The Loyal God

A Family Reunion

Isis coughed slightly as the sand tornado dissolved around her and she fell to the ground. Neith came back to consciousness quite rapidly, one of the perks of being a god, and a god of war at that. She healed very quickly, and it often seemed as if she'd never gotten hurt at all.

"Ouch..." Seth spoke neutrally, poking at the sword tip that speared through his chest.

"What did you do, you bastard!" Sebek growled, attempting to tear at Horus' hands, to get him to release the sword.

Unfortunately, Sebek's training was not to the extent of Horus'. He'd been sheltered for almost all his life, with no reason to learn such things. Now Neith wished she had taken the time to train him more, to teach him how to fight and atand up for himself and be strong in the place of others. She had failed him in that aspect.

"Please, son, stop. It seems I have failed you by not teaching you how to be strong and pick your battles wisely. This is a fight you will not win," she sighed.

In response to her words, Sebek stopped grappling at Horus' hands and took a few steps back, looking at his dear mother with tears visible in his eyes. She made an effort to smile at him, despite being on her knees with a sword through her chest.

"Why you naughty boy, you..." Seth sighed.

Horus slashed through Seth's and Neith's chests, Seth exploding into sand and Neith into flowers that mixed into his sand. More specifically, persea flowers mixed with sand. Seth dissolved into pure sand, while Neith simply reformed herself and flashed out of existence, reappearing in her full god form, towering above the others. Just when it seemed they'd finally defeated Seth, the sands at Horus' feet's swirled as if an invisible wind were present. Seth's hand, formed of the sand of the desert, rose up.

"Horus!!" Isis cried out in warning

Horus jumped out of the way swiftly, towards Neith. She pulled her bow off her back, grabbing an arrow from her sheath. She was prepared to fight if it came to it. She would fight for her King's freedom as long for as she could.

"I told you. You can't kill me with a mere sword like that," Seth roared, forming into a giant of sand.

He tried in vain to capture Horus in his fist. Neith shot arrows at him, which magically shrunk when they left her bow for greater accuracy in this form.

However, the boy continued to leap out of the way effortlessly. And this time, Neith could see why. She caught a whiff of ozone that trailed after his movements, that overpowered his parents' scents. He was controlling the winds, manipulating them to his will.

It was impossible for a mere demigod, one who still reeked of his parents' scents, one who hadn't come into his own presence and identity yet, to be able to control anything. Unless he was the chosen one.

Neith's thoughts were ripped away from the topic when she felt the presence of her mother and father finally getting very close.

"It's been a while, Mother, Father," she hummed out.

"Are the two of you finally taking a stand? I was wondering when you guys would show up, though you're much later than I was expecting," Seth chuckled.

"Enough with the greetings for now. We didn't come here looking to kill you," Isis huffed.

Neith knew what came next. She'd anticipated it since she smelled Osiris in Horus.

"We're here to reclaim our lost sovereignty," Isis spoke, Horus helping her up from the ground.

"Is that so? Seems like you've made things quite interesting, Anubis," Seth accused, looking over at the gathered gods. Thoth stood behind the boy, his hands on Anubis' shoulders as a sort of comforting gesture. Maat stood before them, a scroll resting in her hands.

"Hear thee, Seth, god of war and the desert, Neith, god of wisdom and weaving," Maat proclaimed.

Neith returned to her mortal form, bow still drawn. She'd reserved herself to her fate, but Seth could still escape. The only thing that made her out her bow away was her son's hand resting on her arm, pleading with her quietly not to leave him.

"You've seized the throne by murdering your own brother, therefore the power you have wielded over the past centuries is unjust!" Maat spoke loud enough for all in Heliopolis to hear and acknowledge.

Neith smiled softly at her son, knowing that this very well might be the last time she saw her precious child.

"Thus forth, stability within the Ennead has collapsed and the natural order of death has been has been disturbed," Maat continued.

Neith scoffed slightly. These people had stayed silent the entire time that she and Seth had taken over and now they wanted to speak up, just because they received word that their previous king had been resurrected? That was total bullshit.

"This is a record of all the evildoings you both have committed thus far!" Maat exclaimed, letting the scroll in her hands unfoldz revealing that it's length was unimaginable.

"God of war and desert, Seth. God of wisdom and weaving, Neith. I hereby declare you to stand before the court of the Ennead!" Maat sentenced.

Neith lowered her head in silent acceptance. She was ready to take her punishment for the awful crimes she had committed on the name of her brother and king, Seth. Seth himself merely laughed in Maat's face, grinning a wide, uncaring grin.

Neith could hear Sebek sobbing as he wrapped his arms around her. He tried to argue that she had done nothing, that she was a good person and a kind mother, but Neith merely shook her head.

"I am sorry, my son. I have done many horrendous things, both before and after you were born. I have accepted my sentencez whatever it may be," she hummed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing the top of his head as a sort of parting apology.