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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
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A few days later
God of death was right.
Even after healing every inch of injury on your body you still felt his hand forcing the air out of your lungs and every single other hit you received from him.
"You want us to spy...?" The priest asked Seth who looked irritated.
He found out that the unknown god from a few nights before was Anubis, and decided to sent spies in Heliopolis.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
"What informations do you want..?"
"Don't you know what a spy does ?" The god of wars temper was acting up again. "You're recruiting mercenaries because you want something from me right now?" He stood and forced the sharp side of a blade to stab close to where the mortal was kneeling. "Do you think I'm deaf or blind ?" He grinned wickedly.
The priest suddenly started laughing, until bowing lower along with all his worshipers.
"Of course you knew! Please give us orders..."
This is when you decided to leave the tent and sigh deeply.
All this was tragical nonsense.
You could go back in your temple and face whatever wrath was to be thrown upon you. Could you not ?
And yet you were still there taking part of this roleplay of who's to be a god and servant.
There was yet again a falcon on one of the trees staring at you as you kissed your teeth before raising an arm.
It didn't move. And you set your arm to the side signaling for it to come closer.
The bird flew off, and landed right over your forearm as you made it face you.
The god of lies and whispers tilted her head to the side when looking at the eyes of the creature.
It was clear that someone was spying on them, or her in this case.
But a falcon was one fine choice of a servant.
She couldn't remember who could be behind it. You continued torturing your mind until glancing a quick Look behind you.
There was no one.
You walked to your tent and made sure to close the curtains behind you.
With a quiet sound you set the bird over your shoulder while looking for a piece of paper and a pen.
"Where the hell-" you cursed until a hand offered you what you were looking for over your shoulder.
"Thank you." You said and started writing down until pausing.
Only now realizing that there was someone in your tent you turned to face the man giving you a knowing smile.
"Ah looks like I got caught." The foreign god said while your shoulders tensed. "I couldn't resist helping a lady in distress."
As if to justify his words he took hold of your hand and kissed the back of it before you could pull away displeased.
"Get out." You said but he did not.
"Why so quick ? I just got here." He spoke, watching you attach the small note to the foot of the falcon.
He didn't comment on it and watched delighted when you whispered something to the bird as it complied, leaving to deliver the message to his master.
Whoever it was.
Your attention was caught back on the foreign god when you smelled the faint scent of dried blood.
Your nose scrunched and you turned to face him as he smiled while blinking at your suspicions.
"Is that-" you were about to finish your sentence as he cut you with an exaggerated blush.
"Soap ? Yes I took a bath." He said and your expression dropped to disappointment. "I'm glad you noticed ! I serve you and Seth now so who knows what I might have to assist you with-"
You gasped when he pouted his lips forward while holding both of his hands like a young mistress to steal a kiss from your lips.
"Seth was right, you're a useless tall dick." You said, repeating the wars gods own words as he blinked a few times.
He seemed for a moment surprised, that you had heard their conversation despite not being anywhere near earshot.
The foreign god had to suppress a smirk, he should be careful then of what he spoke of or what he did. Because now he knew a bit more of your abilities.
He hid his wickedness with another incident smile while leaning over a bit closer, his hand going to reach for the desk behind you as your arms remained folded over your chest.
"It is tall and excellent." He spoke low. "Perhaps you want a tas-" he was interrupted with your fist meeting his jaw as he had to put some distance in between you two.
You looked at him with disgust before scoffing at your own action.
You were really starting to act like Seth and it was not good.
"What a shot !" The foreign god complimented as you stared at him dumbfounded.
He took a short pause as it left you just enough time to look toward the exit of the tent. Hopefully the owner of the falcon would receive your message and act upon it.
