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It was intoxicating.
Ammit's presence running through his veins. Singing. Bringing with him the power to fulfill the promise he had made to his followers.
Ammit, the devourer of evils.
Ammit, the ruler of humanity.
Ammit, the true goddess among all gods.
Ammit had freed him from Konshu.
Ammit had pointed him out.
Ammit had helped him fool the other gods.
Ammit had chosen him.
And no one, no one was going to stand on his way.
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Seeing Harrow descend into the tomb again, while the light that emanated from it grew stronger, Moon Knight got up from the sand where he had been lying after the little encounter he had had with the ex-avatar of Khonshu.
The power of the man goddess, was too great.
Not even wearing Konshu's armor, which Marc had been able to recover thanks to the intervention of Hathor's avatar, before the gods were betrayed, had allow him to stop the man.
"What are we going to do Marc?"
“I don't know, Steven” he confessed to his alter's voice that was reflected in the reflection of the water next to which he was “I honestly don't know”
"He can't win"
“I know”
Marc expressed finishing standing up with a gasp.
“If he does, it will be worse than what happened with Thanos”
“I know! Do you think I don't know?!”
The former mercenary exclaimed in frustration.
“Marc, he has Layla. We can't fight among us"
Steven whispered terrified and all the desire to argue with his alter, escaped from his body.
His wife.
She was Harrow’s prisoner.
Mark took a deep breath.
“We're going to have to work together, Steven”
"You can count on me"
He raised an eyebrow smiling at the small mirror of water where the reflection of his alter was.
“Do you trust me suddenly?”
"No. I don't trust you, stranger. But I know I can't do it alone and you have skills that I don't have and…”
“Layla needs us”
“Like the world, Marc. Harrow is much bonkers than us”
Spector shook his head.
If anyone asked the world could go to hell.
What had the world ever done for him?
His whole life had been a constant challenge thanks to the fact that this world hadn’t forgiven the innocence of a child and had condemned him to live in fragments for the rest of his existence. To later take advantage of his condition and drag him into his eternal game of hate, revenge and interests, appealing to his idiotic and constant need to feel approved, included, needed.
No. The world didn't give a damn.
But Layla… Layla was another story.
That stubborn girl had never stopped insisting with Marc. Or with Steve. Or with both. Despite knowing the truth. Of how the hands of both were stained with blood. Even blood very close to her. The mistakes they had made hadn't set her apart.
He still remembered how he had cursed and, at the same time, how he had clung to the screen of that hidden phone, where his call list only had two names and hers didn’t stop repeating itself in all those months in which he had tried of forging a life away from his wife, foolishly seeking to protect her from something he never could.
Like Marc's, Layla's destiny was already forged.
At most, he could delay it.
And, considering the circumstances, maybe he shouldn't.
“We need Khonshu” Marc said to Steven's reflection as the suit covered his face again “We need to go back to the pyramid and free that insufferable god”
"I'm with you. Let’s go"
His alter replied and the ex-mercenary nodded, shooting off in the direction of the Great Pyramid.
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“Self-righteous idiots! Damn!”
Khonshu exclaimed, banging against the barrier that kept him imprisoned in the stone.
The gods had fallen to their own indolence.
There were traitors in the Ennead.
How was it that they had failed to see that Harrow was a lunatic?
How had they been so blind to Ammit's machinations until now?
The moon god clenched his fists in anger, as he struck the barrier again.
It was his fault. He should have seen it. Of course, it had been that jerk. For something Hathor had distanced herself from her husband and had been so hurt millennia ago that she had turned her sweet face to someone like Khonshu, who didn’t have as much to offer as the son of Osiris.
And, although the goddess hadn’t made the decision to disobey, abandoning Horus and turning her face again towards humanity, that she had only considered being his beloved for a few moments, as in fact she had, should have made the god of the moon kept a watchful eye on the actions of Horus and his avatar on Earth.
But no, he had let his own work absorb him and the alarm signals hadn’t gone off.
“And I let Harrow manipulate me...”
The exhausted god muttered.
That was the last slap.
He hadn't been able to keep his promise.
He had failed to save humanity.
He, who considered himself true justice, had been nothing more than a puppet in Ammit's hands.
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Yatzil leaned against the wall that led to the Ennead's chamber.
The battle with Ammit's avatar had been a failure. She didn’t know what had happened to the other avatars. She had only one certainty: they had been betrayed by one of their own.
And, until she knew which one of them was, he couldn't trust any of them.
That is why, beaten and bleeding, she had entered the pyramid.
She needed to find a way to free Khonshu.
He was the only one she could trust.
The only one Hathor could still believe in.
“Be careful!”
The goddess avatar heard a voice exclaim in front of her and later she realized that she was tripping over one of the stones that were scattered in the place. But before she hit the ground a stocky body held her.
“Are you okay?”
A deep manly voice asked.
The avatar of the goddess of music and love raised her eyes and fixed her gaze on the person who had assisted her.
“Who…? Who are you?”
She asked the man who, covered in silver armor from head to toe, was helping her up.
“My name is Djarin” the warrior replied “Din Djarin. And this is my ad'ika, Grogu”
The woman blinked when she saw a very cute little green child, with long ears resting on the shoulder of the knight in armor.
“Ad'ika?” she asked the man “What does it mean?”
“The most adequate translation of Din’s language, my lady, would be son”
The avatar of the goddess put her hands over her mouth in surprise at listening to the voice that came from the little boy whose eyes shone with the divine presence.
She knew that hue.
The goddess had transmitted to her the memories she had of precisely that god.
“A… Anubis?”
She asked with a trembling voice to the little boy, who laughed low.
“It is a pleasure to see you again on Earth, the most beautiful of all”