The Greek King that was aboard Akila’s ship was interesting, Set decided. Set had always liked foreigners. They weren’t predictable like Egyptians were. But he also served to be rather useful to the God.



He’d surely piss off the other Egyptian Gods.



Oh Greek honor also interested Set. He’d be sure to cash it in when the moment was right. While the other gods would whine about how Set isn’t paying attention to the war, their small minds unable to see the big picture, Set’s plans would already be in motion.



Chaos knows no bounds.



It’d be a gift to the Greeks, one that the Egyptians hadn’t shown appreciation for. Chaos deserved a home beyond the sands of Egypt, and Set would be sure to give it to his Greek counterparts. Perhaps the circus could be influenced to take their business beyond the sands of Egypt.



Perhaps it was time to spread his influence.



Akila had proved much more useful than Set had realized. She was more than just a sexy ass and bouncing boobs. A pirate’s life was drawn to chaos, or maybe it was simply because she was Set? Either way, her existence would be missed when it inevitably ran its course.



But there was a problem with her and it was the fact that she had little to no influence with the court. Sure, she negotiated with Akhenaten to do something with that awful library, but thus far not a whisper has been heard on that front. For a worshiper of him, that little lordling was proving to be useless.



And everyone else was so involved with their petty drama, like who they were fucking,.. And how they were fucking, that they cared for nothing else. It… irritated Set to think he would have to physically get involved down there with another. But what would they do?



Nothing.



The nobility was too dimwitted to be of any use to Set. Even the so-called Pharoah couldn’t look past his loins to something more… worth Set’s interest. His toys were broken. But maybe through that little King he might find some new toys. When your’s are broken, just borrow from your neighbors.



What were they going to do about it? Start a war?



All he had to do was make sure he lived. The storm god watched as the boat bobbed up and down in the waves. They had been delayed, but perhaps time could yet be made up. As Set’s tattoos shifted, he pursed his lips and blew. Wind picked at the boat’s sails. There, maybe that would help.



For now, all Set could do was watch.