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Default 06-07-2010, 05:46 PM

Then...

The underworld was a dark and somewhat foreboding place, at least to the souls of the dead who journeyed thru it to reach the land of the dead beyond. The journey was one taken of necessity; no-one escaped, whether they were the richest or the poorest. And of course, whether rich, poor or middling, no-one could ever escape what awaited them at journey's end. The doorway to the land of the dead was there to be passed thru to reach the land where the souls would be reunited with their earthly bodies and live for all eternity in happiness and contentment. In front of this door, however, was the final test set before the souls before they were permitted to enter. Anubis stood next to the scales which weighed the heart of each soul against the Feather of Truth. Just like his surroundings, Anubis was fairly dark and forbidding himself; he was fairly tall and his head was that of a black jackal, with upright pointed ears, eyes that glowed red and a jeweled collar about his throat. To his other side, crouched Ammit; a terrible creature with the head of a crocodile, the forepart of a lion and the hinder part of a hippo. Her dreadful duty was to devour the hearts weighed down with sin. Anubis was assisted with the weighing of the hearts by Thoth, who passed him the first heart of the group of souls who stood in front of them. It was placed in the scale, which immediately sank down towards the ground. The soul in question, a murderer who'd gotten away with his crimes, begged for mercy but none was given; his heart was taken from the scale and thrown to Ammit, who devoured it... and the soul immediately vapourised, gone forever.

Now...

The spell used to summon the deities had had one vital error, one that Anubis could have easily pointed out to Jenkins. The ewe and ram lambs were the wrong colours; it was this which had resulted in the various deities being flung into Arizona, taking the shape of teenage humans, but with all their god powers intact. One of Anubis' powers was the ability to put a person under and send them into unconsienceness straight away the moment he touched them; a power he called the "little death". Another was the ability to tell lies from truth, no matter how hard a person tried to cover it up. He also had the ability to take two other shapes as opposed to his normal shape; a human shape, and a jackal shape. His teenage shape was simply a younger version of that human shape; bronze skin, black hair and reddish brown eyes. As he sat up, and looked around him, Anubis noted that he seemed to be in the basement of a house. He could hear the groans from his companions who were similarly waking up around him, and wondered just who was there with him. Anubis wasn't lacking in feelings as such, just didn't feel as deeply as others did and didn't really care about anything outside his own existance. He could be cold and distant as a result; his personality having with it much of the final inevitability of death. Anubis was loyal to his father, even to the point of supporting a wrong decision; and once he'd made up his mind, he never changed it.

~~~

Then...

The winds howled accross the desert, hurling handfuls of sand into the air and making it difficult for anyone to walk accross it. Any human who'd tried to cross the desert tonight would have found himself knocked to the ground by the swiftly moving winds and then buried under the ever moving sand. However, Set, the ruler of the desert, had no such problem; the wind and sand moved aside to allow him to pass. The desert's state tended to reflect his mood, which at this moment was black. He was heading back to his home in the centre of the desert and due to the fact that he knew his sister and wife Nephthys was sure to be there, he wasn't at all relishing the prospect. Set didn't plan to stay there at all tonight if he could help it; instead, he'd go out to meet his latest lover; certainly not the first of various affairs conducted behind his wife's back. Set didn't love his wife; he never had done. He hadn't even wanted to marry Nephthys in the first place, but had been pushed into it by his sister Isis and brother Osiris, who he was jealous of. Set didn't like women in that way; he would have much prefered to set up home with a man, but that was out of the question seeing as his preferences were despised and seen as unnatural. He knew that cheating on his wife was not the best way to go, but could see no other way out while he was hated so much. Set tended to vent his feelings on causing storms and sandstorms accross Egypt, especially getting at Isis by causing the desert to encroach on the fertile lands around the Nile. It was the only way he could make himself feel a little better about himself and his situation.

Now...

Set had been mourning the end of his latest affair when the spell was activated. He lay on a wooden floor with his eyes closed, not wishing to move but able to sense that there were others sharing this floor with him. It was pitch black; he could tell this even with his eyes closed, and he could hear the breathing of others coupled with a few groans. Set could tell at least one thing about this place, whereever it was; it was somewhere which was close to a desert, as he still retained his powers which were forever linked to the desert. These were power over storms and also the ability to whip up sandstorms, mirages, and control any desert aspect he wished to exert control over. Like Anubis, and every other deity that had an animal head, Set could manifest as two other forms. His animal however was a creature that was nonexistant, with long, square ended ears, a long muzzle like that of an aardvark, but with a nose like a dog and with sharp teeth within. It was known simply as "the Set animal" and existed nowhere in nature. Set's human form, which was here a teenage version, was tall and skinny with bronze skin like all the deities; dark red hair and dark blue eyes. This was unusual among Egyptians and contributed a lot to his position as an outcast. Set had a hidden aspect to his personality that had never come out; he had instead put up a front of cruelty and viciousness to hide the gentler aspect of himself. He was still spitefully jealous of Osiris, and doubted that would ever change, regardless of where they had been taken.

~~~

Then...

A storm clashed overhead, but Horus ignored it, brushing it off as yet another example of how pathetic Set was. He and his mother Isis had finally managed to win the battle against Set, which had begun with Set's murder of Horus' father Osiris, before Horus was even born. It had finally ended now, after the epic battle where Set had torn out one of Horus' eyes, in Set's eventual banishment to the desert and Horus's triumphant taking over the throne to rule as the king of the gods. No more than he deserved, Horus thought, just as Set's banishment was no more than he deserved. Of course, there were certain aspects of the battle that Horus had no choice but to keep from his mother, but he'd successfully been able to lie to her and keep those secrets under wraps so he had no worries of her ever finding out the truth. Also, Isis was at this moment far too distracted by the fact that she once again had her beloved husband by her side, even in his new role as the god of the dead; Horus' brother Anubis having kindly stepped down to allow Osiris to be the main god of the dead, and the two now worked together in the underworld. Horus himself didn't care for the details; he wasn't nearly as close to his father as he was to his mother, and at least it meant that he could keep the throne and not have to hand it over to his father. The power was one thing that Horus revelled in; that and the respect he gained from being the king. And, best of all, he could just put Set and everything connected with him to the back of his mind and forget he even existed.

Now...

This was hardly the best time to be torn from Egypt and sent someplace new. Horus groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head where he'd cracked it on the wooden floor. The entire place was in pitch darkness, and he was not best pleased to be in this mystery place rather than reigning supreme in Egypt. Horus darkly planned a bloody revenge on whoever had done this to him; he didn't think about whether it had affected anyone else until he heard the sounds around him that indicated that whereever he was, he was not alone. Horus had been terribly spoiled by his mother, Isis; he put on a manner of regal, mannerly behaviour whenever he was in public, but promptly reverted to type when behind closed doors. He thought only of himself, and was largely indifferent to the feelings of others; not like Anubis, who genuinely could not feel, but cuz he didn't consider people's feelings as nearly important as his own. Horus' powers were linked to the sun and the moon. The sun was represented by his single remaining eye; the moon by the empty eye socket which remained after his eye was torn out by Set. He could draw down power from both the sun and the moon, and also control every aspect related to either or both, as it suited him. The form he took now was of a handsome boy with bronze skin, glossy black hair and one brown eye; his eye socket was covered by an eyepatch. Horus wondered vaguely if anyone was going to do something; he didn't see why he should always be the one to pick up the messes of others.



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