Look at that fire.
The Greeks set it.
It’s still nice.
Fuck the Greeks.
Are Egyptians that much better?
Shut it.
Set’s mood had been foul, he’ll admit. He wanted more excitement. He wanted something other than a small ship of Greek scouts setting fire to Egyptian ships. He knew these things took time. Mortals had to travel an ocean and row until their backs broke and hope the wind would be fair so they could take a break. If Akila taught Set anything it was that shit took time.
But you would think in the meantime the other little mortals would give him something to be entertained by. A fire happened, and instead of fretting over the flames that licked Osiris’s temple, they threw a party and drank wine. Honestly Set was unsure which God should be more offended at that, himself or Osiris.
But then again he didn’t give a damn what his brother thought.
He had leaned on the boat as Akila, talking to some Greek sailor in his cheeky manner. But her view was limited, and from his Du’at Set could see much more. Sitting on the desert Dune he leaned against both hands, staring up at the sky as it painted a picture of the battle field.
“Boring, boring, boring.” Set muttered under his breath, grumpily.
But it’s fire.
You love fire.
“Sekhmet loves fire,” Set corrected the agents of chaos that resided in his mind. “I love what comes from fire.”
And in this… nothing happened. Sure, fighting. But the Greeks were getting away. Where were the real battles? The gore that Set came to expect when mortals warred. Where was the chaos?
You have to make it happen.
Do something. Do anything.
“I can’t be expected to do everything. I’ve given enough.” Set snapped at the voices. “They’re the ones that choose to be unappreciative. They’ll die by Greek hands and I’ll care not. This is a war. They should be embracing chaos, praying for me to cause trouble for the Greeks. If they choose to ignore me, they will be the ones that suffer.”
Doing nothing is boring.
So boring.
With a wave of his hand Set stopped paying attention to the scene. Akila would sail away, and Set no longer would watch as the Egyptians fumbled about like children wielding swords for the first time.
“It won’t remain boring for long.” Set stood from his dune. A seed materialized in his hand. It floated over to the water that surrounded his little island, plopping into it sending gentle ripples all around.
“Just you wait.”
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