The Loyal God

A Family Introduction

"How long this has taken me. Do you know how much I've struggled all this time to capture you?" Seth grinned, gripping Isis' face harshly.

He smirked dangerously. Neith had seen that expression before, the expression he got when he was winning a war. But, this time, he really wasn't winning. He only thought he was winning. But the incoming forces only grew closer as he unknowingly stalled for time in Isis' favor.

"I've killed a countless number of women that resembled you. Do you know how many poor women Neith's blade has cut down? You'd be shocked if I told you how many," he chuckled.

Down below, Anubis fought Horus, but Neith could see that his heart was truly not in the fight. His swings, usually deadly precise, were lacking their typical motivation. He was giving up. His faith in his father had finally failed.

"You really do live up to your name as the god of magic. You hid yourself away so well. Even Neith, with her tracking abilities, couldn't find you, until now," Seth laughed.

"Where on earth have you been hiding? I've missed you so dearly... You've even been kind enough to prepare the boy as a gift...... for me, who has been desperately longing for you. Honestly, I'm touched. To think you even had the time to have a child in the midst of things... Although you're a fool, you do surprise me every now and then. So who was it? Who had you?" Seth asked, bringing Isis' face closer to him.

Neith was glad he decided not to mention her son again, who was burying his face in her stomach as if she was going to disappear into the Duat, never to return, at any moment. She combed her hands through his wavy hair to calm herself down. She truly felt as though he was a miracle in her life that she was not worthy of. A miracle that was to be taken away from her when Isis' reinforcements arrived. They grew so close that she could smell and sense Maat, with her imposing presence, like one is constantly awaiting trial when in her presence, and her scent. Papyrus and lotus and myrtle, with a hint of the metal from her scale and the feather from her headpiece.

"Who else? Don't you know very well that there's only one mand in this world I would ever give my body to?" Isis smirked.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting, Isis?" Seth asked once again.

"It seems you don't know yet, but when you......butchered Osiris' body into nine pieces, you were so kind...... as to throw him into the Nile river, where the spirit of Osiris overflows," Isis smirked triumphantly.

Neith used this distraction to move out of the way of the spear point, curling herself around her son protectively. She had to figure out a way to get him out of the city before all hell broke loose. She distinctly remembered what Sekhmet had told them to do, that traitor. 

"Throw him into the Nile river. Make it so that Isis finds out instantly," she'd said.

She'd set them up.

"You're as foolish as ever, Little Brother, Little Sister," Isis grinned.

The sound of bones cracking rang out as Seth caused the tornado of sand to crush her in its grip.

"Sekhmet... I'll take care of that wech for you later, my lord," Neith bowed.

Seth nodded in her direction. She rose from her bow, using her strength to pick up her son. Even though he had grown to the size of a human adolescent, she could still pick him up easily with all her training. 

"Your methods of provocation are quite commendable, Isis. I really like that you're not intimidated even though you've gone through hell," Seth grinned.

Neith sighed, knowing that she most likely was not simply being fearless, but that she had full faith in her son and her reinforcements that were rapidly approach.

"It makes me so happy to see you recklessly attempt to take me on. You still don't know your place," he sighed.

Isis had begun choking on her own saliva due to the pressure on her middle, the spit frothing and spilling out of her mouth in a disgusting display. Neith's face visibly scrunched up at the sight, gently turning Sebek's head away from it, allowing him to bury his face in her shoulder.

"Which is why I was going to play along with your petty games, for the most part. But hearing you say that you've revived Osiris is the final straw," Seth spat out angrily.

He reached for Isis' throat, gripping it with all his strength.

"How dare you say to my face that that scumbag has come back to life... This time it's your fault Isis," Seth growled, beginning to brutally choke Isis.

"Don't blame me, blame that head of yours," Seth shrugged.

Neith heard Horus coming before she saw him, his footsteps heavy against the sand of the barren lands. He had his sword in hand, ready to strike her King. Anubis' spear was on the ground, the boy simply staring down at it as if there were nothing else he could do. He'd finally given up.

"Urgh... You can't...... run away... now..." Isis grit out.

Neith's eyes hardened, having a brief bit of foresight, and threw herself in front of Horus' blade, making sure to drop Sebek as gently as she could. It did nothing in the end. In the hands of a godborn, son of the god of magic and the god of life, the blade pierced through her back and out of her chest, spearing through Seth in the process.

"Mother!!!" she could hear Sebek calling after her, his voice filled with despair and pain. Oh, how she hated him sounding like that. It hurt her so. Her vision flickered in and out due to the pain before she blacked out completely.

The last thoughts she registered were 'Who is going to take care of Sebek when I am gone?' and 'This is a pathetic way for a god of war to die'.