I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“I had always wanted to cross blades with a goddess.”

The ground beneath Nathan’s feet cracked as he pushed off, propelling himself forward like a missile launched from a collapsing star. Both of his blades shimmered with raw energy—one burning with divine legacy, the other exuding the unholy chill of the darkness. The sky above Alexandria remained torn and wounded, swirling with storm clouds laced with streaks of blue and black.

Sekhmet raised one hand.

A golden light ignited in the air before her, ancient and Egyptian in design. With a flick of her wrist, a barrage of sun-forged spears made of pure divine energy hurtled toward Nathan.

He barely had time to react.

The temperature around him plummeted in an instant. Massive ice spears erupted upward in defiance, colliding midair with the golden barrage. The clash sent shockwaves racing through the ruins of Alexandria, toppling weakened buildings and splintering the earth.

Steam burst out as ice and fire collided.

Sekhmet stepped forward calmly, golden light blooming with every step she took. Her mere presence seemed to repel the chill. “Ice? Against me? You challenge the sun with frost?” she said, her voice tinted with amusement.

But Nathan wasn’t done.

He twisted his demonic blade, shadows bursting outward in a violent sphere.

“Chains of darkness.”

From the cracked cobblestones beneath her, jagged black chains erupted like serpents of night, clawing toward the goddess with relentless hunger. They hissed and writhed, darkness howling from their links.

Sekhmet looked down at them, eyes glowing brighter. She extended a finger.

“Burn.”

With that single word, a solar flare burst from her body, engulfing the chains in holy flames. They burned away instantly, screaming as though alive. The magic that had imprisoned demons in the underworld was turned to ash in moments.

Nathan appeared behind her.

He didn’t hesitate. Both swords came down in an X-shaped slash, coated in glacial ice and darkness.

Sekhmet turned slightly and caught both blades between her palms.

The impact detonated like a bomb.

A shockwave tore through the air. The Pharos of Alexandria’s crumbled foundation split further, and buildings nearby disintegrated. Dust and smoke flooded the streets. Civilians and soldiers from both Cleopatra’s and Ptolemy’s sides paused, looking up at the storm of light and darkness warring above them.

Nathan leapt back, skidding across the marble ruins. He winced—his arms were numb from the force of the impact.

Sekhmet opened her hands. His blades were free.

“You carry the courage of a lion, Nathan. But even lions die.”

Nathan gritted his teeth. Blood trickled from the edge of his mouth. But his eyes burned brighter now.

He drew in power.

The ground around him began to freeze.

Frost spread rapidly across Alexandria’s broken streets, coating stone and sand alike. His breath steamed in the cold. The temperature plummeted.

Above, a second sun appeared in the sky—but this one was blue and swirling with violent blizzards. Snowflakes the size of petals began to fall.

The Goddess raised an eyebrow.

Nathan’s body was encased in a cloak of frost and shadow. Both swords surged with unrestrained might. His magic had reached its peak—a fusion of ancient frost and forbidden darkness.

He moved.

Faster than before.

He was no longer visible to the naked eye. Only the clash of magic and the eruption of energies signaled where he was.

He struck from the left. Sekhmet blocked.

He vanished, reappearing above.

A dozen slashes came from all directions—each blade a comet of ice or darkness. Sekhmet parried them with her bare hands, her golden aura flaring with each strike.

“Your strength is admirable,” she said, her tone still calm. “But it is not enough.”

She raised her arm.

“O Ra, grant me your flame.”

The sky obeyed.

A solar column descended from the heavens—pure, divine fire, brighter than anything Nathan had ever seen. It engulfed Sekhmet.

And then it surged outward.

An explosion of solar fire swept across Alexandria. The cold was shattered. The snow evaporated. The flames consumed all—and Nathan was caught in it.

“Uh!”

Nathan’s body burned.

The demonic sword wailed with him, its core cracking.

And yet—he didn’t fall.

From within the inferno, a shard of black ice burst out. Then another.

Then a roar.

A frozen dragon emerged from the flames, massive and gleaming, its scales forged from ice and shadow.

Nathan stood atop it, scorched, panting, bleeding.

His armor was half-melted. His cloak gone.

But he stood.

Sekhmet blinked once.

“You’re still alive.”

Nathan pointed Alexander’s sword at her.

“You’ll have to do far more than that to kill me, Sekhmet,” Nathan said, the corners of his lips curling into a daring smirk. His voice was calm, yet laced with a subtle defiance that belied the weight of the situation. “But then again, I imagine even gods have their limits. Am I wrong? If you unleashed your true strength here and now… you wouldn’t just kill me. You’d obliterate the entire district—perhaps the entire city. And among the rubble, the very mortals you swore to protect on Alexander’s behalf would lie buried, wouldn’t they?”

He let the words hang in the air, like the sharp edge of a blade poised above a throat. That was his edge—his advantage—and he knew it. This battlefield, surrounded by innocent lives and sacred oaths, shackled Sekhmet just as surely as any chain.

Sekhmet’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation breaking through her divine composure. Her gaze bore into him, weighing every word, every breath he took. There was tension in her jaw, a twitch beneath her eye—a crack in the façade of the lioness goddess.

“I sense the presence of multiple gods within you,” she said finally, her voice low and edged with suspicion. “Their power flows through you like rivers converging in a single vessel. What does it mean, mortal?”

Nathan exhaled slowly. He hadn’t expected to mask the divine remnants within him so easily—not from her. Not from Sekhmet, the Eye of Ra, a goddess who had once bathed entire battlefields in fire and blood. It was foolish to think the power he had borrowed—no, earned—from Khione and others would remain hidden after wielding it in combat against one of the mightiest goddesses in existence.

“If you stop trying to kill me,” Nathan offered, his smirk sharpening into something more cunning, “I just might tell you.”

For the first time, a shift passed through Sekhmet’s face. Amusement. The barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips—a smile that spoke of ancient wars, of long-dead challengers, of a past that echoed with the roars of dying kings.

“You remind me of Alexander,” she said, almost wistfully. “But you’re still far from his shadow in terms of strength.”

And with that, she vanished.

One blink. That’s all it took. She was gone.

Nathan’s heart seized, instinct screamed—move!—but before he could leap back, his legs refused to respond. No chains. No restraints. Yet he was utterly paralyzed.

She was there. Right in front of him.

Her divine presence alone pressed down on him like a mountain, suffocating, inescapable. His lungs strained under the weight of her power as if the air itself had turned to molten gold.

“Tell me who you really are,” she whispered, her voice now a breath against his skin, soft yet thunderous in its authority.

But before he could answer—before he could even think—a sudden light split the sky.

A golden brilliance surged from the heavens, tearing through the encroaching gloom like the judgment of a god. It wasn’t sunlight. It was too divine, too perfect. It shimmered with celestial power, casting long shadows across the ground as it descended with terrifying speed.

Nathan’s eyes widened. He couldn’t move. His muscles locked, overwhelmed by the sheer purity of the light. Even Sekhmet turned her gaze skyward, her expression unreadable. Whatever this was, it wasn’t her doing.

There was no resistance, no escape.

The light consumed them both.

In the next instant, the world shifted.

Nathan landed hard on dry, cracked earth. Sand skittered across the wind, whispering secrets from a time long forgotten. The air was dry, hot, and ancient. A desert, endless and quiet—eerily still beneath an amber sky. He slowly pushed himself up, his legs trembling from the divine pull he had just endured.

A few meters ahead, Sekhmet stood unmoving, her eyes fixed on a point in the distance.

There, atop a small dune bathed in golden radiance, stood a figure—regal and serene.

A woman.

Nathan turned—and when his gaze met hers, he froze.

She was radiant beyond comprehension. Draped in robes that shimmered like starlight. Jewels of ancient Egypt adorned her brow, but none outshone her divine aura.

Nathan’s breath caught in his throat.

A goddess.

And not just any goddess.

She was Isis.