Callyieverse: Gods & Monsters

The high-rise penthouse gleamed in the golden haze of a setting sun, its opulent Ancient Environment décor reflecting the extravagance of its mummy owners. 

Cloaked with divine magic, Eris lounged on a chaise, the golden Apple of Discord twirling lazily in her manicured fingers. She had a look of profound boredom, which for her was always dangerous. Across from her, cloaked as well, Sekhmet stood by the cradle, her feline eyes narrowed as she stared at its tiny occupant.

The newborn Titan lay nestled in the plush cradle, her fur still patchy and uneven as it grew in, but her presence was undeniable. Even at just a few days old, the infant radiated a raw magical energy that made the air around her dense. Sekhmet, the Lioness Goddess, let out a low growl of annoyance, her large, muscular form tense as she loomed over the child.

“It’s so ugly you can almost feel sorry for it.” Sekhmet muttered, her voice in her usual stern tone.

Suddenly, the baby stirred. Her eyes, impossibly large and gleaming like blue jewels, opened and locked onto Sekhmet. The Lioness raised an eyebrow, her tail flicking. With deliberate slowness, she leaned closer, baring her sharp teeth and twisting her face into a mean snarl.

To her surprise, the baby didn’t cry. The baby giggled, her tiny claws reaching toward Sekhmet’s face. The goddess scowled deeper, contorting her expression into an even nastier snarl. The baby laughed louder, clapping her chubby hands with delight.

Sekhmet straightened, crossing her arms. 

“I do not like you…beastie.” She said flatly, her tail flicking behind her in irritation. “Why are we looking at a baby Titan again? I know they’re rare, but this one is hardly a threat.”

“Oh, Sekhmet, darling, you’re so delightfully dense. Threats aren’t always about now, you know. It’s about what this little furball could be.” Eris chuckled from her chaise, her voice dripping with amusement. She popped a grape into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, still twirling the Apple in her free hand.

Sekhmet sneered, glancing back at the baby. “What, you think this thing is going to grow up and overthrow the gods? Please. It can barely grow its own fur.”

“That’s what makes it so delicious!” Eris cooed, hopping off the chaise and sauntering over to the cradle. She leaned over the baby, who gurgled and reached for the golden Apple. “This little bundle of chaos is just brimming with potential. Imagine the mayhem she could unleash. One day, she might even rival me.”

Sekhmet rolled her eyes. “You’re projecting. Just because you’re a walking disaster doesn’t mean every overpowered brat is going to follow suit.”

Eris gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock offense. “A walking disaster? How dare you, Sekhmet! I am a cultivated connoisseur of chaos. This—” she gestured dramatically at the baby “—is an unpolished gem. A diamond in the rough! A future scourge of order!”

“Or she's just another Titan with too much magic and not enough sense. You’re betting on potential that might not exist.” Sekhmet said dryly. 

Eris leaned in closer to Sekhmet, her blue eyes narrowing, her playful tone taking on a sharp edge. “Oh, but isn’t that the best kind of bet? High stakes, uncertain outcomes, the chance to ruin everything and laugh while doing it?”

Sekhmet huffed, her ears twitching. “You’re impossible.” Sekhmet huffed, her ears twitching. Her tail lashed behind her as she folded her arms, her golden eyes narrowing at the goddess of chaos. “And you’ve still yet to explain why we’re here, Eris. I’ve no time for your incessant games.”

Eris smirked, leaning back in her chair with a lazy grace that belied the wicked sharpness in her eyes. “Oh, dear Sekhmet, you wound me. Do you really think I’d drag you all the way to Earth without good reason?”

Sekhmet’s expression didn’t waver. “I do, because I know you. Now, speak plainly, or I’ll have no choice but to take my leave. I’ve better things to occupy my time.”

Eris sat forward, her grin widening. “Better things? Like moping around under Ra’s thumb, pretending you don’t dream of the mortal world? I know your issue, Sekhy. I know the fire that burns within you—trapped, yearning to escape the gilded cage.”

Sekhmet stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You presume much.”

“I know much, darling.” Eris countered, her voice softening, though her tone remained wickedly teasing. “And I know you’d give anything to walk among the mortals again, to taste freedom as the others do.”

Sekhmet’s claws flexed at her sides, her gaze narrowing. “Ra’s watchful eyes make such dreams folly.”

“Which is why,” Eris said, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, “you need a way to move undetected. A clever disguise. Something no god would expect.”

Sekhmet tilted her head, her golden mane catching the dim light like a halo. “I have no patience for your riddles. Speak plainly.”

“Fine.” Eris stepped closer to the cradle, her mischievous grin widening. "We’re here because this little one is the answer to your dilemma, my dear Sekhy."

Sekhmet’s ears twitched again, her lips curving downward in a frown. "Explain?"

Eris turned to face her, her expression a mixture of amusement and condescension. "Don’t play coy with me. You’re miserable, stuck in Duat, chained to Ra’s ever-watchful eye. You long to wander the mortal world like the other gods and goddesses, but our dear all-seeing Ra would never allow his precious Eye to stray too far, now would he?"

Sekhmet’s golden eyes darkened as she turned her gaze to the cradle. "It is not my place to defy him. My role is to serve as his extension, his wrath, his justice, his Eye."

"Ugh, spare me the dutiful daughter routine." Eris snapped, her tone sharp. "You’re suffocating under his control, and you know it. I’ve seen it in your eyes. You want freedom. You crave it. And I have the perfect way for you to get it."

Sekhmet’s posture stiffened, her hand instinctively brushing the Eye of Ra necklace that hung heavy around her neck. "If you speak of rebellion, I will hear no more of it."

Eris’s grin grew wider, a spark of chaotic energy glinting in her eyes. "Rebellion? Hardly. I’m offering you a disguise, a loophole so clever even Ra himself wouldn’t suspect it."

Sekhmet raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her silence urging Eris to continue.

"This little Titan," Eris gestured toward the infant. "is the first born on Earth in centuries. Her power is immense, raw, and untapped. And, most importantly, her body can withstand you."

Sekhmet’s ears flattened slightly, her gaze narrowing. "What are you implying?"

Eris sauntered closer, leaning against the cradle as she toyed with one of its gilded edges. "I’m saying you possess her, Sekhmet. Use her body as your own. The gods would never suspect the great and mighty Eye of Ra masquerading as a Titan. It’s the perfect ruse. You can walk Earth, free of Ra’s gaze, while he believes you are just missing in Duat."

Sekhmet’s expression didn’t waver, though a flicker of unease passed through her golden eyes. "You would have me destroy an innocent soul for my own desires? That is not the way of a goddess."

Eris rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, spare me the moral high ground. Titans have been the enemies of gods since the dawn of creation. This one’s fate was sealed the moment she was born. Better her body serve a higher purpose."

Sekhmet turned her gaze back to the sleeping infant. The child’s tiny claws twitched as she dreamed, her chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

"The soul would be erased." Sekhmet murmured. "Nothing of her would remain."

Eris shrugged, smirking. "A small price to pay for your freedom, wouldn’t you agree?"

The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken tension. Sekhmet’s claws flexed at her sides, her mind torn between duty and longing.

"You ask much of me." Sekhmet said finally.

"Pssst, I’m only asking you to choose yourself for once. You’ve given everything to Ra, to his plans, to his vision of order. Don’t you deserve to have something for yourself? To live, not just exist as his Eye?"

Sekhmet’s eyes closed briefly, the weight of Eris’s words pressing heavily on her. When she opened them again, her gaze was resolute.

"What would this entail?" she asked, her voice steady.

Eris’s grin returned, full of triumph. "Simple. I’ll guide you through the possession. It’s not unlike stepping into a new pair of shoes—well, powerful, Titan-sized shoes, in this case. Your essence will merge with hers, your consciousness overriding her own and burning it away. Once the process is complete, you’ll have a new body, free to walk the Earth as you please."

Sekhmet took a step closer to the cradle, her towering form casting a shadow over the sleeping baby. She studied the infant’s face, so peaceful and unburdened, and felt a pang of guilt she couldn’t quite suppress.

"You’ve done this before?" Sekhmet said, her voice edged with suspicion.

Eris laughed, the sound echoing through the room like chimes caught in a storm. "Oh, countless times, darling. Though I must admit, never with someone as… robust as you. Titans are a special case. Most bodies would simply incinerate with your power inside them. This little one, however? With her lineage and innate magical power, she’s built for it."

Sekhmet’s claws grazed the edge of the cradle, her expression unreadable. "If I do this, there is no turning back. I will cease to be as the world knows me."

Eris tilted her head, her grin softening. "No, my dear. You’ll be something far more interesting. The gods will whisper your name in awe and fear, and Ra will never see it coming."

For a long moment, Sekhmet said nothing, her gaze fixed on the infant. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, she turned to Eris.

"Very well." she said, her voice steady. "Show me what must be done."

Eris’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she stepped forward, her hands glowing with chaotic energy. "Oh, this will be fun."

The room filled with an otherworldly light as Eris began the ritual, her voice chanting in an ancient tongue. The air grew thick with power, and Sekhmet’s form shimmered, her essence beginning to transfigure itself.

Sekhmet let out a low growl as her spirit began to untether from her corporeal form. The golden light of her divine essence swirled like molten sunfire, her sharp gaze fixed on Eris, who stood at the center of the ritual circle with an expression of feigned concentration.

"Remember," Sekhmet said, her voice echoing unnaturally, "this must be flawless, Eris. If there’s even the smallest mistake, my essence could reduce this whole city into nothingness."

Eris nodded, her delicate fingers tracing an intricate pattern in the air, glowing with chaotic energy. "Oh, of course, darling," she replied, her voice dripping with syrupy assurance. "You have my word."

The circle pulsed with wild energy as Eris began to chant again, her words ancient and otherworldly, dripping with power and intent. Sekhmet's glowing form compressed further, pulled toward the cradle where the infant lay in silken cloth. The child’s tiny form seemed impossibly small compared to the tremendous energy swirling around her.

Glowing threads of light coiled around Sekhmet’s essence, drawing her spirit closer to the infant. The threads of magic weaved into the infant’s body, binding Sekhmet to the baby’s mind in a deep, irrevocable way.

Sekhmet’s light surged forward, merging with the baby’s chest in a burst of golden brilliance. The baby let out a soft, startled cry before falling silent again, her little chest rising and falling rhythmically. Eris’s voice rose in intensity, her arms outstretched as the ritual reached its crescendo. 

Sekhmet’s physical body dissolved completely, leaving only the soft golden glow radiating faintly from the baby. Eris stepped back, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.

“And there we are." Eris said, her tone light. "All done. Perfectly executed, of course."

But, as the air hummed with the ritual’s residual energy, there was something off, something mischievous glinting in Eris’s eyes.

The process appeared flawless, but then, as Sekhmet’s essence fully settled within her new vessel, Eris’s lips curved into a wicked smile. She stepped back, her hands dropping from the air, the ritual’s completion leaving a lingering, expectant silence.

Inside the child’s consciousness, Sekhmet’s presence stirred. Her essence settled into the spiritual plane within the infant Titan, an unfamiliar and uncomfortable confinement. She could feel the baby’s unformed mind and latent power humming faintly.

“Strange…” Sekhmet muttered to herself. She tried to exert her will, to test the bounds of her new vessel. But something was off. Her power felt... constrained. Diminished. Her attempts to connect with the vessel’s body met resistance, like a river dammed before it could flow.

Sekhmet looked around, finding herself in a dark, eerie, and damp expanse. The air was heavy with an oppressive stillness, broken only by the faint dripping of unseen water. Towering before her stood a massive set of barred gates, their intricate, chaotic patterns of ancient Greek runes glowing faintly. Unlike the clarity of Egyptian hieroglyphs, the runes appeared erratic and nonsensical, a maddening reflection of Eris’s chaotic essence.

The gates pulsed faintly, their energy binding Sekhmet within an intangible yet impenetrable cage. She paced the shadowy expanse behind them, her essence seething with frustration. The flickering glow of the runes illuminated her prison, casting warped shadows on the damp, stone-like ground. The runes twisted and coiled in chaotic patterns, their meanings elusive and nonsensical. Every attempt to decipher the seal only deepened her growing fury—she was a goddess of war, not a scholar of chaos. The gates that radiated Eris’s presence, a chaotic energy that seemed to mock Sekhmet with every pulse.

Outside, Eris’s lips twisted into a wide grin. She watched the golden glow fade from the baby’s body and crossed her arms, leaning back on one foot.

Then she threw her head back, the sound of wild laughter filling the air, harsh and manic. It echoed like a cruel joke bouncing off the walls of the space. Sekhmet, still lost in her transformation, remained unaware of what actually just happened.

“Oh, Sekhmet, you total fool!” Eris said between gasps of mirth. "You actually fell for it! You, the mighty Sekhmet, defeated by your own stupidity, trapped inside an infant Titaness. Oh, this is too rich!"

Sekhmet’s presence, now intertwined with the baby’s consciousness, could sense the change, feel the faintest tremor of the power she had once possessed, now sealed and suppressed deep inside the vessel of this new, flawed body. She strained against the bond, pushing, trying to reach through the baby’s consciousness to reclaim control. But there was nothing, just the overwhelming weight of the seal that Eris had placed upon her—too complex, too strong to break free from.

Sekhmet’s voice rang out within the mental plane, a voice of pure fury.

The golden energy within the baby pulsed sharply, as if Sekhmet had heard her. Inside her spiritual plane, Sekhmet’s fury flared, though it was muted by her constrained state.

“Eris!" Sekhmet’s voice roared through the spiritual connection. “What is the meaning of this?! What have you done?”

Eris’s laughter grew louder, echoing through the chamber. She wiped a tear from her eye, her shoulders still shaking with amusement. “Oh, Sekhmet, my dear, my dearest lioness. Did you really think I’d just help you? That I’d willingly give you another chance to parade around in all your glory? Oh no, no, no.”

"You tricked me?!" Sekhmet bellowed, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief.

“Tricked you? Sweetie, I pulled off the prank of eternity! You’re not possessing a Titan. You’re sealed inside one!” Eris said, practically glowing with pride. “Oh, Sekhmet, my dear, you poor, misguided fool. Did you really think I was helping you? You’re trapped now—inside the vessel of a Titaness, but she’s not just any Titaness. She’s a defective Titan now, one whose powers are barely a fraction of what they should be. Her powers, even her very connection to her own magic, are practically nonexistent with you locked up inside her. She’s nothing but a broken shell. Your magic? Gone. Your strength? Gone. And you? Well, you’re stuck inside her. ”

Sekhmet’s fury was like a caged storm. She pushed against the invisible bindings within the baby, only to feel the seal tighten further, locking her in place. She could sense the baby’s tiny, unstable magic flows, a far cry from the vast wellspring of power Sekhmet had expected to command.

“You vile, treacherous witch,” Sekhmet spat. “You’ll pay for this, Eris. I will find a way out, and when I do—”

Sekhmet’s rage surged. She roared in fury, thrashing within the mental confines of the child’s body and mind, her spiritual form banging against the confines of the massive gates that held her locked away. They were adorned with the intricate, ancient Greek-shaped seal—a symbol of the bond between Sekhmet’s essence and the child’s body. The gates were colossal, unyielding, and the deeper Sekhmet pressed against them, the stronger the resistance became. The pressure of the seal pressed back on her, keeping her confined, controlling her movements, limiting her freedom.

“Let me out!” Sekhmet screamed, the force of her words shaking the mental plane. “I will tear you apart limb by limb, Eris! You’ll regret this!”

Eris’s voice, now calm and steady, rang out in response, a taunting lilt beneath her words. “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats, Sekhy. You’re sealed in there, and the only way out is through the girl herself. You’re bound to her, every thought, every breath, every movement. You wanted to possess her body, but instead, I’ve given you something far worse. You’re locked inside, in the very place you never wanted to be—powerless, trapped, and in a cage of your own choice!”

Sekhmet’s essence trembled with the weight of Eris’s words. There was no escape. No strength to pull her free. Every ounce of Sekhmet’s formidable power was tied to the seal that held her captive. She wasn’t in control of the baby’s body. In fact, she barely had any control of her own. The magic of the Titaness, once untamed and boundless, was now a feeble spark—utterly dependent on Eris’s whims.

The connection between Sekhmet and the baby pulsed with the bond. Sekhmet could feel the baby’s presence, the warmth of her body, the flicker of thoughts—emotions that were raw and confusing. It was as if the baby’s every sensation was now Sekhmet’s, too. But the sheer weakness of the baby’s magic frustrated Sekhmet to no end. There was nothing there to feed on, no power to absorb. The very force that had made Sekhmet a near-unstoppable force was gone, and in its place was only a flickering shadow of what had once been.

Sekhmet growled again, but her anger was mixed with frustration. “You… bitch. This isn’t over. I’ll find a way to break free.”

Eris’s laughter died down into a smirk, satisfied with the chaos she had caused. “Oh, Sekhmet. You’re so cute when you think you still have a chance. There’s no escape for you now. You’re stuck in a Titan who’s as broken as they come. I can’t wait to see how you handle her emotions, her weaknesses, and let’s not forget puberty. That’s going to be totally hilarious!.”

Sekhmet could feel it now, the pulse of the baby’s emotional state beginning to bleed into her mind. The baby’s thoughts and feelings were chaotic, tangled—raw, unrefined. The Titaness was young, barely aware of the power inside her, and the flood of emotions that Sekhmet felt was overwhelming. Fear. Frustration. The innate confusion of a body that couldn’t wield the power it should have. The infant’s hearts beat erratically, her pulse quickening with the stress of the binding.

Sekhmet’s mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. She wasn’t in control, but she could sense everything that The infant felt. It was a strange, claustrophobic experience. The connection between them wasn’t one of complete unity, but it was strong enough for Sekhmet to feel the tremors of the infant’s confusion and growing frustration.

“By the might of Ra’s solar disk,” Sekhmet spat. “If you don’t release me, Eris—”

“You’ll what?” Eris interrupted, her tone mockingly sweet. “Gnash your little teeth at me? Please. You can’t even scratch the surface of this seal. It’s brilliant work, if I do say so myself. Enjoy your new home!”

Eris turned her gaze to the infant, who now slept peacefully, oblivious to the chaos she’d just inherited. The goddess crouched beside the infant, her voice softening to a coo.

“Oh, ugly little beast." Eris murmured. "You’ll grow up twisted, I’m sure. Enough to make Sekhmet squirm for centuries to come." She leaned closer, brushing a finger over the infant’s cheek. "Do try to be entertaining, darling. I’ll be watching.”

As the magic settled, Eris turned and walked away, the echoes of her laughter still lingering in the air.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” Eris said, her voice like honey laced with poison. “Try not to kill each other, won’t you? Ta-ta.”

Sekhmet, still bound within the infant’s mind, seethed, the usual godly glow around her flashing a bloody red. “I won’t forget this, Eris! You’ll pay for this. I will devour your flesh piece by piece, savoring every moment as I make a meal of your arrogance, and then I will burn your soul to ash and scatter it across the desert sands, where even vultures will refuse to touch it.”

Eris’s form disappeared into the shadows, her presence fading as she left the two of them to their fate. The silence that followed was suffocating, and Sekhmet, now more frustrated than ever, began to focus on the sensation of being trapped. Trapped inside a mind that wasn’t her own, a body that couldn’t follow her.

She could feel the infant stirring beneath her, half-aware, but confused, as though she were just beginning to wake from a deep slumber.

What now? What was Sekhmet’s next move?

The possibilities were endless, but there was one thing she knew for sure: this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. She would find a way to take back what was hers. And Eris? Eris better pray that Sekhmet doesn’t find her.