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It wasn’t rare for Set to hate gods. He didn’t like Osiris, he didn’t like Horus. But one god he truly loathed was Aphosis.
The night went the way it would normally, much to the Chaos God’s displeasure. With his wife deep in her slumber and all the other gods unavailable to pester (or fuck) Set sat in the center of his dune and watched the lights flash upon the sky. His little toys weren’t any interesting this evening. They showed pictures of humans how they typically were. They fought over greed, over ‘love’, and over all matters that were normal and thus horribly boring. It was not a night for chaos.
Or so it would seem.
In a realm that existed purely in chaos, one would think more chaos could hide within it. Set, however, would be able to sense that asshole anywhere. Aphosis. Another element of chaos, this one was more volatile than the rest. Hungry, angry, constantly shedding his skin and regenerating for a war that he would never win. God wasn’t a worthy title for him. He was a snake- and only that.
“Out,” Set did not move from his spot, though his tattoos began to spark. He felt his power surge to the forefront, ready for the attack from any direction. Did the snake finally learn fighting Ra during his trip was foolish? Or was he trying to become true chaos?
Set would never allow that.
“Sssset,” The snake spoke. Still, Set did not move. “We both sssserve chaossss. Why not become one?”
Idiot.
“I do not serve chaos,” Set said to Aphosis. “I am chaos.”
From the shadow of darkness came the snake, lunging at Set with his teeth bared. But as the snake made contact with the god, instead it went through. The body that was Set dissipated, like mist in a breeze. From those same shadows Set returned, wielding his was-scepter. Lightning sparked from the scepter and tattoos, and his eyes were a solid blue, as it was engulfed with power. He brought the scepter towards Aphosis who dodged a second before impact.
“Sssssleep Ssset,” he hissed, Aphosis radiating his own power. It was an interesting one, Set would give him that. So many of his siblings have fallen for it, a power to even cause gods to slumber. Set himself felt heavy like his mind was trapped in a fog. A cloud.
But he was not weak. Not like the others.
Set’s eyes glowed a near white as his was-scepter slammed into Aphosis and the clouds in his head swirled into a storm, the lightning breaking through and clearing the way. The snaked let out a giant hiss in frustration and pain, as electricity ran through the god, stunning him.
Set’s hand grasped at the snake. It thrashed and wiggled in the God’s hand to no prevail. Set should just kill him. It was a daily occurrence. He’d regenerate by dawn, and attack once again- usually Ra.
Or he could do something more fun. “You want chaos?” Set sneered. “You think you have what it takes?”
This would be fun. Set disappeared from his realm, with Aphosis still in his hand. When he rematerialized, he was in Horus’s where he chucked the snake right into it. The two people he hated? They can have fun together.
The last thing Set thought before returning to his own du’at was a simple: Ha! Fuck you.
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It wasn’t rare for Set to hate gods. He didn’t like Osiris, he didn’t like Horus. But one god he truly loathed was Aphosis.
The night went the way it would normally, much to the Chaos God’s displeasure. With his wife deep in her slumber and all the other gods unavailable to pester (or fuck) Set sat in the center of his dune and watched the lights flash upon the sky. His little toys weren’t any interesting this evening. They showed pictures of humans how they typically were. They fought over greed, over ‘love’, and over all matters that were normal and thus horribly boring. It was not a night for chaos.
Or so it would seem.
In a realm that existed purely in chaos, one would think more chaos could hide within it. Set, however, would be able to sense that asshole anywhere. Aphosis. Another element of chaos, this one was more volatile than the rest. Hungry, angry, constantly shedding his skin and regenerating for a war that he would never win. God wasn’t a worthy title for him. He was a snake- and only that.
“Out,” Set did not move from his spot, though his tattoos began to spark. He felt his power surge to the forefront, ready for the attack from any direction. Did the snake finally learn fighting Ra during his trip was foolish? Or was he trying to become true chaos?
Set would never allow that.
“Sssset,” The snake spoke. Still, Set did not move. “We both sssserve chaossss. Why not become one?”
Idiot.
“I do not serve chaos,” Set said to Aphosis. “I am chaos.”
From the shadow of darkness came the snake, lunging at Set with his teeth bared. But as the snake made contact with the god, instead it went through. The body that was Set dissipated, like mist in a breeze. From those same shadows Set returned, wielding his was-scepter. Lightning sparked from the scepter and tattoos, and his eyes were a solid blue, as it was engulfed with power. He brought the scepter towards Aphosis who dodged a second before impact.
“Sssssleep Ssset,” he hissed, Aphosis radiating his own power. It was an interesting one, Set would give him that. So many of his siblings have fallen for it, a power to even cause gods to slumber. Set himself felt heavy like his mind was trapped in a fog. A cloud.
But he was not weak. Not like the others.
Set’s eyes glowed a near white as his was-scepter slammed into Aphosis and the clouds in his head swirled into a storm, the lightning breaking through and clearing the way. The snaked let out a giant hiss in frustration and pain, as electricity ran through the god, stunning him.
Set’s hand grasped at the snake. It thrashed and wiggled in the God’s hand to no prevail. Set should just kill him. It was a daily occurrence. He’d regenerate by dawn, and attack once again- usually Ra.
Or he could do something more fun. “You want chaos?” Set sneered. “You think you have what it takes?”
This would be fun. Set disappeared from his realm, with Aphosis still in his hand. When he rematerialized, he was in Horus’s where he chucked the snake right into it. The two people he hated? They can have fun together.
The last thing Set thought before returning to his own du’at was a simple: Ha! Fuck you.
It wasn’t rare for Set to hate gods. He didn’t like Osiris, he didn’t like Horus. But one god he truly loathed was Aphosis.
The night went the way it would normally, much to the Chaos God’s displeasure. With his wife deep in her slumber and all the other gods unavailable to pester (or fuck) Set sat in the center of his dune and watched the lights flash upon the sky. His little toys weren’t any interesting this evening. They showed pictures of humans how they typically were. They fought over greed, over ‘love’, and over all matters that were normal and thus horribly boring. It was not a night for chaos.
Or so it would seem.
In a realm that existed purely in chaos, one would think more chaos could hide within it. Set, however, would be able to sense that asshole anywhere. Aphosis. Another element of chaos, this one was more volatile than the rest. Hungry, angry, constantly shedding his skin and regenerating for a war that he would never win. God wasn’t a worthy title for him. He was a snake- and only that.
“Out,” Set did not move from his spot, though his tattoos began to spark. He felt his power surge to the forefront, ready for the attack from any direction. Did the snake finally learn fighting Ra during his trip was foolish? Or was he trying to become true chaos?
Set would never allow that.
“Sssset,” The snake spoke. Still, Set did not move. “We both sssserve chaossss. Why not become one?”
Idiot.
“I do not serve chaos,” Set said to Aphosis. “I am chaos.”
From the shadow of darkness came the snake, lunging at Set with his teeth bared. But as the snake made contact with the god, instead it went through. The body that was Set dissipated, like mist in a breeze. From those same shadows Set returned, wielding his was-scepter. Lightning sparked from the scepter and tattoos, and his eyes were a solid blue, as it was engulfed with power. He brought the scepter towards Aphosis who dodged a second before impact.
“Sssssleep Ssset,” he hissed, Aphosis radiating his own power. It was an interesting one, Set would give him that. So many of his siblings have fallen for it, a power to even cause gods to slumber. Set himself felt heavy like his mind was trapped in a fog. A cloud.
But he was not weak. Not like the others.
Set’s eyes glowed a near white as his was-scepter slammed into Aphosis and the clouds in his head swirled into a storm, the lightning breaking through and clearing the way. The snaked let out a giant hiss in frustration and pain, as electricity ran through the god, stunning him.
Set’s hand grasped at the snake. It thrashed and wiggled in the God’s hand to no prevail. Set should just kill him. It was a daily occurrence. He’d regenerate by dawn, and attack once again- usually Ra.
Or he could do something more fun. “You want chaos?” Set sneered. “You think you have what it takes?”
This would be fun. Set disappeared from his realm, with Aphosis still in his hand. When he rematerialized, he was in Horus’s where he chucked the snake right into it. The two people he hated? They can have fun together.
The last thing Set thought before returning to his own du’at was a simple: Ha! Fuck you.
It was, all things told, a dull day. Horus had amused himself a while toying with the sky, pushing clouds around so that Ra mighty shine his sun more brightly. Little things that Horus would say should make the God more amenable to his suggestions in the future. Yes, he would build good favour where he could and then call it in when required.
To be immortal was to play the long game, after all.
So had it been any other visitor disturbing his solitude, Harsiseis would not have minded, he would have welcomed the company. But when the air around him shimmered in that manner than let him know one of his brethren was near, it was not one who would be well-received.
Horus’ focus honed in on the location of the intruder immediately, sky blue eyes darkening as his attention drifted to where the corporeal form of his Uncle took shape and then vanished almost as quickly, though not before leaving a gift it would seem.
Urghhhhhhh
With a curl of his lip that betrayed precisely what he thought of the newest arrival in his Duat, Horus was quick to wave a hand to silence the snake before he could attempt of his mind-fuckery.
“ Can you two not play nicely still?” he asked, eyeing the serpentine form that Apophis seemed to favour for some unknown reason. He could feel the other god pressing against the bindings he’d put in place, and boredom and curiosity had him release them, just for a moment, to see what Apophis had to say for himself.
If he wanted a fight….well, Horus wasn’t entirely disinclined to give him one. Annoyance that Set has posted this lesser being into his dominion simmered beneath his skin, and he rolled his shoulders before climbing gracefully to his feet and lifting his hand so that his blade settled in his grip.
Apophis, clearly not learning that his struggles against the true gods were fruitless, lunged at him, the dry slither of scales setting Horus’ teeth on edge.
“Has Ra not convinced you to give up yet, snake? So small-brained that you cannot see the futility in repeating your mistakes over and over again?”
He would entertain himself a little while; it never hurt to keep his skills sharp, and Apophis was quick if nothing else. Idly, Hariseis wondered if would knit back together if he cut his head from his body, or perhaps split into two? That would be interesting to find out. Perhaps then he could send the pieces back to Set, or as a little gift to Ra, so his Uncle would know his night might pass easier than usual.
The blade made a hiss of its own as it cut through the air toward the serpent.
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It was, all things told, a dull day. Horus had amused himself a while toying with the sky, pushing clouds around so that Ra mighty shine his sun more brightly. Little things that Horus would say should make the God more amenable to his suggestions in the future. Yes, he would build good favour where he could and then call it in when required.
To be immortal was to play the long game, after all.
So had it been any other visitor disturbing his solitude, Harsiseis would not have minded, he would have welcomed the company. But when the air around him shimmered in that manner than let him know one of his brethren was near, it was not one who would be well-received.
Horus’ focus honed in on the location of the intruder immediately, sky blue eyes darkening as his attention drifted to where the corporeal form of his Uncle took shape and then vanished almost as quickly, though not before leaving a gift it would seem.
Urghhhhhhh
With a curl of his lip that betrayed precisely what he thought of the newest arrival in his Duat, Horus was quick to wave a hand to silence the snake before he could attempt of his mind-fuckery.
“ Can you two not play nicely still?” he asked, eyeing the serpentine form that Apophis seemed to favour for some unknown reason. He could feel the other god pressing against the bindings he’d put in place, and boredom and curiosity had him release them, just for a moment, to see what Apophis had to say for himself.
If he wanted a fight….well, Horus wasn’t entirely disinclined to give him one. Annoyance that Set has posted this lesser being into his dominion simmered beneath his skin, and he rolled his shoulders before climbing gracefully to his feet and lifting his hand so that his blade settled in his grip.
Apophis, clearly not learning that his struggles against the true gods were fruitless, lunged at him, the dry slither of scales setting Horus’ teeth on edge.
“Has Ra not convinced you to give up yet, snake? So small-brained that you cannot see the futility in repeating your mistakes over and over again?”
He would entertain himself a little while; it never hurt to keep his skills sharp, and Apophis was quick if nothing else. Idly, Hariseis wondered if would knit back together if he cut his head from his body, or perhaps split into two? That would be interesting to find out. Perhaps then he could send the pieces back to Set, or as a little gift to Ra, so his Uncle would know his night might pass easier than usual.
The blade made a hiss of its own as it cut through the air toward the serpent.
It was, all things told, a dull day. Horus had amused himself a while toying with the sky, pushing clouds around so that Ra mighty shine his sun more brightly. Little things that Horus would say should make the God more amenable to his suggestions in the future. Yes, he would build good favour where he could and then call it in when required.
To be immortal was to play the long game, after all.
So had it been any other visitor disturbing his solitude, Harsiseis would not have minded, he would have welcomed the company. But when the air around him shimmered in that manner than let him know one of his brethren was near, it was not one who would be well-received.
Horus’ focus honed in on the location of the intruder immediately, sky blue eyes darkening as his attention drifted to where the corporeal form of his Uncle took shape and then vanished almost as quickly, though not before leaving a gift it would seem.
Urghhhhhhh
With a curl of his lip that betrayed precisely what he thought of the newest arrival in his Duat, Horus was quick to wave a hand to silence the snake before he could attempt of his mind-fuckery.
“ Can you two not play nicely still?” he asked, eyeing the serpentine form that Apophis seemed to favour for some unknown reason. He could feel the other god pressing against the bindings he’d put in place, and boredom and curiosity had him release them, just for a moment, to see what Apophis had to say for himself.
If he wanted a fight….well, Horus wasn’t entirely disinclined to give him one. Annoyance that Set has posted this lesser being into his dominion simmered beneath his skin, and he rolled his shoulders before climbing gracefully to his feet and lifting his hand so that his blade settled in his grip.
Apophis, clearly not learning that his struggles against the true gods were fruitless, lunged at him, the dry slither of scales setting Horus’ teeth on edge.
“Has Ra not convinced you to give up yet, snake? So small-brained that you cannot see the futility in repeating your mistakes over and over again?”
He would entertain himself a little while; it never hurt to keep his skills sharp, and Apophis was quick if nothing else. Idly, Hariseis wondered if would knit back together if he cut his head from his body, or perhaps split into two? That would be interesting to find out. Perhaps then he could send the pieces back to Set, or as a little gift to Ra, so his Uncle would know his night might pass easier than usual.
The blade made a hiss of its own as it cut through the air toward the serpent.
