Marc was holding onto her waist with his hands, and well she didn't know it was him so she stared at him, cheeks a blaze. "S-Steven?" She stuttered and realised her suit was gone, with her hair now back in a ponytail.

The male shakes his head, the hands on her waist tightening the slightest. "No, it's Marc." His voice was way different from Steven's, much more rougher and lower.

She blinked and removed herself from the handsome man's hold, not seeing the pained expression wash across his face. "Oh.. hi?" She awkwardly waved, smiling. She then felt her bracelet was back to being a ring, which confused her as she didnt feel nor see it when she had her suit on.

Marc's lips lifted up into a little tender smile. He surely did miss her, so very much. "Yeah, hey." He quietly muttered, his soft dark eyes trained on her.

"So, this is what it's like?" Steven's voice is heard and it made (Y/N) flinch hearing it, glancing around. "Being on the inside?"

Marc slowly nods, seeing where the male was. "Yeah."

(Y/N) follows where Marc was looking, inaudible gasping seeing a frightened Steven in the mirror reflection.

"It's horrible." He admits in a small voice.

"It's alright. You're alright." Marc smooths, seeing the other male getting nervous.

"I feel like I can scarcely move."

"It's all right, just breathe through it. It gets easier." Marc reassures.

"How long have you been doing this?" Steven questions.

Marc takes a side glance at (Y/N) who was staring at the man in the mirror worried. He sighs, "I don't know. It's... a long time."

"I don't like it." Steven breaths out, his breathing picking up which his best friend noticed and knew he was scared. "I don't want it. Can I have my body back?"

(Y/N)'s heart ached hearing his question and scared, vulnerable voice. Making her want to cry even more thinking about how long Marc, her 'fiancée' had to cope with this.

"Please." He pleads, doing little hand mannerism as he tries to calm himself down while playing with the braided string bracelet (Y/N) got him. Having to hold that instead of her hand in his, while he panicked.

"I can't do that right now, Steven." Marc says calmly, turning his back on the man.

"I'm taking it back." Steven tries to take his body back and was unsuccessful as Marc watched him unamused.

"Sorry. We've always managed to keep a wall between us, but something's changed. The one who controls the body has become stronger." Marc explains and walks up next to (Y/N), pretty closely which made her tense.

Steven shakes his head in denial.

"The reflections help, but most of the time, it'll take all your willpower just to be a fly on the wall." Marc explained again, remembering that all his willpower went into seeing (Y/N) when he wasn't in control.

"You can't do this, keeping me trapped in here. You have no right." Steven snaps, "My whole life.. I can't go on a bloody date. I can barely keep a goldfish alive." He lists, his voice getting upster. "Me and (Y/N) lost our job. It's been you. It's always been you, eating away at parts of my life like a parasite."

(Y/N) couldn't help the tear that slid down her cheek, his words making her want to hug and comfort the both of them. This wasn't fair on either Marc or Steven. She wiped away the tear with her sleeve before the two could notice it.

"Look, when I am done, when I have repaid my debt, I swear to you, you will never see me or hear from me again." Marc says lowly and (Y/N)'s heart drops momentarily hearing it for some reason. "I promise you. We wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Khonshu. And my.." He struggles for words, "Servitude is the price that I pay."

"What kind of servitude?" Steven asks carefully.

"The kind that leaves me covered in blood." Marc then says in a more quieter, barely audibly broken voice, "The kind that took (Y/N)'s memories."

The (H/C) haired girl glanced at him confused, eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed.

"What do you mean her memories?" Steven asked angrily, a frown on his face. "And, well, that blood is on my hands."

Marc just looked at the ground with a blank expression, not saying anything.

"You ruin people's lives. Everything you touch, you ruin." Steven cries, cleary upset. "You hurt people, you abandoned (Y/N) who is apparently your fiance. You left her stranded with no memory of it." He glared at Marc, hating the idea of his best friend with anyone else when he loved her so much. Both males did.

Marc span around, a dark look on his face as he pointed at the mirror, glaring back at Steven. "I did not. I did that to protect her. You don't know what you're talking about."

(Y/N) awkwardly watched the two, her lips in a straight line listening to the males fighting. She didn't even know Marc but yet he was here saying that are engaged? She thinks that she would remember if she got with someone that attractive.

"Yes, you did. She literally can't remember anything past a certain time in her life!" Steven exclaims, pointing an accusing finger back at him. The male thinking back to the time where (Y/N) spoke to him about not having any memory of anything before she met Steven.

"Khonshu has his eyes on her. He wants her as my replacement because of the power she carries." Marc spoke louder, "I'm never gonna let that happen, not for as long as I live and breath." He growled the last sentences.

(Y/N) flushed hearing this though, never hearing such words from a male about her before. Never hearing someone so devoted to her.

"You're a liar. I don't believe you. I don't trust you. You hurt people." Steven exclaims again.

(Y/N) watched with concred eyes as the males bickered back and forth, her jumping slightly when the bells tolled and flinched back when Marc kicked the mirror glass, getting rid of her best friends face.

She shivered as the wind picked up and flinced again when a warm hand was placed over her arm. Glancing up to meet Marc's dark eyes who pulled her closer to him knowing who was about to show up. (Y/N) just enjoyed the warmth, however was still jumpy from what happened moments ago. Her thoughts running back to Steven and dear god she hoped he would be alright.

"You swore he would not interfere." Khonshu's deep voice was heard.

"I know. I'll handle it." Marc replied, moving closer to (Y/N) as the god changed spots on the roof.

"You have proven you cannot."

"I will."

"Ungrateful, Marc, altering the terms of our agreement. You were nothing more than a corpse when I found you. You think you own this body?" Khonshu laughs with derision, now being in front of the pair.

(Y/N) squeaked seeing the bird bone head god in front of her, holding on tighter to Marc's sleeve.

"It belongs to me." The bird god gestured with his hand for emphasis.

"We'll find the scarab." Marc says, meaning himself and (Y/N) which he didn't want that, he didn't want her getting involved at all. But it was to late for that.

Khonshu moved his floating head forward, "Too late. Harrow has it."

Marc looks down for a second, then glances back up at his god. "Then we'll find another way. We'll get to Ammit's tomb first."

"You know I'll protect you with everything I have." The moon god glances down at the smaller girl, "Both of you."

(Y/N) frowns at his words, not understanding them when she already had powers from a so called goddess.

"You are worth protecting." He then adds.

Marc exhales through his nose, "I'll do whatever it takes then. Then you let me go and return (Y/N)'s memories."

"I know that you enjoy the work I have for you. We need each other." The god says.

"We have a deal." Marc says in a low voice.

"Let me remind you, should we part, you may not like my next candidate," Khonshu looks down at (Y/N), "Near and dear as she is to you."

Marc clenches his jaw and glares at the god in front of him. He stopped his dark look when he felt (Y/N) squeeze his arm, he sighed. "Where are we going?"

"Where the hell do you think?" Khonshu says, looking between the pair and walks past them as everything blacks out for the humans.

(Y/N)'s eyes open up to a completely different environment, glancing down at herself and saw that she was wearing a crop top, bike pants and a gown. She freaks seeing this and glances around in hopes to find Marc or Steven maybe. Her cheeks flush seeing Marc half naked on the floor drinking alcohol. He goes to stand up with the bottle making her get a peak at his back muscles and the braided string bracelet on his left wrist, plus a necklace that was hanging from his neck. Both looking awfully familiar to her. He goes up to the window and opened up the curtains, the brightness making (Y/N) quint her eyes.

Her breath gets stuck in her throat seeing where they were.

They had arrived in Egypt.