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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
𓀃
Lift the curse and restore order in the afterlife, if Seth fails the grace period will end and put his sentence. If he succeeds he will be sent in the sun boat forced to row for the eternity.
How fair.
And therefore, it was set. The god of war's powers have been sealed making his mask fall off revealing his face to all.
Hair of the color of blood.
"And with this." Maat raised. "The trial of the Ennead shall now come to a close."
With no penalty for you just yet. Though you had a doubt that it wouldn't last, you notice how Ra ogled you from her seat, and despite feeling it you let you back be the only thing she could take a glimpse of. The sun's god would be infuriated.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The Night was quiet, you made it closer to your temple when suddenly you were surrounded by nothing but darkness.
You raised a brow to yourself, looking around until feeling a hand on the back of your neck.
"Haven't I given you the only think you've ever plead for." The man spoke harshly.
You scoffed, raising a hand while waving off the feeling off your skin.
"I don't know have you ?" You asked waiting for the man to reveal himself.
"Haven't I restored your son's life ?" He said while moving to face you.
"Osiris ?"
"Your everything in exchange of a simple condition that you did not follow." He told you, vines moving harshly on your skin, stabbing your flesh and up to circle your throat. "Should I take him back to his death?" He provoked with a frustrating calmness. All because you've taken Seth's side on the trial.
"He never woke up." You said and he took a closer look at you.
"Are you doubting my abilities ?" Osiris's tone was quiet, and his words were meant to push you at a point where you couldn't deny him.
"I might as well be." Lie, which you believed was a truth.
"Your son won't wake up unless.." he moved a finger to your chin. "He follows the desperate will to live on."
Here you were confused, how could there be anything to live on if he hadn't went out to find his purpose yet.
"The love of his father." "The crave he has to sense to want his only child back."
Why wasn't he lying ? The thought was painful in your mind while you took hold of his wrist only to be met with nothing.
"Come into my embrace.." Osiris whispered.
"What is it you want from me ?" You asked while his arms were spread toward you.
"Everything and nothing." He'd tell you.
Osiris had trapped you in many ways, and to be fair you were left to wonder if anything was worth the sensation.
"How could I expect someone dead to bring back my son." You'd told yourself out loud, while he remained quiet.
"I can restore your son o-" you had to force your words out at the upcoming feeling caused by his words.
"You cannot." And thus was a truth.
You did not feel the need to laugh to feel that he was lying.
He remained quiet, seeing how the conversation had an impact over your state.
"If you keep feeding onto your curse you will be able to stand nowhere on except Duat."
The curse of Ra. That made you laugh like one pompous fool whenever someone spoke falsity in your presence. How would that bring you to your death ?
But it was nonetheless a truth again. Because you were a god and despite not revealing it, Osiris couldn't bring a god back to life. He had tried to bargain with you. Keep you away from Seth in exchange of your son's life and he did. But Kemet never woke up, he remained in a deep slumber.
"If you come to live." You spoke, raising a hand to his melting flesh. "Then i will kill you. Again, then again. And perhaps again." You sounded calm, almost comforting if not for the threat to which his eyes closed while he slowly disappeared.
You watched his disguise fall and had to close your eyes shut, and hard.
Osiris always used a body as a vessel to appear before you or anyone after his own was thrown in the Nile River. You knew it, and even though you didn't expect anything else from him you couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes and look down at your feet where his puppet was left.
