitation to your home to Marc, Steven and Jake.

"Come with me then”, you said softly, your right hand outstretched for them to take. “We have work to do."

Resolute and determined, the Moon Knight took your hand as the two of you went through the portal together.They were unmasked for a brief moment, nodding in pure understanding as their voice carried a sense of unwavering commitment.

"After you, Mira."

END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

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