Sarah was not a religious person by any stretch of the imagination. She preferred to put her faith in logic and science, not silly superstition. That's why she had such a difficult time accepting that the stranger who approached her in Times Square was not only a being of supernatural origin, but was, in fact, a god.
The god Heka, he said. Egyptian god of magic and healing. He was handsome, his dark skin was complimented perfectly by a gold suit with a blue tie. On anyone else it would have looked cheesy, maybe even ugly. But on him... They had met in Time Square (In good old New York City) while Sarah was studying the statue of George Cohen.
Sarah didn't believe him when he claimed to be an ancient Egyptian god, but even she had to eventually give in after he had performed miracle after miracle. Once they had finally settled the issue of his identity, Heka invited her to share a table with him at a classy restaurant in Little Italy. There, he got down to business.
"Sarah, my dear, you are familiar with mythology, correct? You certainly know that those barbarous Greeks liked to come down from Olympus and mate with mortals on a regular basis, no? What you may not know is that us Egyptians are quite interested in the same thing." He laughed at her look of alarm. "Oh don't worry, dear, I don't want to make any children with you. That's messy and bad for business. But I would like to procure your physical affections. That is to say, I wish to engage in intercourse with you. As a god, I can give you many things; gold, jewels, perfect health. Name anything, if it is in my power to grant, it shall be yours. Afterwards, if you feel so inclined, we can retire to my private room at the Hilton. What say you?"
Sarah considered this. Under normal circumstances she would have refused from the sheer audacity of it, but he was a god. There was so much he could do for her... And admittedly it had been a long time since she'd had sex. Guys weren't too interested in her with her small, mousy frame. Her breasts were small, practically flat under her sweater and her hair was brown and not in a good way. Heka was incredibly attractive. He seemed to radiate light (And being a god, maybe he actually did) and had the most charming smile. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Sarah made her decision.
"Ok, suppose I agree to this. I need you to do one thing for me. It might seem like a lot, but it's a dealbreaker. I need it done."
"Anything you want, lover" he purred.
"Once a week I volunteer at a children's hospital. There's a little girl there, her name is Amy. I read to her and we play board games and make up secret codes and things like that. She's eleven years old and a tumor is destroying her brain. It's inoperable. She'll be dead in six months. I want you to save her. Take away her tumor and let her live a long, happy life."
Heka regarded her solemnly. Finally he spoke; "That's one of the things that attracted me to you. Your kindness towards other humans. It's such a beautiful quality and you take it to lengths rarely seen. I accept your terms, my dearest Sarah."
Several miles away, a tumor withered away into nothing inside a sleeping girl's brain.
***
Heka had a personal limo that took them to the Hilton. He kept a permanent room on the top floor. Sarah couldn't help but be impressed by it. She had grown up in a house smaller than this. Heka led her to his private bar.
"Can I get you anything to drink? The pomegranate beer is especially delicious, as my colleague, Sekhmet can attest."
Sarah politely declined and made herself at home. She stripped off her jacket and sat down on the couch. It was comfy. The 72 inch flatscreen sat on a pedestal in the center of the room. A collection of movies were stacked beside it. Antony and Cleopatra, The Mummy, the DVD box set of Tutenstein... Heka had a specific taste, it seemed.
