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wisyhana · 7 months
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Destructionshipping Monster Tamer AU
So here are some of the drawings from this AU and a little summary of what is about and how is the story going (it's still a work in process so I'd probably change a few details in the future):
It's basically about Yugi (half elf), Jonou (human), Seto (elf) and Atem (human) as beast tamers all set in a fantasy world. Each of them protects their own region, they're in charge to prevent any monster from disturbing the life of people. They're not hunters, they work to take those beasts and return them back to their lands. Sometimes they keep some beasts as pets (Jonou), partners (Yugi and Atem), even trophies (Seto) 
All starts when Seto shares some information about the movement of a peculiar dragon, one of its kind that had entered Yugi's territory. No beast tamer want to deal with that dragon since it's known for its destructive power. All the tales talk about Gandora being a powerful type of dragon that even managed to bring itself to extintion, a single of its kind is enough to be considered a problem. So having the last Gandora wandering around is enought to concern a whole region.  Seto only cares about its region and doesn't want to get involve, especially when is about a dragon that can instantly kill/destroy everything, so he only 'wishes luck' to Yugi and see if he can survive Gandora's visit. Jonou feels uncapable of helping but encourage Yugi to find a way to lead Gandora out. Of course Yugi is very curious about this dragon and wants to find out more of em.   
Yugi here moves more around his own curiosity more than other thing, as the games in Duel Monster, he can't reject a new game as he can't reject a lone dragon. He investigates and travels to where Gandora is staying: a really dark and dried base of a volcano. It takes a lot for Yugi to find Gandora, he has to go through caves and burnt forests to find the lair of the dragon, who apparently is very awared of Yugi's presence. Gandora tries to kill Yugi MANY times, but Yugi always manage to escape and come back later to study em and find a way to win his trust. Yugi speaks to Gandora noticing that the dragon is capable of understand more than other dragons he knew.
Since Yugi's way too into studying Gandora's behavior he kinda let his region a little aside, so things don't go so well since he's so invested in 'his quest' as Yugi constantly talks about the dragon. Also Gandora doesn't just chill and relax, he slowly destroys the forest that goes around the volcano he's living in, causing monsters to leave and invade human territory. This concerns Jonou (and Seto as well but he's a bitch) and they try to persuade Yugi to shoo Gandora away in some way and protect his land as he should. But big hearted Yugi wants to know what makes Gandora so angry. Eventually Jonou sends a message to Atem and consults him for support.  Atem is a peacemaker and he belongs to no land, he's a traveller that helps people and monsters to keep at peace. He visit the guys in time to time but not really often.
Yugi tries to confront Gandora in some way, almost dying in the process, but he can't calm down Gandora. The boy finds himself failing to his quest, which makes him burst into tears apologizing to Gandora for not being able to help him. In all this time Gandora just acts as a furious beast, but somehow understands when Yugi apologize to him. 
There's no much time to talk when Yugi notices that Atem shows up, he sees Yugi badly wounded and decides is time to take action. Of course Yugi doesn't want him to interfer, but Atem is more concern about him than peace between them. Also Atem kinda scolds Yugi for prioritizing a giant dragon than his own people. So Atem calls for Osiris that's enough to intimidate every beast, but Gandora is stupid and even tries to fight them back. Yugi begs Gandora to leave and this one finally listens to him and flee. Yugi isnt necessarily angry at Atem but his words sure hurt him and there was no more Gandora.... for the moment.
So that's all for now, I'm looking forward to turn Atem into an anti-villain type of character, I like a lot the idea of Yugi and Atem finding themselves disagreeing for the first time and seeing them defending their own ideals. 
Of course all resolves around Gandora finally trusting in Yugi, but it'll take me a few more drawings to explain it! 
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thefirstknife · 8 months
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I'm gonna be 100% real with you in that this is an entirely earnest question and not meant to be me throwing shade or being obtuse in any way.
Osiris is Jewish? I missed this in lore somewhere probably?
Yep! In the opening cutscene to Curse of Osiris, Osiris briefly curses in a non-English language when trying to arrange the cubes. The language spoken is Hebrew! This is due to his voice actor, Oded Fehr, who is Jewish and from Israel and naturally speaks Hebrew. Here's my other post about it!
If it had been just his VA being Jewish, we could speculate about it, but Osiris speaking Hebrew is canon due to this cutscene; they let Oded say this and also kept the line in. This makes him Egyptian Jewish and canonically speaking at least three languages: English, Hebrew (cutscene) and Arabic (the word "sagira" is Arabic for "little one"). Here's also a link to the old Curse of Osiris reveal stream where the devs said that "really early on we made a commitment, we wanted to make sure he was Middle Eastern and he's actually even voiced by Oded Fehr." This shows that his heritage and little details surrounding him are very much relevant.
A lot of Destiny storytelling about heritage is told through names and languages as little details to pick up on. For example, Elsie Bray is very much heavily implied to be Muslim. Back with Beyond Light lore, we got a lot of details about the Bray family, including Sylvie Bray, the mother of Elsie, Willa and Alton. She was shown speaking English and French (+ a single Italian word), and Elsie was shown replying to her using French and the specifically Muslim term "inshallah" which is Arabic. This is repeated in Lightfall's Collector's Edition in Elsie's booklet, showing that Elsie followed the same faith as her mother, or at least honored it:
"Oh daughter," Mom squeezes me tight "You can't make them love you, inshallah. You have to let go."— The horror consumed her as easily as the Stasis. She felt like a frightened child cast loose in the wind. Alone. Every assertion of control met by a temper tantrum in the face of a hurricane…. "Inshallah." She half-remembered her mother's words, and let go.
Words hadn't saved her, or her mother's faith.
Adding this mostly to show how details about names and languages are used to tell us information without having to spell it out directly, but rather to add to the storytelling. This means that these details about Osiris aren't just random, or at least their outcome isn't, now that it's been allowed to become canon through one of the most important cutscenes.
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solar-skeins · 4 months
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Regarding Nezarec Tea and Osiris
I made some theories on why Nezarec's remains worked on waking up Osiris.
(Honourable mention to my partner, Mika, who listened to everything I had to say. I adore you.)
To start,
There is a lore entry somewhere about Xivu / Savathûn bringing a woman into a 'realm'. I could not recall which book was this from, since I read a lot in a single sitting. But this entry basically tells that Xivu (?) brought this woman inside the 'realm' that Savathûn was keeping Osiris in. Paraphrased conversation went something like:
"Is that- Osiris? Sagira's shell... What did you do to her!?"
"Hush, child. He is the first to see this realm."
I will reiterate I do not remember if this was Sav or Xivu, but the lore still stands.
So, what does this have to do with Nezzie and Nezzie Tea?
Well, Savathûn betrayed Nezarec and cursed his remains after she killed him. Entombed him somewhere in a pyramid and all. Perhaps, during that period of time, Sav has been using Nezzie's mind as a prison for Osiris? Osiris, as described in his struggles during his imprisonment and possession (wailing and shouting for Saint. Seeing he's there but cannot actually call to him), is not only trapped in his mind, but within another mind that is Nezarec.
Another spinoff I made was based on the usage of the word 'realm'. Since Nezarec is a disciple of pure Darkness, so being imprisoned in the mind of Nezarec is being imprisoned in Darkness. His mind and the realm is literally Darkness.
Both versions of my theory does lead to the logic of using Nezarec's remains to bring Osiris back to consciousness.
I'm not entirely sure if this is mentioned in the story, I do not have the expansion, I just thought it would be interesting to dive into why Nezarec was made into tea and how it woke up our beloved bird grandpa.
I apologize for any flaws in my theory and my retelling of lore.
I thank you for reading. <3
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gryphis-eyes · 2 years
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⊙ A word of love from a Goddess
• Hello everyone, this pick a card is mostly for people who got a bad relationship with their mother but also those who lack of love in general, it’s motherday tomorrow (where I live) and this kind of day isn’t fun for all of us. Tbh it’s mostly targeted toward people who got issue with their mother but it also is for people who didn’t receive the love they deserve from their family in general.
• The theme of mother is supposed to be gentle, warm and welcoming just like the empress but sadly for some of us ”mother” rhyme with poison, jealousy, violence and fear. Remember, your parent’s behavior isn’t your fault none of us deserve this but sadly it happen so often nowdays, you’re not alone. I found comfort in spirituality so I hope i’ll be able to offer you this comfort in this reading, may those 4 goddess’s words warm your wounded heart.
Note that it’s the first time I fully channel a message without the help of divination tools all I had was the name of 4 egyptian goddess who accepted to help me today, I hope it will help you. ⊙
Pile 1 ◇ Pile 2
Pile 3 ◇ Pile 4
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1. Sekhmet
⊙ Sekhmet is a goddess of war, violence and deadly disease but also a goddess of healing. She can harm and heal, she is the mother of the beautiful Néfertoum.
” You who incarnate the anger of a broken heart, why would you bow so low just in order to feel something that those people aren’t meant to offer ? You are so brave, your heart isn’t an empty place but a palace of gold and the light that come from here isn’t meant for everybody, especially those people who you try to please oh no, no. Your love is meant for your tribe, the one that you’ll find once you’ll win your current battle. They are meant for you for a reason, if you didn’t met them yet it’s simply because they also have to fight their ego, just like you they struggle, just like you there are time when they let their guard down and bow in front of their enemy but that doesn’t mean they gave up. You and your tribe keep fighting and this is why you’ll meet each other once you will come out victorious. Stop wasting your time for people who don’t deserve a single look in their direction. You are brave, you are courageous my lovely warrior we are lion and we will triumph just like the sun triumph over the night every morning. ”
2. Nephtys
⊙ Nephtys is the opposite of her sister and would often stay in her shadow, while Isis represent light and life, Nephtys represent obscurity and death. She is the one who cry in order to calm the dead’s sadness, she is also the mother of the Great Anubis
” cry my child let those tears cleanse your soul, you’re not done with life yet, there are so many things to lives for in the futur. Sure the present isn’t bright but your futur don’t have to be like that. I know, I hear your cry every night you truly deserve that hug and those kisses your always dream about, believe me they will be yours in the futur but now you have to walk for an other day, an other week and an other year. This is not the end, it’s just the hard period, you’ve waited for so long to receive that wish and you’ll receive it but first you need to be patient especially with yourself. Do you think flowers know exactly when someone will pick them ? No but it doesn’t stop them from showing their beauty and to live their little life while enjoying the wind, the sun and even rain. Worship every little moment my love your time will come sooner than you think. ”
3. Nout
⊙ Nout is the embodiement of the night sky she is the one who protect us from chaos, she is the beautiful primordial goddess who gave birth to Osiris, Isis, Seth and Nephtys some version say that Horus the elder was also one of her child.
” What is that nonchalant look ? You should let yourself have more fun child, life doesn’t revolve around word and indoor activity. Those fictional stories you read about seems great but don’t you think about living your own journey to ? It can be just a little walk outside and encounter birds and rabbits or someone or nothing who know ? Sure we never know what will happen in life or when we step outside but humans always talks about the worst case scenarios not the fun and weird ones ! Go out and enjoy nature’s gift enjoy this upcoming summer you deserve a good and long break my dear. I love you, take care of yourself. ”
4. Wadjet
⊙ Wadjet is the cobra goddess who protect the leaders and the eye of Ra. She is fierce when it comes to justice and she is always ready to attack those who harm the people she protect with her powerful venom. She is the protector of childbirth as she protected Horus from Seth’s warth and my followers are used to see her everywhere she is the patron of my blog at this point.
” breath, breath slowly, relax child. The entire world isn’t out there to attack you there is peace in this world if you look for it sure it’s not easy nowdays, the most popular love stories are the tragic ones, the most popular news will be about war and climat change. But remember my child, you aren’t the entire world, you aren’t the one who have to pay for all of those injustice. You are the little you and you have to nourish this little world you live in, it’s great to worry about others but you should create your own bubble to. Chose your friends wisely because they are your new familly and chose your futur lover with care and remember that in the end this world is made by a lot of little bubble made by each individual, not everyone is meant to go in someone’s bubble but in the end it’s better to have few but loving people in your bubble than a million cold hearted people. Love still exist but it takes time to find it, if you put the effort you’ll be rewarded you won’t even have to suffer because you’ve learned your lesson. Now it’s the time to put yourself out there in this world and to create your dream life with your dream relationship. ”
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mind-travel-er · 1 year
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The London Daily Ride [3]
Not in Service
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# Pairing: Jake Lockley x female reader (light Steven Grant x female reader) # Synopsis: Sweet and kind Steven is part of your daily rides on the morning bus. However, today, Steven isn’t stepping in. Instead, someone else shows up.  # Warning/Content: Angst, Character Study, Unhealthy/Toxic relationship, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Lovers (kind of). # Word Count: 3.2k [Part 1] · [Part 2] — [read me on AO3]
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Today is different. Today is not the same. He’s not. That, you can immediately tell. He enters the bus, and from the first step on the linoleum, a deep glaciation makes its way into your ribs and freezes solid the core of your chest. The reflex of hailing him a “Good Morning!” buries itself in your throat, and you swear suffocation is only a breath away. Strange, isn’t it? To know someone so well and not recognize them? For a second there, you wonder if a case of face-blindness can happen overnight. You hope so. The alternative is far more devastating. 
He takes three decided steps. He sits where he usually does, perhaps the reminiscence of a habit. Inspects its surroundings; his mouth shut in a tight line, as if he was finding it almost distasteful. You think for a few seconds that even the clothes are different, but they aren’t. The clothes are Steven’s. You can recognize one of his favourite shirts; geometric patterns of white and malachite that echo The Great Green; Osiris. His clay-grey jacket. And yet, it’s like witnessing a different actor embedding the role of your favourite character. He makes a sudden move to adjust the clothes more tightly wrapped around his shoulders. Cracks his neck. Runs a firm hand through his hair to keep them back. His face free from the curls that normally frame his forehead, his features are stern. Implacably indifferent. Then he leans back with ease, crossing one of his legs nonchalantly, an arm laying on the other passenger's empty seat. As soon as he makes himself comfortable, his eyes meet yours. Shit.
Caught red-handed. You couldn’t have been more obvious, but you just didn’t think he was really paying attention. Steven is often daydreaming or laser-focusing on your conversations or the book on his lap. Steven is a lot of things. However, he doesn’t pretend. He does. The thin and almost invisible hairs on the back of your neck bristle. You look aside. Then, through the window and you wish the blush of shame away, and of course it does nothing. Ever tried to order veins not to dilate? Of course not, you fucking idiot, you think, trying desperately to gather yourself. Your peripheral vision warns you that his silhouette is not moving. A controlled halt, your instinct feeds you. Similar mannerism, you would assume, of a military sniper seeing the head of his shot. You’re the one being studied now, and the burn creeps even more at the surface of your skin. Treacherous carmine is rising to the surface of your cheeks and making its way towards your aching chest. You can’t even think straight. This is a nightmare, and it’s not stopping. The sense of familiarity like smoke slipping away between your grasping fingers. Steven is there, but he’s not. An outsider made its way onto his insides. Something is terribly wrong. Like an Ushabti being inhabited by another essence. You do not dare to cross his eyes. The birth of your neck and now forearms, warning with goosebumps. And for good reason: is there anything more horrific than seeing someone you care for vanish in front of your eyes? Whether it be illness— physical or mental? Horror is no jumpscare and neither is a good story shared at night around a bonfire. True horror is a familiar scene being torn apart by a single, disquieting detail. A detail that you know to be of importance yet always seemed ordinary before. His eyes. His eyes are not the same. A void is replacing your guts. Nothing feels tangible. You’re hollow. Uninhabited. Unlike the man you think you knew. Breathe, you try to remind your sympathetic system. And think. And your brain does. He’s kick-starting the gears, running with the urge to feel safety through comprehension. Regaining control through knowledge, that’s what you’re good at. Coping. Organising thoughts. Then arguments. Sometimes, the scalpel is useful. Your mind begins to pinpoint why it has triggered such a nuclear reaction in your core. 
Through the weeks, nearly a month and a half, Steven had become a familiar figure in the urban jungle. A bubble-sharer. A comforter. Losing that was breaking the new builds of a welcomed refuge. No refuge, no familiarity. No familiarity; thus, anxiety. Even more so: the primal fear of losing someone to an unknown alterity. Hell is other people, would say Sartre. For you, hell was just people you didn’t know.  It has only been a minute. Sixty long seconds, since he has pinned you down with the two black holes that are in place of his eyes. Seven forced, slowed cycles of breath. It’s only then that you are able to conjure your sight to cross his. You feel the rush of adrenaline roaming your back as you discover the expressionless face of Not-Steven. The unfamiliarity of his familiar traits pierces your sternum. A stillness you’re unused to, you realise, as Steven was always fidgeting in some way, unless consumed by his favourite subject or by you. Shame is making its way back onto your cheeks, but you hold on. That’s when there’s finally a reaction. Desperately slow, you see one of his brows lifting lightly. His pupils are graphite. But you hold on. By the same reflex and the same logic when facing a wild beast. Only a fool would turn around and run, offering their spine as a perfect prey. And as of now, you can’t be spineless. 
Though beneath the fear, beneath the urge to stay put like a deer in the headlights, you can feel a deep contraction grasping your lower insides. At first, you mistakenly recognise it as a light menstrual cramp, and yet, it’s not quite the same. Flirting with pain, the ache is putting its claws deep between your legs, as the reptilian part of your brain registers the blown wide irises in front of you as a sign of arousal. It’s clear now that the panic you’re experiencing has just become adrenaline; confused about its own role. Conjure a fight or flight response? Or conjure an unforgiving blaze? Flames licking at your lower lips, your jaw contracts. And as you’re thinking to drop your sight just below to greet his mouth, he grins. 
Fuck. 
There are teeth behind a smile. 
The expression doesn’t reach the corner of his unlit iris; two endless pits that summon to fall down. The only adjective that comes to mind is perverse. Still, you’re not quite sure if it should define his or your reaction. From there, you can only hold on to your seat. Quite literally. A wildfire amidst your entrails. It reaches your breasts with an undignified ripple of pleasure. You can feel your eyes drawn to his pursing lips, unable to detach themselves. He lifts his head lightly and, with an unsettling tranquillity, begins to whistle. At that distance, you can’t make out the tune. Only snippets are meeting your eardrums; the rest is engulfed by the sound of the hydraulics of the bus; hissing when stopping, the engine rumbling steadily, people talking. Even if there was nothing else but a vacant room, your brain wouldn’t be able to compute anyway; far too discombobulated by the flux of steroid hormones and thus by the roaring in your ears and far lower organs. How many minutes does it last? Off and on, he’s letting you go from his sight. Still sneering and whistling, looking serenely around. Then he’s getting back to you. His head is nodding gently from side to side. Stopping the pursing of his lips for a few, long, seconds, before resuming his tune again. Little mouse that you are, he’s letting you go from time to time before clawing his way back to you.  The encounter is violent. No words are exchanged, but there’s knowledge lingering in the air. You know. And he knows you know. He makes a blatant show of it. A power-play already won. The twin hypothesis that goes on in every telenovela just won’t hold when it comes to him. To Steven. Or whoever else might be in there.  The bus hisses to a halt, and with an excruciating noise that seems to break your stupor, the doors open to deliver more passengers. Amongst them, a fairly older woman with long grey hair obediently gathered in a low ponytail. Reflexes built over years spent in the capital make you stand on your own two feet. You don’t even feel them. To tell the truth, it comes as a surprise that you’re able to be in a vertical state at all. Your bus stop is nearly a few stations away. Your mind hyperfocuses on the new stimulus. A recomforting tunnel of attention that allows that wild sympathetic system of yours to ignore all other factors and regulate itself. Don’t look. Don’t feel. You’ll deal with all that later. For now, focus. As the older woman is waiting to pass in front of you to the newly spare seat, the spark of her golden pendant catches your eye. You recognize a highly stylised ostrich feather. Steven has been thorough when putting his passion into words. You can easily convey his voice: warm and pedagogical, patiently explaining. And it’s suddenly as he’s close to you, almost whispering into your ears:  The feather of Maat is at the heart of Egyptian civilisation, as he could have gently reminded you. It’s lovely, innit…? How can such a light little thing have such weight in an entire civilisation? The Weighing of the heart, you mean? You question the phantasmagorical version of Steven. You can almost hear him chuckle. It’s the point of convergence of your attention. Yeah, yeah. Deciding if you’re worthy of the Field of Reeds and all tha'. But that’s for when you’re dead. For the likes of us, you see, the feather is a reminder: to live in peace is not easy. Your brain raises an eyebrow, requiring more historical facts that you had somehow memorised. To be honest, focusing on what was coming from Steven’s mouth was hardly a problem. There were times; you wished to absorb all of him, as if you were one. To abide by the feather… is to tell the truth. As I said: Not easy, you know? The Egyptians were quite right about this one. It’s really the only way to prevent chaos. He seems to be looking through your eyes, as Egyptian gods would do with their statues. And for now … it’s not looking so good for me, is it? What ?
“Tranquila, señora, tranquila.” You stumble. You're unsure if it’s due to the moving bus or to him. With your eyes on the attribute, you didn’t see him coming. He’s near her, near you. Replacing Steven. Offering the traveller his seat, as you entirely forgot to move enough to allow the lady with the Feather pass through. You had just stood there. Body frozen; mind racing. Oh God, oh god, oh god- You’ve been dissociating again. How long was it?
“Tak’ a seat,” you overhear him say. It’s not Cockney, yet some of the sounds are the same. The accent isn’t truly Spanish either, despite the use of it. East Coast American is your best guess. Is he faking that? It sounds like blasphemy compared to the beloved accent you’ve come to know. The gears in your brain want to pinpoint the details, determine exactly where you’ve heard that before. Where exactly? No. Stay focused; stay in the present. Stay present. Don’t escape elsewhere and hide. What’s happening now? Well … To begin with, he isn’t talking to you. Good. Second, you sincerely hope he won't offer you anything. Not a seat. Not a sentence. Not even a word. Steady now, you scold yourself. Still standing vertically, you pivot your feet to make your way well in front of the automatic doors. Grabbing one of the yellow poles of the bus; holding it dear like a lighthouse in a storm. Looking straight ahead. The Exit. Third and finally, just like a two-year-old toddler learning about object permanence, you hope that if you don’t see him, he doesn’t exist. He doesn’t see you.  “Why don’t you take a taxi next time, querida?” Realising he’s at your side electrifies your whole body. You can’t move. Heart drumming like the fluttering of a hummingbird. And yet, deep below, arises a fire that you snuff out violently. Silencing the truth. Your mouth is dry when you respond: “No.” One strangled syllable. It’s barely an answer. Not even a sentence. In any other context, it would have been incredibly rude, however, you both know it’s a blatant excuse for an interaction. And you can’t decide if it’s a positive or negative one. All you can feel is your weakening knees. And the brushing of his sleeve against yours, paced on the swaying of the bus. “Está bien, está bien…” he tempers with a faint smile in his voice. Is he enjoying this? He pauses, and from the very corner of your eyes, you make out his shape; scrutinising. “Even if I’m the driver? Aguas, querida… I could take it personally.” Is he a cab driver? What’s a cab driver doing on a bus, then? You don’t understand. You can't think properly. You focus, so your voice doesn't waver. Focus on what? You grip the yellow pole a little tighter. 
“Not interested.” Let me out. Let me out. Let me-
"Mh," he hums and your skin prickles, "pero que pena, no? Together, I’m sure we’d break the devil’s dishes." You don’t recognize the expression. It sounds misplaced. How is Steven doing that? Is he doing that? No, no. He’s not. He can’t be. This isn’t a fucked-up role-play. That, at least, is clear. So, who is to blame for Steven’s disappearance?  You ultimately lay your gaze on him, utterly confused, trying to keep it all in. The sting. The shock. The blaze. The echo of security you’re used to experiencing with Steven is still there. And presently, so does the dread. He doesn’t say anything. Most people fill in the blanks; are uneased by silence. Not him. He is simply keeping his eyes on you. Not willing to let go. Relishing. Like the red halo of a hunting rifle. Trying not to alarm the prey while still keeping its aim on it. A hot swelling in your chest torches its way into your abdomen. “We don’t need to break anything.” You don’t know how you had the guts to say that. Maybe it’s just your subconscious acting as a relay. Or maybe you’re just trying to convince yourself.  He responds again with silence, keeping his mouth shut in a thigh line. This time, he shoots. His huge hand swiftly snatches yours. Holding it down. You gasp for air, but nothing comes.
Before, your respective sleeves were only grazing. Now, his fist is crushing yours. It’s painful. It’s warm. And because it’s forced, it’s guilt-free. Your eyes plunge, and they can see a hidden rictus that wants to lash out. Pulling you closer to him with a lingering strength; as if he didn’t need any in the first place. As he perfectly knew that your resistance was merely superficial. With a mix of aversion and elation, you feel the heat of his other hand penetrating your coat, as he enters one of your pockets. Even through layers and layers, your skin detects his flat palm against your side with an accuracy that scares you. Your flesh and very bones feel the low humming of his muscles, ready to take more drastic measures. You think you might faint. This is too much; and at the same time, it leaves you wanting. The sheer potency of his grip; his control over what comes next oddly puts your mind at rest. He’s the one with his hands on the wheel. His fingers following the curve of your belly resume their descent, and as you think he might capture you into oblivion or perhaps fondle you, the warmth disappears altogether. He is holding your phone. Thumb on the home button. It unlocks.  “Thought I didn’t keep an eye on you, mh?” His fist still crushing yours and the yellow lighthouse are your sole anchors left to reality. In overlong, agonising touches of his large digit on your screen, you observe him enter a phone number. How? How had he gained access? Steven hadn’t. And a moment of shared intimacy was yet to come; to be able to steal your phone in the middle of the night, protected by a moment of shuteye.
Your whole body hums back and trembles. He must have noticed the treacherous tremolo in the heart of his hand, but once more, he uses silence as a weapon. The dull glow of the screen is the only change you can see on his stern face. Then, he locks it anew. The screen goes black, like an echo of your brain. In less than a breath, the weight of your phone is back in your pocket, and the growing pressure that was crushing your fingers withdraws. It all ends the same way it began: abruptly, rough. Raw. He adjusts the side of your jacket; admonishing, commanding: “Don’t lie to yourself.”  If you think that you couldn't redden harder, you’re deadly wrong. Before that mouth of yours can barely utter a word or your eyes can even glance at him with indignation, the bus is coming to a full stop. You feel yourself losing balance, however, to be fair, it was already lost on you a few minutes ago. The halting vehicle makes you miserably collide, and it’s like you’re a wave crashing on concrete. He doesn’t budge. The arch of one of your brows bumps against his collar bone. The rest of you collide with him, and warmth envelops you like a cape. Your synapses register your body pressed against his, your breast crushed against his torso. And it’s another surge, far more devastating, that arises within you. You hold on to the grey jacket of Steven. Steven. When you ruthlessly pull away, as the gates are opening, the grin is back on his lips. Little mouse that you are. “Todo bien, cariño?” You don’t even respond. The exit begs you to step out. And you do. "If you need a ride into the city," he informs, nodding at your pocket, "the name is Jake Lockley." You don’t look at him, fearing that the two black holes would engulf you without the mercy to ever spit you out again. You refuse to break anything owned by the devil, but you sure as hell head out of the bus as if he were himself chasing you.  Your feet are finally on the concrete. Solid. Yet, your mind doubts the earth could still support you. The doors hiss shut behind your back. Your breath is erratic. Your body reduces to trembling limbs. The grumble of the motor fades away, but the guilt stays. Your phone could burn a hole in that fucking pocket.
Your brain could recognize the charismatic pull of an avoidant relationship in any circumstance. That was it. Logic is screaming at the top of its lungs about how you recognize those patterns now. Through hard-earned experience. Never again, you have sworn to yourself. And to your therapist.
The signs are there. The adrenaline. The magnetic pull. The consuming thoughts. The unbearable focus that eclipses anything or anyone else. You can feel the hyperfixation building itself up as you’re thinking. Replaying again and again small details that ignite your reward system in a fucked-up way. A broken player that you thought you had fixed after several years of therapy.
No, no, no- This can’t happen. You swore.    That part of you is healed.
Don’t lie to yourself.
It turns out that the brain can rationalise all it wants; what’s between your thighs doesn’t give a shit about toxic patterns.
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tranquila : easy; don’t worryestá bien : fair enough; all right querida : dear; paramore break the devil’s dishes :  [brooklyn slang] have a wild time aguas : [guatemalan slang] carefull
# Dedication : To @grumpyahjumma, who is such a sweet human being <3 Thank you for existing ! # Taglist : @pri00r  , @medivalpersephone , @hereforsmutbcicantgetenough  , @thebadasssass  , @griffinkid2187  , @fandomtrash465  , @randomchick546 , @romanarose   , @galactic-galabee  , @actuallyanita  . # A/n on DID : Hello there <3 I want to stress that Jake Lockley isn’t the “evil side” or “bad side” of the System. Jake is probably more of a Protector. Everything here is through the subjective point of view from the Reader; her own experience, projecting her past traumas. The goal will be to overcome those conceptions; hence the perception of Jake. Generally speaking, please know that people experiencing DID do not have what fiction would call “a beast” or an “evil Alter" (as in the movie Split, for example). When an Alter has persecution tendencies, it’s mostly towards the System itself. Thank you!
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secular-jew · 3 months
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TRIGGER WARNING
From my a Facebook friend Brian Wilson:
""The entire catholic religion comes from the worship of Horus, Isis and Osiris
The Egyptian legend of Horus is the story of Jesus, but much older, perhaps dating back several thousand years before Jesus. The most notable facts of his life are the following:
- Horus, was born of the Virgin Isis more or less on December 25 in a cave.
- The birth of Isis was announced by a star and was attended by three wise men.
- As a child he was a premature teacher at the temple and was "baptized" at the age of 30.
- The man who baptized Horus was named Anup the “Baptist”.
- Horus had 12 disciples.
- He performed many miracles and resurrected a man named “El-Azar-us”.
- Horus also walked on the waters.
- He transfigured into a Mountain.
- Horus, was crucified, buried to later resurrect.
- Horus was also known as: The Light, The Messiah, The Anointed One of God, The Son of Man, The Good Shepherd, The Lamb of God, The Word. Etc etc...
- Horus was related to the Lamb, the Lion and the Fish.
- The epithet of Horus was “Iusa,” “the son always sitting next to “Ptah”, the Creator.
- Horus was phonetically also called Krst or the First Anointed.
In the Egyptian book of the Hidden Abode it says:
The day Horus (The Intimate) gains victory over Seth (The Animal Ego) and his demons, I die, I triumph over my enemies during the night of the feast in which the Djed God is exalted in Djedu before the deities residing over the vines ace of the death.
Whoever wants to go up must first come down, that is the Law; every exaltation is preceded by humiliation. Every psychological defect seen internally with the eye of Horus, has in truth a satanic, animalistic form.
HORUS can kill the Boar black , but he alone can’t but has to ask for Divine Mother’s help. Eliminating the Boar black triumphs Horus and the Essence that was bottled is released fusing with Horus, with the Diamond Soul, unites with its Father and Mother, they are Three Flames that come to form a single Flame Made. The Essence is an unfolding of Horus, we need to ask Horus to fortify our Three Brains. As the Ego dies, Horus is fortifying, and that's why he needs to be asked to fortify those Three Brains.
Let us seek OSIRIS, ISIS and HORUS within ourselves in the unknown depths of our own being.. OSIRIS, ISIS and HORUS constitute the MONADA, DUADA and TRIAD of our INTIMATE BEING..
JESUS, YESHUA AND HORUS is the same, it's the Child who always goes into arms of his Mother Isis or Mary. It is the same Christ who has descended from the Second Logos, the cosmic Christ already humanized, transformed into the Son of a Divine Man and a Divine Woman. He has become a Savior-Child-King, but he is a Particular-Child-King-King, since he is one's very Being.
OSIRIS and HORUS, were the great elementary Gods of ancient Egypt.
The elemental gods are imposing and terrible, especially HORUS (pronounced Aurus), which in his forearm wears several bracelets or rings of solid gold, and when he gives one of these to an "Initiative", then it becomes a guide to a great town.""
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ollie-ramses · 9 months
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This X Reader has some of my HCs in it, the smutty ones. One of them being that Ollie hates condoms cause he doesn’t like how unnatural they feel and he feels like they take away and ruin the intimate experience
So theres the warning for that and sorry if my HCs take away some of the experience for you
Ollie X Reader
Roleplay
You and Ollie always had an amazing sex life but this time you both decided to spice things up a bit
Smut, MDNI
Warnings: Sexual talk, Mentions of beating someone up, Rough, Agressiveness
Characters: Ollie, Y/N Female
You and Ollie are talking about condoms and pills an hour later from you both finishing a round of intercourse. Ollie speaks in a grateful and happy tone as he looks at you lovingly
“I know I already bloody thanked you so many times already but… Thank you so bloody much for going on the pill”
You smile and shake your head as you think to yourself “Here we go again with this conversation”. You look into his eyes as you are resting on your elbow while he is laying on his back with his hands behind his head. You speak in a slightly amused tone
“Ollie! What I am doing isn’t that much of a big deal or huge compromise!”
You giggle as he smiles lovingly at you, taking one of his hands and gently rubbing the side of your thigh
“No one else would take the extra effort to have this discussion and go on the pill for me, you are an amazing partner… I didn’t even ask for you to go on the bloody pill but you still did”
You nod your head in agreement at his words and rub the back of your neck sheepishly as you speak
“W-Well like I said… I would have been selfish knowing how much you hate wearing a condom and still not go on the pill…”
A big smile is on his face, his love, appreciation and respect just keeps on growing every single time you guys have this conversation. He is just so thankful on how thoughtful you are since some aren’t actually willing to go on the pill, knowing that the period cramps can get worse and more painful. His eyes looking at you with so much love and happiness at your words as he continues to caress your thigh. You return his caresses with some caresses of your own and begin to caresses his toned stomach. You continue to speak and finish your thoughts
“Anyways, don’t worry about it… And hey! We had a great discussion about it and had the same thoughts about condoms and how unnatural they feel and how uncomfortable they are”
Ollie leans in and gives you a quick kiss before looking into your eyes with desire for you in them
“Yes we did~ Now all thats bloody left is to do the deed again like I promised you~”
He winks at you with a smirk on his face. You bite your lip and caress his chest, keeping your face still close to his
“Oh yeah~ I almost forgot about our round 2~”
Ollie’s excitement and arousal rises as you get on top of him and feel at his chest. He gets a great idea and sits up to bring his face close to yours once more as he whispers in a sultry voice
“I have a suggestion~”
You know exactly what he is thinking and without a second longer, you respond
“Roleplay?~”
Ollie slowly nods as he bites his lip, just the thought of you both engaging in something like that excites him more. You think for a second before getting the perfect roleplay idea
“Oh! Since you are the Esper of Osiris why not roleplay as him while I roleplay as his faithful and loving wife, Isis?~”
Ollie’s eyes light up at this suggestion as his mind begins to run wild with many imaginations of you wearing sexy Egyptian lingerie as you make love to him, his heart is about to beat out of his chest from the excitement
“I bloody love that idea! You will make the most beautiful Isis ever~”
You lean in close to his ear and whisper in a serious but still seductive tone, a evil smirk on your face, knowing what kind of reaction this will get out of him since he still wants revenge for this
“And Leon… The man who killed your father… He can be Set and after we are done here, lets go find him and beat the hell out of him~”
His face grows stern and serious as he turns his head to look into your eyes, fiery revenge clearly starting to become visible in his eyes. In a way, he has already crossed the threshold into an entirely different mindset. A mindset of love making and revenge
“Yes… I love that idea…”
He gives a brief snicker before his face quickly grows grim and you let out a small sinister grin as he grabs onto your waist tightly as he begins to breathe heavy and get aroused at the thought of seeing you beat Leon up and teach him a lesson and that he messed with the wrong house
“Let’s kick that bloody bastard’s teeth in…”
He lays you down and you can already see his tip leaking precum, making you giggle and look at him with alluring eyes
“I am glad this roleplay is getting you all fired up my darling Osiris~”
Ollie strokes his tip and shaft to spread the precum as he slowly nods again, speaking in a low husky voice
“Oh yes~ Its bloody getting me all fired up all right~ Lets make this roleplay one to remember~”
You watch as he strokes himself, getting himself ready to thrust into you. You rub circles onto your bud/clit to get yourself more wet for him, more precum leaking out his tip as he gets more aroused from watching you play with yourself like that
“Shall I start with the context of the roleplay~”
It is clear how excited and intrigued he is at your suggestion, he can’t help but give you a devilish grin when you speak and explain the context
“I, Isis have just put my loving husband, Osiris back together…~”
You caress his cheek lovingly, making his devilish smile go away a bit and slightly be replaced by a loving one
“And I will proceed to make love to him with the new cock I had to make since his other one was eaten by a fish… Unfortunately…”
He slowly presses his tip at your entrance and slides himself in, you letting out a shaky breath as you continue to explain the context of the roleplay
“A-And after our love making we will go beat up Set for chopping you up and feeding your manhood to a fish”
All he can do while he is slowly thrusting is nod and chuckle slightly as you explain and paint a vivid picture of the situation inside his head. Ollie thinks this is going to be amazing as his mind is filled with the excitement of this roleplay. You begin to moan softly as he slowly thrusts into you, your arms at the sides of your head as your eyes are closed, focusing on the feeling of his manhood inside you, Ollie thrusting deeper and deeper inside you with each thrust he gives you. He leans down and kisses your neck, speeding up his thrusts a bit as you wrap your arms and legs around him, letting out a small “Ah~” every thrust
“Ah, yes~ Make love to me my darling Osiris!~ Then we shall get revenge on Set for what he did to you!~”
Ollie shudders as you say this, his hands now rest at each sides of your head as he leans in close to your face and stares into your eyes with a hunger and desire for pleasure and revenge as he lets out a low growl
“Yes my darling Isis~ We will get that bloody bastard for what he did!~”
His lips press hard against yours as his tongue enters your mouth and dominates yours. You moan into the kiss as you hold onto him tightly, your body trembling from how rough his thrusting are getting. Ollie breaks away and pushes your arms off him before pressing you down against the bed hard as he continues to thrust a bit more roughly into you
“Tell me my darling Isis…~ What will we do to Set..?~”
You look into his eyes to see a whole new side of Ollie, the side that is filled with hatred, anger, and revenge against Leon. It both scares and excites you, making you more aroused as he holds you down and making you whimper from his aggressiveness and rough thrusts
“Mmm~ W-We will find him a-and set up a trap for him to fall into before beating the crap out of him~”
Ollie groans and makes his thrusts harsher and deeper, his tip slamming against your cervix, making jolts of pleasure be sent through your body as he licks his fingers and uses them to rub deep circles on your bud/clit
“Go on~ Tell me more my darling Isis~”
Ollie starts panting and grunting as you begin to tighten round him, your walls already trying to squeeze him dry, your eyes fluttering shut as your head is thrown back
“W-We will stomp on his c-chest and ah~ His manhood a-and mmmake him feel the pain you have felt~”
Ollie bites his lip as you explain it to him before letting put a loud groan and grabbing your hips tightly, beginning to thrust faster so not only is his tip ramming against your cervix, he is ramming against it at a fast pace. You grab onto his wrists as your back arches from the newfound pleasure from his speed and harsh thrusting and bringing you so close to climaxing
“Ahhhh!~ Bloody hell yes!~ Tell me more!~ MORE!~”
Ollie’s manhood begins to throb inside of you, causing you to get even closer to your climax as he lets go off your hips and kisses you passionately but also a bit sloppy, drool coming out from the side of your mouth. He stops kissing you and buries his face into the crook of your neck as he grunts and groans. You use whatever brain power you have left to speak and tell him more, chasing a high with him
“Mmmm~ O-Once we finished w-with, ahh!~ With him, we will take his gun a-as a TroPHY!~ AHH!~”
Ollie bites your neck as he groans loudly and begins cumming, causing you to hit your own orgasm as your body tenses and eyes roll back. Both of your bodies trembling as you both breathe heavy and bathe in the afterglow of your orgasms for a bit before you both rest, shower, and get dressed. Ollie grabs his staff and looks at you with a devilish smirk on his face with revenge burning in his eyes
“Ready to go, Y/N? My darling Isis”
You nod your head and have the same smirk on your face and fire in your eyes despite Leon not having done anything to you other than causing your man pain and killing his father
“Yes, lets do this Ollie, my darling Osiris”
You both head out to search for and beat up Leon. After a couple of hours, you and Ollie come back home as you carry a sniper rifle that is oddly shaped like a saxophone. You hang it on the wall and Ollie hugs you from behind, giving your head some gentle kisses as you both stare at the rifle for a few minutes before heading to bed
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murdocksgavel · 2 years
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The Solar Eclispe
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Part two of the eclispe series
Rating: explicit
(THIS IS RLLY LONG IM SRRY) Word count: 6.9k
Summary: an old friend of Marc Spector's shows up out of nowhere to find his alter steven grant living his own life until she comes into the picture and changes everything, but is it really for the good?
Warnings: somehow this one is filled with more angst like alot. Flirting, Fluff, implied kissing, mentions of characters dying (more than once), mentions of childs death, kissing kissing, osiris bullying khonshu, IED and DID depictions, swearing, sad nailah, PTSD, disassociating, flashbacks, spoilers for moonknight, . (possibly bad writing i was vry tired, LMK IF I MISSED ANY)
A/N: this took a long time to write ngl. I'm so ecstatic though b/c this is definitely my favorite chapter so I RLLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT.
A single gasp "marc", and then he wakes up. Steven shot up with a gasp and pratically jumped out of his bed, but landed on his hard wooden floor face first with only tiny memories of the night before. Nailah on the other hand didn't sleep at all after the museum incident, and she was pratically fuming. Her chest was tightening, hands tremoring, her thoughts began to race, and it all sent her spiraling down a dark,windy,curvy lane of memories. It was a unusually cool day in egypt with the wind blowing in the direction of the sunrise along the three pyramids top. Nailah amir had just gotten words her parents had died in a shootout in hells kitchen new york. Of all days it had to be on the Anniversary of her- of her daughters death. It sent her spiraling, and she hadn't been taking her meds not after- not after he left her, and it was all just getting really bad again, and the tightness in her chest indicated she was going to have a very explosive episode if she didn't find something else to focus on. London was nothing like egypt it was cold, aggressive, windy, gray, and sometimes dull while her motherland was anything but maybe windy, but never dull especially after the incident with marc. Steven found himself searching the camera's now for any indication of what he thought he had dreamed, but now- now he knew better as he intently watched the camera's for any sign of literally anything, but that's when he saw it, or two things really.
The first thing he saw was nailah when she was fighting that thing, but it was invisible?, and then he saw her lift her hand and a golden sunray shot out?. He then sees another thing that pratically makes his bones quiver, and his face go shot pale with the goosebumps, and not the good kind. He sees himself staring straight at the camera, and Steven says, "that's not me". On the other hand nailah was now laying in her floor in a burial position, her hands were clasped and resting on her chest, and her legs were straight. This was what she did after she had her episodes, or at least that's what she used to call them quite literally in another lifetime. She found something else to focus on which was basically just her walking outside, and kept walking until she found herself nearing some mercenaries camp?. He got fired, fired from the gift shop job, and was now heading in some direction he didn't really know where he was going just letting them take him somewhere and to his suprise he ended up in front of her building. Nailah was still on the floor just listening to the quietness of her own breathing, everything was so....quiet, it was never this quiet even if osiris talked to her on the daily occasion he was never this quiet, she always hated the quiet. "Pretty girl you're not supposed to be here". Nailah pointed to herself when she saw a crowd of mercenaries pratically break their necks to look at her.
Holy shit she knew that guy, only from the news and her parents when they used to bicker how he was only stealing Egyptian artifacts and it only made her irritability increase. "I want to sign up to become a mercenary" if she was going to be ridiculed by the bushmen she was going to at least stand her ground. Steven stood at her door hesitating to knock, hesitating to even move he wanted to make sure she was okay, but what if she didn't want to see him. So he knocks, but he doesn't hear footsteps just the door opening, and then he sees her on the floor in just black sweats, and a tight tank top that shows off her arm muscles a little too well. "Nailah I- I came to ask if you- were okay, are you?" And all she does is roll her head to the side and stare up at him, she looks tired, eyes watered either from drinking or crying he can't tell, curly hair dishevelled across the floor, and just a tired expression on her beautiful face. The mercenaries pratically laughed in her face until what she guessed was another mercenary emerged from the tent, and holy shit in the name of re (ra) nailah's knees almost buckled. This man was about 5'9, curly black hair that fell close to his eyes, beautiful almost black eyes, and he carried himself with such confidence as he strided over to nailah pratically giving her a once over to which nailah felt as if he was checking her out, and honestly he definitely was, until he looked into her eyes, and spoke "can you fight?", and her eyes fucking widened. Nailah was still on the floor, and the silence was still in the air even with steven still standing right there just waiting for her speak, or maybe he was waiting to come up with the right words.
"How did you get the scar on your heart" Well he found words, but maybe they weren't the right ones, but little did he know nailah was weirdly relieved he said something to break the impending silence that caused her to break free from the flashbacks that haunted her silent mind. "Old friend of mine, used to be a army nurse for marine corps, he went off the rails, killed a family, almost got killed in the same place, he uh- he went crazy, and caught me off my guard and shot me ended up killing me again-" she heard stevens gasp and before she knew it he was now kneeling beside her. "Can you fight?" He asked her again this time snapping his fingers in front of her shocked face, but she quickly nodded and he pulled her quite gently by the arm to the middle of the sand dune they were on as a crowd formed around them. "Fight me then, if you win you can join got it?...what's your name sunbird". Nailah looked up at steven with hollow eyes probably not the most attractive look she's worn, but with the way steven was looking at her made her not care as much "anyway that's how I got the scar, woke up in the arms of my-..my umm well he was my best friend, frank castle, we parted ways when i decided to come to london, he didn't want me going alone, but i insisted" steven watched intently as she pulled out a necklace, a plain silver chained necklace with a sun, and a machine gun that rested right against it, "he gave me this as a parting gift", and with that steven just nodded needed to find words again, fucking hell this was hard especially since she was still laying down, and he could easily reach out and touch her, but all steven said was, "I hate to say this now, but I need your help..sunbird".
"My name is nailah, nailah amir" the man nodded and then looked her in the eyes once more, "beautiful name for a beautiful girl I'm marc spector" marc whispered which honestly made nailah blush until he threw her over his shoulder. He said it, he said that stupid fucking nickname and it made nailah bolt up from the floor, and now she was the one grabbing Steven's wrist. "Nailah- nailah did i say something" she seemed to be far away, her eyes just staring at him, and this was about to be so out of character for him, but the little american man inside of his head said to do it so he did. Steven pratically manhandled nailah to where she was sitting very closely in front of him, and just like she had done before to him he placed his shaky hands on the sides of her face, and forced her to meet his eyes. He knew this all too well the disassociating, the glossy eyes, all of it, and with that steven searched her eyes, "nailah listen to me, you are disassociating, and I really don't know how to do this, it's probably bloody useless because you're usually so strong, confindent, gorgeous, and self-assured, but please say something darling" steven rambled, and rambled on; the sudden feel of dread polluting his entire body. Nailah was on the sandy ground after she had just blinked, and marc was standing over her with a cheeky ass grin she wanted to slap off his face. She kicked up with her feet and landed perfectly back on the sand which made marc raise an eyebrow, and tilt his head and it was her chance without even blinking she used her position to sweep Marc's feet out from under him, and straddle him with a smirk, "I win". Marc was stunned to say the least, and he actually really wanted to kiss her, but instead marc reached up and moved her hair from her face.
Steven moved nailah's hair from her face which seemed to help because now she was backing up, and blinking, and then standing up, but shaking. Steven stood too rather abruptly and- (steven grab her hands, calm her the fuck down and go to the warehouse), and so he did exactly that, grabbing her hands, "I know it's alot trust me I know better than anyone else, but, and you don't have too but I need to go to a warehouse do you want to come?", and at that nailah looked up at him and sighed like she was relieved to see him which in turn made his heart swell, "yes, let me-let me change". "Where to first? I'm assuming we're going to a temple" nailah spoke interrupting the silence that once sat between the team which was just her, marc, frenchie, and bushmen she always hated the silence. "We're going to the moon gods temple and then the temple of re (ra)" bushmens tone was harsh, and crude towards her, but nailah still perked up regardless which marc noticed and then frenchie noticed that marc noticed so he elbowed him with a smirk. "I actually know where the temples are, I've lived here my whole life so i could take us", and when nailah said that everyone perked up but it was only marc who caught her gaze. Steven was waiting patiently by the door when she came back only 2 minutes later, now wearing long mom jeans, a tucked in turtle neck, a long brown jacket, and her curly hair felt at her shoulders, but what caught Steven's attention was the two necklaces that rested above her heart.
Two necklaces; the first one was the one frank castle gave her, and another that was the eye of re (ra) with an ankh adorning it at its side, and then they were off to the warehouse in awkward silence. Finally after what felt like 10 slow, agnozing hours, not that Steven minded being cooped up in a car with nailah, he just needed air and pratically rushed inside the warehouse with her following close behind. Nailah waited quietly while they walked to the warehouse, and now its all familiar, its all familiar again as they step inside and close the door, it's too familar. Three days later because bushmen needed some "personal time", and the wind was doing nothing for the group, and bushmen had kept talking about a doctor, but she pushed it aside and let her mind wander to the person who was next to her, marc Spector, and she was falling deep. "You still listening sunbird?" Marc spoke up, and nailah looked up towards him with a small smile on her face, "yeah, yeah I am, also we should be nearing khonshu's, and ra's temple now", and she was right, but as the two of them turned around they were met with bushmen pointing guns at the both of them. Steven rummaged through a duffle bag that he saw on the bed nailah was feeling, she was running her fingers along everything almost like everything here was familar. That's when marc appeared in the mirror after steven had picked up an id card, but hearing marc's voice made nailah shoot up from the bed she was previously occupying. "You two- you two holy shit you know him, you knew him personally how bloody personal did you two get?".
Marc jumped in front of nailah immediately when he saw the gun. "What the hell is going on" nailah spoke out loud regardless of her voice wavering she kept eye contact with bushmen and her hand was now resting in Marc's, "you're little boyfriend here disobeyed me", and that her head tilted, "if you're going to hurt him"- it was her turn to stand in front of marc now pulling a silver spear from the side of her waist, "you'll have to get through me first". Nailah just, she just blinked at Steven, but before she ever got the chance marc spoke up first, "you weren't supposed to see any of this, and yes she knew me personally, but it never got far",nailah was still silent now with both looking dead at her. "I-uh, I'm gonna wait outside- I can't, close spaces and me don't- don't work" nailah shut the door gently and pratically collapsed against the one opposite of it holding her hand to her mouth as her eyes clamped shut, and the tears she's been holding back for a while finally fell. She was trembling with fear now that a gun was being pointed at her, but regardless gripped the silver staff in her hand with a purpose, either to get the hell out of here alive, or die saving marc. "Fine then I'll go through you" it all happened so damn fast. Marc practically threw her out of the way as the gun pierced her ears, and when she looked back up he was laying in the sand, propped up on one elbow, and holding a bleeding wound. (Kill him, and bring marc to me) a voice whispered to her, this was her chance to use this explosive episode shes been holding back to finally fucking erupt, but- gods that word but,when she saw marc, the blood, his face twisted in worry and pain, and the spear, the voice, and instead of using this episode for revenge she used it for strength. She was going to save marc even if it killed her too.
The warehouse shook violently and the wind picked up within the hallway, and nailah quickly wiped her eyes, and abruptly stood as Steven ran out of the warehouse with a bag. "What the hell is happening" Nailah yelled out over the loud banging, and Steven just started running, and now she knew why. Khonshu was standing at the end of the hallway, but at the other end there was...osiris. nailah scampered over on the sand to where marc was as bushmen pratically left them in the dust, "I'm going to get you help I promise, you're not going to die marc not on my watch, okay? Not today." Tears spilled down nailah's sandy face as marc cupped her cheek with his nonbloody hand, "You're a pretty crier" was all he said and it whole heartedly made nailah chuckle until he rested his forehead against hers and let out a shaky sigh, "i- i lov- like you alot sunbird i really do", that was enough to give nailah even more strength to stand, and haul marc up, and now they were on their treacherous journey to the pyrmiads. 'KHONSHU, FORGOTTEN GOD OF THE MOON AND VENGEANCE, IF YOU LAY ONE MEESELY HAND ON THEM I WILL DRAG YOU TO THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF' nailah found herself widening her eyes at osiris's voice to the other god, and now it was her perfect escape to go find steven. Khonshu ended up in front of her again and she was going to call upon her staff, but osiris had other plans when he appeared behind khonshu. 'DID YOU THINK I WAS LYING, YOU WILL NOT HURT MY WARRIOR, NOR WILL YOU HURT MY WARRIORS BOYFRIEND' nailah couldn't help but chuckle, "osiris he's not my- you know what I'm gonna go find him". Marc was bleeding out fast, but they were almost there and all he had to do was hold on just a little longer, just a little longer, "you're going to survive marc I'm not letting you die today, not ever okay? Keep your eyes open" her voice was breaking, and all she could think about was how she was not going to loose someone else not ever, not today.
Steven ran out of the building even if khonshu was no longer behind him, but nailah was, and both of them were panting and catching their breath. That's when she heard a voice, that voice, layla and her fucking bike, and Steven getting on said fucking bike. She stole one, yeah, yeah it's not humane of her to do, but she had to catch up to steven and Layla and either it was the episode she was suppressing, or just pure determination she got to Steven's apartment quite fast, and got to the door, but it was shut in her face, "I'm going to kill the both of them" grumbling her eyes flickered to their powerful gold color, and out of nowhere a gust of win swept under the door, and unlocked it letting nailah walk in unannounced. She did, they got to the temples the only issue now was getting marc inside khonshu's temple because somehow he was still breathing, and nailah was thanking her lucky fucking stars. "Come on marc, come on we're almost there" her voice officially broke and both her a marc collapsed in the middle of the two temples, and the waterworks flowed down her face like the- the nile river. "You did good sunbird, I'm- I'm proud of you okay? I'm so proud of you, you did good" marc held her face with pale, sweaty, shaky hands, and his eyes stared into her own but his were losing their signature brightness. "Today has been really shitty you know, but I'm glad i met you" whispering with her forehead now pressed into his, marc was the first to look at her with concern even though he was literally dying, but like he was waiting for an answer as to why it was so shitty, "despite this, i got word today my parents died in a shootout in new york, my uh..daughter died today a few years ago she drowned in the nile, and now this, guess I'm just surrounded by...death". That she was, but death would not bring her back, not the first time at least.
"You're- how the hell did you find him" layla shot out at nailah pratically spatting in her face to which nailah wiped her face with a laugh, and not the good type of laugh. "Needed a vacation from frank castle decided to come to london, we just ran into each other" nailah was standing with her back to the door, her stance now tense again not what she had shown steven earlier; the vulnerability gone and her shield was back up along with the tension that presented itself in her face, and her body. "You- you were the one who helped frank castle escape, and you fucking helped him!? What the fuck nailah" layla was yelling now, and Steven was pacing, but she stayed calm, she always stayed calm, at least now she did Nailah was not calm, not calm at all placing marc in the door of the temple; she was so fucking close, so fucking close just a little bit more...- until a shot rang out through the empty desert. Layla looked down at the bag on the table and then back over at steven, obviously they had argued before nailah got there, and steven seemed anxious, and tense which wasn't anything new but it was obviously intensified right now, and she wondered if marc was speaking to him. "Layla don't" steven warned, but she went through the bag anyway despite Steven's wishes which made nailah roll her eyes, until she pulled out the scarab. It felt as if marc was yelling her name from a distance as she fell to the blood red sandy ground beneath her holding her chest. How she didn't die on impact was beyond her, but she could move. She could barely breath when she felt shaky, bloody hands lift her head into their lap, and all she could hear from him was, "don't you fucking dare leave me nailah, if I'm not allowed to die neither are you" his voice had broke, and the tears fell but then she felt something else, marc had lifted her to where her limp body was resting against him, but her head was in his hands, and at the moment she felt marc spector kiss her with the words, "until another lifetime" hung in the air, and then pure, unadulterated darkness.
That damn scarab started all of this; it was why nailah came back in the first place, (that and what went down with her and frank) like it had drawn her back here and now it was in the hands of the woman who saved the both of them. Yes nailah didn't quite like layla, maybe it was because their personalities clashed, but she had to give it to that woman because truthfully without her none of this would've been possible so yes nailah pushed layla away because in truth she cared for her regardless. (If you let her take the scarab they'll come after her you know this, don't let her take the scarab) nailah's eyes flickered to the shiny object now in layla's hand and then there was a knock on the door. Marc held nailah's now limp body in his arms, slowly feeling himself grow weaker by the second but he was literally crying his eyes out and rocking her limp body back and forth even if it hurt him to do so. "I'm so sorry, first day on the job gets you, and I both killed I'm so sorry sunbird, I'm so sorry" it was all he could say now, and the only thing he could think of was at least she was with her daughter now, but as he leaned down to kiss her cold forehead and looked up, even though he couldn't quite understand what she was saying as the darkness started slowly creep up on him all he could see was his good friend layla coming towards them, and then nothing. Layla was gone, no like literally as steven went to open the door, and nailah looked back layla was quite literally gone, and now two people were barging into the room, and Steven almost ran to be next to her. They both shared a look then nailah looked back towards the two "agents" with a snarl ripping loose from her mouth, and she spoke out loud enough for them too hear, "how fucking delightful". She was dead, like full on bloody corspe dead, but that bright light,the hawk, and the booming voice she heard, 'NAILAH AMUNET AMIR' it was right in front of her the voice, and a foreign warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, YOU WILL BE FORTH KNOWN AS THE FIST OF RA, FROM HERE ON OUT, ARISE MY KNIGHT AND PRESENT YOURSELF AS THE ECLISPE, THE MIGHTY FIST OF RA'.
She abruptly sat up from the gold altar she was laying on with a loud scream, a scream that shook the earth around her, a scream that caused the thunder to clap back, a scream that brewed a wicked storm, a scream that the sun wept for, a scream that called out for one name, and one name only, marc. nailah couldn't have stopped it if she tried it was already too late here she was passed out in a car while steven was conscious, but she was slowly starting to wake up, and she was fucking pissed. Steven was cuffed and so was nailah but when she awoke her body was horizontal meaning her legs were right over Steven's lap, and now was not the time to be flustered but a blush creeped up on her face regardless. Steven looked over at her with worry painting his face but nailah held a finger to her lips telling him to stay quiet, but she had a hard time when she felt him involuntarily relax and placed a really shaky hand on her calf with a lopsided,worry filled grin. Marc, marc, marc; it was all that was going through her foggy brain as she descended from the golden alter, and he was nowhere to be seen, (you know that rage she was feeling this morning, well it's coming back again). Her legs were shaky sort of like she was a newborn baby, but when her legs came too nailah bolted out of the temple into the nightly air of the Egyptian desert, and pratically stumbled into the temple of the god khonshu. The car had stopped moving and had parked in some weird ass back alley. That's when nailah jolted up, her legs still across Steven's lap and his hand was now practically using her thigh as a stress ball which in turn made her blush and reluctantly place her legs back on the floor board. "They're going to separate us i can hear them talking about it" she whispered looking over at Steven before gently grabbing his face mostly to get her point across, and mostly because she was mirroring his actions from earlier this day, "be careful please, promise me you will be" all steven could do was nod and maybe this was the little American in his head, or maybe it was just him but he very lightly pressed his lips to nailah's.
Her lips tasted like sun kissed citrus, blackberries, and honey a perfect combo Steven thought to himself. All of this wasn't what he wanted, he definitely wanted to keep kissing her as he still was, but he wanted to take her out on a date, go to a art museum, a vegan restaurant, or something but he could get by with this for now. Finally he pulls away to breathe and nailah has this beautiful lopsided smile on her face but Steven grabs her face again totally ignoring marc in the mirror who seems to be...jealous, but steven didn't care as he rested his forehead agaisnt hers, "i bloody promise". The temple sung when she entered like light was washed over every corner making her jump slightly, her hands tingled, but then she saw him laying on the altar and bolted to him. "Please wake up, please marc, if you don't I swear to the gods I'll kill you all over again" nailah gently grabbed his face in her hands and the tears she'd been building up all came out like a flood at the nile until she gently kissed his forehead the same way she did when her daughter died, but something was happening outside and in the temple. The two of them now separated thanks to arthur harrow who steven was now with and nailah was waiting impatiently. Arthur had brought steven into the compoud his little cult group was staying in. It was big to say the least, many people that looked almost like zombies, and- "Khonshu is here isn't he?, you know I was once his avatar", and that made steven worry even more, but his mind went to nailah, what was she doing currently?, and where the hell was she?. He didn't get the chance to ponder much more because Arthur had asked about the scarab, marc was yelling at him, but just to his luck layla came in holding up the shiny peace of history, and now he was really wondering where nailah was.
She didn't see it happen, her back was turned away from the altar, but she felt the gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with marc spector rising from the altar with pure white eyes that had a blue tint to them, her own eyes became a rich golden color, and she followed marc as he began to walk into the cold egyptian desert that was now covered with an almost dim darkness. Layla had grabbed steven as arthur started chanting, and a royal purple light came from his staff, the same staff that held a sliver of ammit's power, releasing the jackals. "I'm gonna die in some man's creepy ass dungeon" steven called out until layla spoke out, "where's nailah steven? Where the hell is she" both layla and marc had said it at the same time and now he began to really worry. Nailah was fucking bored. She was sitting on the curb with her chin resting in her hand and she was just going to stay there unless needed, but then she heard a large crash and immediately got up, and pratically ran to the source of the crash. Steven had fucking fallen throught the window, and into a suit? It was a really clean all white tux and he had a mask on his face and as he looked in the mirror he noticed the white eyes on his face, and then he noticed marc, "steven what the hell are we wearing". Nailah was still running and so many thoughts were running through her mind but one stood out from the rest, why did harrow want them separated?, why didn't he want nailah there, and maybe he knew what together, her and marc were truly capable of.
Fucking finally nailah made it and she saw- well she did see the jackal jumping on what she guessed was steven in a white suit but something told her to stay back, to let him do this on his own even if she could disintegrate these things with a flick of her wrist, she wanted steven to have this accomplishment of saying he actual fought off a jackal. Nailah watched from afar, (he's going to get himself killed if you don't help), nailah rolled her eyes at the god that was now standing beside her to where literally only she could see, "he'll be fine, I believe in him plus if things take a rlly bad turn I'll step i- ooo that didn't look good ouch" nailah winced as steven was flung into the car, but then he started talking and Gods nailah literally face palmed. "You're in the wrongs ends mate you're in my yard now" steven gritted out and he let out a punch that honestly suprised nailah and his celebratory wagwan did make her laugh until he was plummeted into the street, poor steven. That's when nailah stepped in as steven was catching himself against the bus; she rolled her shoulders at once letting them eminence a popping noise that was similar to someone's bones creaking, as her head clicked to the side and her suit wrapped around her body in a...familar warmth as the jackal headed straight for her and-. Marc and nailah stepped outside in the dim darkness of the beautiful Egyptian desert. "Marc what's happening" nailah's voice wasn't quiet but in a way it felt as if it was as they looked up towards the night sky? But it wasn't night, it wasn't night at all, and looking back out at the vast desert the two walking corpses saw what they guessed were the god khonshu, and the high God Ra. This would be the only time ra ever appeared to nailah...in this lifetime.
She was ready to take on the jackal by herself until she felt a gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with her old friend marc spector. "Get it out of here!" Layla yelled out to the both of them, and marc started running from the top of the city and nailah took the lower half hopefully to meet marc halfway with a dead jackal since it followed him. Marc stumbled onto his knees rather not gracefully unlike the god he mirrored; Khonshu gracefully came to his knees as the wind began to pick up, and now it was nailah's turn to fall to her knees with a grunt as the mighty god Ra gracefully came to his knees, and nailah felt like crying. "What the hell is happening!" She yelled out at the two gods rather angrily, but the god in front of her slowly moved his head to stare at her with piercing eyes and he opened his mouth with a booming voice"THE SOLAR ECLISPE'', and then khonshu looked towards the both of them and spoke with a deep bass of a voice, "you both have caused this, dying together, your blood mixing created a solar eclispe something that only happens when the knights are purely connected. That is how you found each other because you are connected not only through knightage but by hearts and minds, you together are a powerful force, the solar eclipse where both of you are at your most poweful".
Nailah stopped at the end when marc slammed the jackal onto the pointed tip of the tower and her eyes widened as the jackal oozed and then went poof, the only reason she was so suprised was because she had never really stuck around long enough to see these things die, but then her eyes shoot elsewhere and it's marc again instead of the suit and her own suit retracted itself. He was searching his pockets now as nailah made her way towards him until he yelled out in pure frustration and she stopped, her entire body going rigid when she realized what that meant, he had lost the scarab. Her voice was barely above a whisper as her hand reached out behind marc, not touching him but letting him know she was there as she spoke, "marc..we'll get it back okay? I promise you" but when he turned around the look in his eyes made her take a step back, because she knew what was about to happen, it happened with frank castle, and it was about to happen with marc spector until he looked towards the mirror in the structure that had just been used to kill the jackal, and marc was pissed off, the look in his eyes was dark, angry, explosive, but tired all at once; nailah knew exactly how he felt. Khonshu explained what it meant but nailah wasn't having any of it as she stood breaking the mirrioring process of her and Ra, her eyes were frantic, wild, uneasy, but scared all at once. The wind began to pick up around nailah, "nailah you must stop this now, you don't know the strength of your powers yet" The mighty god Ra exclaimed and now it was Marc's turn to break the mirroring process and he was going to comfort her, but when she looked back he stopped seeing the dangerous glint in her eyes, and the wind picked up even more around her like she was the one causing this.
She watched as steven and marc went back and forth, from a distance of course because this was the first time in ages she had ever seen marc angry, sure it was nothing like the murderous rage of frank castle- who she lo- well..it's uh complicated to say the least about what went down with her and frank after she left egypt, and promised herself she would never step foot in Egypt ever again. Marc had now broken the mirror in a fit of rage, "shut the fuck up" marc continously yelled breaking the mirror in pieces, and then everything was dead silent as the wind picked up around them, and she knew it to be khonshu. Nailah hadn't said anything yet just letting marc and khonshu talk, she could hear the both of them, and their conversation about how khonshu was dissatisfied with marc loosing the scarab, and then he said her name and now marc noticed she was there and his hard eyes softened with regret, and something else nailah couldn't quite figure out. She couldn't figure it out, the wind, her bubbling anger, was she really the one causing this. The two gods and marc stood around her in a circle of three just staring because marc was going to go to her but khonshu stopped him immediately. "Nailah you need to stop, or you will kill someone" khonshu yelled out, but her eyes were golden now, and she let out a very loud scream not like the scream when she arose from the dead but a scream of anger, sadness, confusion, tiredness, a scream that could be heard all across Egypt as the sky, a scream that killed someone.
Marc was advancing towards her now with khonshu still behind him, "we need-" naliah cut him off with a hand being pressed to his chest, "I know, but we need to find harrow first, and then all of this will finally be over, and you can go back to your life, and I can go back to the U.S" his eyes hardened again at the mention because she hesitated to say something, a name he presumed. "So you can get back to who nailah? Hmm, who's so important over there?", she wanted to say, the person who saved her from her self sabotage when you were off with god knows who, but she kept her composure and simply said, "frank castle, and i already told you I'm never going back to Egypt ever again". She killed him..nailah didn't mean too, it all was just too much, it was overwhelming and- and loud, and- and, "oh my go-god" everything stopped the wind, the loudness, it was all just silence, and the eclispe had stopped, and now the hot sun was reigning over them once more. "You killed him nailah- I can not be the mentor over someone who has killed without jurisdiction, you will be my fist, but you'll never hear, or see me unless i allow it" and with that the mighty god Ra was gone, now it was her, khonshu, and a dead marc Spector. "You need to leave before he wakes up" she heard the god but her feet were planted into the sand above Marc's body, "LEAVE NOW MORTAL OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN", and when khonshu spoke nailah left as fast as her feet would carry her, mentally promising herself she'd never come back to egypt, and that's when she went to the U.S, and met new York's very own punisher (read their story in comet on collison coming soon!, now back to the present).
Ever again, it repeated in her head as marc came closer to her, but she kept backing away too scared to face him after all this time, too scared to even look him in the eye. Marc lifted her chin so now she was practically forced to look him in the eye, but everything was still tense and marc without any words kissed her forehead gently, "I'm so sorry about this, and i hope you'll forgive me, no matter how long it takes sunbird, until we meet again", she didn't have time to ask what he meant because as soon as marc finished speaking he snapped nailah's killing her. "You did what you had to do marc, she'll come back, knowing osiris he'd never let her die before her time" khonshu spoke out as marc picked up a unconscious nailah with a sad sigh, he hated that he did it, and he knew nailah would be extremely pissed off. "Where are we even going" marc asked looking down at nailah then back up at khonshu who spoke, "where the hell do you think". Nailah knew where she was, she had been her before when Billy russo stabbed her with her own staff, it's how osiris became that little voice inside her head, but nailah was literally fuming now as osiris presented himself to her. "He killed me- HE FUCKING KILLED ME" nailah howled out in anger, her once brown eyes, now lit with a golden flame, nailah whipped back around to stare up at osiris who was expectedly calm. "Osiris-" her voice dripped with anger, "where did he take me" she knew the answer, but she just needed to hear it to fuel that fire waiting to erupt.
"Wake up and see for yourself knight", and before she could get any words out, she woke up gasping for air. She was in the bed, and marc was now standing near the window, shirtless throwing open the curtians to reveal cairo egypt. Nailah stood from the bed, realizing she was only in what she guessed was one of Marc's shirts, and shorts, and...the necklace frank, and marc had given her, but she pushed it away and was now staring at marc with pure anger in her eyes, and terror in her heart, "welcome back to egypt nailah", she was going to fucking kill him...again.
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witches-bottle · 5 months
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A Magus' Journal: The Salutation of the Sun
I was busy looking through my Pinterest when I came across a page from what would be presumably a text of Masonry, but whether or not that is true is still in the air. I found it interesting, though, because one diagram which was in there was an "Ancient Salutation to the Dawn" which is notably akin to a cross. It is akin to the Osiris Slain posture which was briefly mentioned, but also has a few other interesting capacities. The Cross itself is a universal symbol, taking on different meanings. In one way, you could see the actual cross as the union of forces in the actual cross itself, four points coming to a single union, Left and Right, Up and Down and so on. I was looking at it from a more Gnostic Aspect and remembered another diagram that had the Crucifix imposed on the Tree of Life, which would be considered Cabbalah (Christian).
After that, into the mental rabbit hole I went, also remembering another rite from Nineveh Shadrach and Frances Harrisons' "Magic that Works: Practical Training for the Children of Light" which made use of the symbol of the Ankh or Sigil of Venus as a way to represent the Tree of Life imposed on the body. So, that rabbit hole. I do consider Christ an Orphic Figure, he lived, he died, he went to the Underworld/Hell/Tartaros, and was resurrected so he fits the Orphic Idea of Death/Rebirth as well as fits into the entire idea of the Sun descending into the Underworld and its Rebirth at Dawn. I suppose this would also go in well with the LVX Formula which actually makes use of the Osiris Slain Posture, alongside the entire focus on Tiferet which corresponds to Sol.
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This is the diagram that I referenced but the lines were a bit hard to make out without my glasses but the writing is as follows:
Top: Qui Expansis in cruce manibus traxisti omnia ad te saecula (Lord, you who have stretched out your hands on the cross and have drawn the whole world to you) Bottom: In Principio erat Verbum (In the Beginning was the Word).
So, a brief interpretation. The First could be considered Theosis, Athanasius of Alexandria described it as follows:
"The Son of G-d became man so that man might become G-d"
Gnosticism acknowledges that all are of the Body of G-d, but are trapped in ignorance of the True Nature of the Self which is described within the Gospel According to John in the Enchiridion of Pope Leo:
"This was the True Light that illuminated every man come into this world. He was in the World and the World was made by Him, but the World knew Him not. He came unto His own and his own did not receive Him. But He gave the Power to be children of G-d to those who did receive Him, to those who believed in His Name, who were not born of the Blood, nor of the Will of the Flesh, nor of the Will of Man, but of G-d Himself"
So, as of now, I'm currently reading through the sources I have to construct a prayer and try this method out. Will update.
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annieruok94 · 1 year
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Encounters
Back after a bit of a break with more O14 content. Enjoy.
Word count: 1.3k
Rating / TWs: Teen and up - Fluff with a bit of emotion; no TWs that I'm aware of.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Bungie.
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The apartment was as unusually quiet as the city around it. Soft rain ran down the window of Osiris' study. The only other sound was the intermittent scratching of his pen on paper as he tiredly scribbled a few lines into his notebook. Word of the Black Fleet's defeat had quickly gotten around the City, and afterwards, everything seemed to have come to a halt.
No joy, no celebration, not even the sun dared to peek from behind the clouds. Just a mellow, bittersweet silence. "Osiris?" He turned around to see Saint, a cup of tea in hand. "Yes, my love?" "Your tea." Osiris smiled and gestured to the armchair beside the desk. "Come. Have a seat." The cup clinked against the wood of the desk, and the armchair creaked as the Titan accommodated himself. Osiris put aside the notebook, exhaling slowly. "So. I take it it's over?" "Yes." "How are you feeling?" "It will... take some time to adjust", Saint replied tersely. The room fell silent for a moment. "Do you remember?" Osiris said. "Ages ago, when we made big plans to travel the galaxy? See the far ends of Sol, once the City was safe?" "Of course." "So many tall tales about what this day would look like." Osiris chuckled. "And look how drab it ended up being." "There will be time and place for celebration", Saint replied. “For now… We’re here. That is enough. ” "I guess so. After all… I’ve traveled far, I’ve seen many things, I’ve been imprisoned in my own mind even. Maybe this is where I’m supposed to be. Maybe, after mending time and space for our paths to cross again, the circumstances of that reunion don’t matter too much.”
Saint didn’t respond but cocked his head in tacit agreement.
“I should stop by the Tower”, he said after a pause. “See how the others are doing. It’s been a while.”
Osiris got up. “Then I’ll come with you.”
The rain ceased slowly as they entered the empty Courtyard. There was nothing of its usual business and idle chatter; a single figure in a heavy black cloak knelt in front of the Monument to the Lost Lights, laying out a bouquet of flowers, not noticing them as they approached the monument.
A box of candles had been left next to it.
"Saint?" Osiris muttered.
"Yes?"
"Light two of those candles, will you?"
The Titan retrieved two candles from the box and lit them with a stroke of his fingertip, passing one to Osiris.
The cloaked figure was still kneeling in front of the monument as Osiris went on to nestle the candle into a hodgepodge of mementos. The black cloak covered all discernible features, with the only exposed body part being the hands, gloveless and bearing the marks of one too many fights on their dark skin.
"I didn't expect you here", a familiar voice said.
Osiris took a step back. "Ikora? I... didn't recognize you."
"I didn't want to be recognized." She got up and pulled back the hood, revealing her face. "For once, I had to sit with myself and my thoughts for a little bit."
"You want to be left alone. I see."
He turned to leave while Saint placed the second candle. Then he heard Ikora's voice behind him.
"Listen."
They silently looked at each other for a moment. Her face told the story of too many sleepless nights and too little laughter.
"I know you have something to say", she continued. "You never show up without a reason."
"As a matter of fact, I do", Osiris replied warily. "Would you be willing to hear me out?"
Ikora scoffed, but her lips curved into a faint smile. "Meet me at my office. You too, Saint."
The office was meticulously kempt and ordered. Saint gently nudged Osiris to speak.
He took a deep breath. “I want to apologize. Though I know it probably means nothing now.”
Ikora’s face softened. “You’re right. But I appreciate it nonetheless.”
After a pause, she continued, “Look. It took me a long time to understand, and I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but… I’m not you.”  
Osiris smiled. “Fortunately.”
Ikora frowned. “Fortunately?”
“You see, there are many things I’d do differently in retrospect.” Osiris lowered his head. “My research had merit; I always knew that. I firmly believed you could be the one to continue my work… to accomplish greatness. And you did. But that doesn’t justify how hard I made things for you. I see that now.”
“Osiris…” Ikora exhaled slowly and gently placed a scarred hand on his shoulder. “…it’s over. We’re going to be okay. You can rest now.”  
“Yes.” Osiris felt his voice becoming hoarse with emotion. “Good work, little phoenix.”
“Please stop calling me that.”
“Would you prefer Phoenix of the New Golden Age?”
“I’d prefer to just be called by my name.” Ikora turned her attention to the stacks of random items left on her desk, and Osiris glanced at Saint, then back at her.
"Alright. We probably shouldn't be overstaying our welcome here", he said. "Ikora?"
"Yes?!"
"... I'm proud of you, little bird. Take care."
"You, too." There was no more resentment in her words, and she smiled softly as they turned to leave.
They teleported back to the apartment. Osiris immediately noticed Saint's surreptitious glance lingering on him.
"Fortuitous timing", he remarked, exhaling slowly. "That conversation was overdue."
"It was a good thing you talked to her", Saint agreed.
"I already said", Osiris muttered, "I'm not proud of myself."
To his utter surprise, Saint replied, "Oh, but I am."
Osiris let his eyes wander around the living room as they entered it. They'd been living in this apartment for years, a quiet refuge in the outskirts of the City; but during all these years he'd never truly bothered to look at it.
He remembered nights upon nights spent in his study, working until his hands were numb from writing and he suddenly found his head resting on the desktop. Apart from that, he had concerningly little recollection of this place. It was like he was looking at it for the first time.
Late in the day as it was, the rain had stopped, and hazy sunlight fell through the windows, leaving a faint glow over the dark wood of the floors, the worn wooden furniture and white couch.
Your work will outlive you. And it would, at least a part of it, in ways he hadn't even imagined.
The people around you might not. Luckily, some of them - most of them - were still there.
Osiris took a deep, steadying breath. Well, after all, it's not too late to follow my own advice.
Saint had occupied a place on the couch and gestured Osiris to do the same.
He allowed himself to curl into the Titan's arms and doze off under the gentle touch.
Ever since the beginning, here he had found respite from the chaos; here he had been directed a friendly word; here he had been shown unwavering faith.
And now, years and years of fighting and strife and regret had led to this. A quiet, mundane, yet intimate moment, knowing that neither of them would ever again have to trail off like an unfinished sentence.
"Saint", he whispered as he drifted to sleep, "My love."
He felt the cool metal of Saint's fingers gently running along his cheek as he drifted to sleep.
We're here.
That is enough.
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gil-notskajla · 2 years
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after leaving league of legends (and other riot games) you become so insanely resistant to any form of criticism relating to destiny...
"pvp is unbalanced" in league you had same champions in meta for 4 years, "seasonal content is reskined" besides it being mostly untrue in general, in league we dont even have event content anymore and riot expects players to pay double for events than they used to, "lore this season severely dissapointed me because it didnt have [insert exact thing that *I* wanted and doesnt nessesairly make sense]" riot fired so many writers they didnt write a single piece of lore that connects to what already got written in almost 2 years, "lore is TOO silly with the pirates this season" bold words considering spider clearly fears mithrax, we are about to witness eido's opinion on her father shattering, we just finished one of heavier seasons where everyone had to go to therapy and also fallen have always been scavangers and pirates soo..? riot on the other hand writes only for skins that sell and targer their content for audience that has mental capacity and literary experience of a 12 yr old, "gays arent in focus 24/7" after marinating in league lore where it took them 10 years to make lesbians kiss ONCE and never mention it again and 11 years to call male character "gay" that writer said was written gay from the start i cant help but laugh. even if osiris is in coma we get saint voicelines constantly reminding us that he is worried for his husband, every season we get o14 lore and random mentions of lgbt characters that nobody asked for (but i love so much), in league you have to beg on your knees only to watch them go back on it whenever they get a chance.
like i could go on and on and on (especially with designs that in leagues case should be just as diverse if not more than destiny according to lore but 95% of the time default to conventionally sexy white girl and sexy white guy). bungie is doing such a great job with destiny most of the time, on all levels, and it pisses me off to watch people complain about bullshit that is being done RIGHT and that league either abadoned or has never done because of appealing to racists, sexists, homophobes and corporate greed.
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Charles and MMA Theory
Okay, I came up with this theory a while ago (and has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust for months until this point) but haven’t really shared it in that many places. Bare in mind this is also a sort of weird fan theory of a fan theory, that being the popular Dadlacia theory (the one where Salacia is Charles’s biological father in case you don’t know) so feel free to take this with a massive grain of salt, as we gather around the Pepe Silvia board to ask this one question that just clicked one day. That being:
What if Charles Offdensen and the Metal Masked Assassin were half brothers?
Now admittedly both characters are wrapped in mystery, so of course there’s gonna be a lot of fan speculation on both of them, albeit the main smoking gun is that we at least learn MMA’s backstory in Doomstar Requiem (in song form):
“Born and left alone Never knew his mother Who was killed during birth but left him a brother”
This verse seems to suggest that MMA and 216’s father wasn’t in the picture, either by neglect or being absent altogether, essentially leaving 216 to raise MMA by himself (which is particularly messed up since they seem to be a bit close in age). Sure in complete fairness in a sung-through musical like this we don’t have time for every single detail, but the specific word choice intrigues me.
And if you know the basic Dadlacia theory y’know where I’m going with this, mainly the infamous scene in the cold open of Fatherklok where Charles is suspiciously wistful about how it feels to lose the strength of a father’s touch and that his father had strong hands. Now am I saying all fatherless characters in the series are Salacia’s children? Not really. Like for example, I’m kind of skeptical of the fan theory that Salacia is Skwisgaar’s father, if not the real dad of everyone in Dethklok. The Skwisgaar one I can kind of buy even if I have some theories that I think are better but the latter I’m not as fond of since it kind of ruins the point of the found family aspect (honestly the only variant of this theory I can see is the ones involving Salacia only being their father in a past life, like the sort of Kronos figure in the pantheon but we’d be here all day if we dwelled into that).
What I’m getting at is that part of it kind of goes into the “but why?” aspect since by all accounts. After all, Salacia is immortal as far as we can tell so on paper he wouldn’t exactly feel the need to sire children. Short version as I go to my now outdated headcanons post, my sort of theory to that is that he has a plan not unlike Ego from Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 that involves fathering as many children as possible that through trial and error would grant him offspring powerful enough to serve his machinations. Human beings to him are pawns after all, why would his own offspring be different?
Although I freely admit a good chunk of my theorizing has been on the thematic level. The lore of Metalocalypse has taken a lot of influence from various mythology and religions, and what better way to tie into the themes of brotherhood throughout the series than good old sibling rivalry which can be found everywhere from Set and Osiris to Kalervo and Untamo to (of course) Cain and Abel, particularly how one brother more or less (except not really) kills the other.
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Although funnily enough, Charles is simultaneously Abel and Seth in this metaphor considering how they didn't even meet each other until after 216's death.
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I want to talk about Lakshmi-2 again since her story came back as relevant, as well as touch on Savathun since she's coming back. So this is going to be a retrospective on their involvement in Season of the Splicer!
A lot of people weren't around for Season of the Splicer or maybe don't remember it as well. That season was a lot and one of the most important parts of it was that at the time we still didn't know about Savathun impersonating Osiris. SOME of us who dedicated a lot of time to figuring it out have speculated it and were pretty much 100% convinced that Osiris in Splicer was NOT Osiris, but this wasn't confirmed until after Splicer ended.
I think that the misunderstanding of this event has also led to misunderstanding Lakshmi and what she did in Splicer. The entire season's story takes on a completely different vibe if you know that Lakshmi was heavily manipulated by Savathun whose presence in the City had a major goal of destabilising leadership and drawing attention away from her own schemes.
This isn't a post to justify anything that Lakshmi did; her actions in Splicer were unambiguously bigoted towards the Eliksni. She used her xenophobia for personal political gains while putting a vulnerable population in danger with her words and actions. Lakshmi's xenophobic preaching resulted in direct violence against the Eliksni. There is no excuse for that, no matter what's the origin of that xenophobia. I want to make that clear before I dive into this.
What happened in Splicer?
Season of the Splicer was the third season in Y4 (Beyond Light). It focused on a mysterious phenomenon known as "the endless night" which wrapped the Last City in perpetual darkness. This was done by the Vex. Nobody knew how to deal with this, including every single Guardian and scholar in the Tower so out of desperation, we turned to the Eliksni for help; sacred Eliksni Splicers had means to enter the Vex Network and find a root cause as well as a possible solution to the problem. This is how Mithrax and his House of Light were invited to the City, in an unprecedent move for an alliance with the Eliksni. Splicers and Guardians together have the unique power to manifest physically in the Vex Network and deal with the cause for the endless night. Long post under:
Accepting the Eliksni into the City was tough. Most humans have experienced some form of violence at the hands of the Eliksni. Our past is filled with wars and battles against the Eliksni. The first big battle for the City, Battle of Six Fronts was against the Eliksni who wanted to breach the newly built wall and attack humanity. Battle of Twilight Gap was a final fight against united Eliksni houses that got close to conquering the City, only to be held off at the Twilight Gap as the last line of defence. This battle was saved, in part, because Mara decided to reveal the Awoken and stop House of Wolves from joining Twilight Gap which essentially prevented Eliksni victory, but spurned the Reef Wars which devastated the Reef; both the Eliksni and the Awoken. This is but a small selection of the biggest conflicts that show for how long this has been going on and how many people were affected by the wars with the Eliksni.
This is all after the Eliksni arrived to the system just as our Collapse finished and they wasted no time settling in a world just beginning to recover from the Collapse. Early human settlements were routinely entirely destroyed by the Eliksni who were stronger and better equipped than humans; until the Risen showed up. But even with the Risen, ordinary humans still continued to suffer to both the Eliksni and the Risen and their combined conflicts. Stories about Amanda and Safiyah are but a fraction of stories of ordinary humans who had to deal with Eliksni attacks. This also includes civilian Eliksni; many Eliksni were literally just survivors of their own apocalypse and had nowhere else to go, while dealing with unfathomable desperation about being abandoned by what they saw as their deity. Both humans and Eliksni were exploited by their leaders and pushed to constant wars.
This is important to understand because it gives some context to why some citizens of the Last City were somewhat reluctant to accept the Eliksni being there, on top of the growing paranoia about a City plunged in an endless night at the hands of the Vex. Humans didn't just wake up one day thinking "Eliksni are stinky!" there were legitimate reasons for being afraid. Mithrax's daughter Eido confirms this in her logs, telling us that the Eliksni are well aware that they were the initial aggressors on humanity. The same can be applied to Eliksni as well; many Eliksni have lived with the knowledge that at any point in time superpowered immortal humans can descend from the sky and start indiscriminately killing them. They have horror stories about this, most notably about Saint-14 who led a long crusade against the Eliksni, including against civilians who wanted nothing to do with the wars. Putting Saint-14 and Mithrax in the same City during a Vex-induced anxiety was a ticking time bomb.
Luckily, Saint-14 is a kind man who is capable of reflecting and being compassionate. Once Mithrax explained how the Eliksni view him, he got deeply ashamed of his actions and sought to atone for his past. It took a while, but the Eliksni accepted him and he became great friends with Mithrax and was willing to lay down his life for Eliksni who, at the end, he claimed are his people equally as anyone else in the City. At the end of the day, the leadership of humanity and the Eliksni decided to put everything behind and start anew, which was the right thing to do. Everybody suffered in the past, but nobody has to continue suffering in the future. Giving everyone a second chance is literally the core theme of Destiny.
The Lakshmi-2 Problem
On the other hand, there was Lakshmi-2. She was the leader of the Future War Cult, one of the City factions. Factions in the city were representatives of the civilians; Future War Cult, New Monarchy and Dead Orbit were the three that operated for the interest of the civilians. Lakshmi was immediately deeply against the Eliksni settling in the City. She proceeded to be a staunch advocate for their removal, broadcast weekly radio messages with anti-Eliksni sentiments and stoked the anxiety and paranoia of the citizens, directing it towards the Eliksni. At one point, the animosity towards the Eliksni turned to violence as well, and the Botza District, where the Eliksni were settled, was attacked and their settlement ransacked. Many Eliksni were harassed in the streets and some were attacked. Lakshmi's broadcasts were a huge part of this violence, which ended with her broadcasting about taking matters into her own hands which resulted in opening a Vex portal to the City (specifically to Botza District to attack the Eliksni).
The fandom immediately hated her for that and with good reason. A lot of people were confused because they didn't think it was right to portray her as a warmongering politician which was always strange to me. She was the leader of the Future War Cult. Her messaging was always that of political warmongering. It's in the name. Splicer just amplified this because the situation was happening in front of our eyes and for other reasons influencing Lakshmi.
Lakshmi was shown actively using the Device, a prediction machine owned by the Future War Cult since the Golden Age which was made back then by Maya Sundaresh who founded the FWC and invested into this Device which is a mesh of Vex technology. Maya called it a "mind-ship" and shown that it was capable of displacing one's consciousness, allowing you to see the future, past, other timelines, or possibly something else. The contemporary FWC found remains of the Device and continued to use it for the same purpose. Using the Device proved to be largely damaging or even lethal to those put in it. A lot of the "futures" that users saw would be that of utter Darkness, war and collapse so they decided to spread the message that "war is all there is" and that there will always be some fight happening in the future and that we must always be ready for it. Lakshmi used this to prove that this whole thing with the Eliksni is that fight; the inevitable yet another clash between human and Eliksni that endangers us all.
It's important to note that using the Device is not safe and it's not reliable. It often shows stuff that is hard to interpret or even completely false and based on what the users wants to see. This shows with Lakshmi with a lot of the visions she was seeing. Even her own fellow FWC members were distraught at her behaviour at the time with some deciding to resign, believing that she was becoming corrupted and going mad. This is relevant because it shows that her close colleagues noticed that she was acting strangely.
And she was. Because of Savathun.
Savathun.
At the time, Savathun was in the city, masquerading as Osiris. Before Splicer, she tried turning us to war with Caiatl, which failed. After that failed, she turned to the ace in her sleeve; Quria, the Taken Vex Mind she was gifted by her brother Oryx back in the Books of Sorrow days. Savathun instructed Quria to manipulate the Vex into creating the Endless Night in order to create a problem for the City that will destabilise its leadership, and cause panic and infighting. Savathun was the one who, as Osiris, suggested that Mithrax and House of Light be invited into the City, knowing full well that it will cause issues. She wanted those issues. She wanted a panicking anxious population on the brink of slaughtering each other, gossiping, spreading lies and misinformation. She needed it to keep her worm fed and she needed it to keep eyes off herself, while she schemed to figure out how to get the Light. She needed time to investigate archives and find materials and learn as much as possible so a little background chaos was perfect for that; nobody will pay attention to an old man who recently lost his Ghost when there's bigger problems at the horizon.
This was possible to piece together during Splicer, but Savathun helpfully admitted to it all in the season after, in Lost. Of course, she framed it to appear that she was being helpful, but we as players have more information so we can piece together everything she's done. Savathun infected both Lakshmi and the City with her viral song. Lakshmi's last broadcast detailed that "Osiris" aided her in opening the portal. Savathun spoke to Lakshmi on multiple occasions. We also have proof of this from the other side, from the perspective of Osiris who could see into Savathun's actions while he was being held prisoner. This lore was the POV from Osiris, from Lost (after Splicer) and it shows Osiris seeing through Savathun's eyes as she was actively influencing Lakshmi. Osiris didn't even know who Lakshmi was; she gained prominence after he'd already been exiled. But he saw an "Exo woman" with "vacant eyes" and Savathun's "true voice" humming to her.
Savathun, besides creating both of the main problems (Endless Night and Eliksni in the City), also worked tirelessly to fuel violence in the City by corrupting Lakshmi-2. Savathun whispered in her ear, running suggestions by her, enticing her day by day and ultimately being the one who made her open the Vex portal in the middle of the City. Lakshmi, on top of being already driven mad by the Device, was also being driven mad by Savathun who desperately wanted the City's leadership to fight. It got to the point of suggesting a coup against the Vanguard. Lakshmi-2 and Executor Hideo (New Monarchy) got as far as to try recruiting Saint-14 to help them with the coup; when he refused, Hideo feared that he will tell Osiris everything and snitch on them, but Lakshmi was convinced that Osiris will stop Saint from saying anything. Why? Because it wasn't Osiris. The "Osiris" that Lakshmi knew was actually Savathun who would indeed try to stop Saint from outing their coup plans.
I want to stress again that Lakshmi wasn't innocent in this whole debacle. She had her own bigoted beliefs, coming from trauma; at the end we learned that Lakshmi-2 survived the sack of London by House of Devils back in the Dark Age. She has personally experienced a traumatic event of Eliksni attacking and murdering humans and destroying their settlement. The problem with Lakshmi is that she didn't even attempt to deal with that trauma or solve it. Saint was also traumatised, as were many other Guardians and people in the City and they all decided to put it aside and work towards getting better. Lakshmi held onto her trauma and never got over it. She confronted the Eliksni (Namrask) who participated in the sack of London and told him to his face that to her, he will never change from a conqueror he was, despite his very honest attempt to do so. Namrask, much like Saint-14 decided to put his warring past behind and to change and be a different person. And as much as Saint, he has the right to do so. Lakshmi denied it from him and instead still held onto her original belief that Eliksni cannot change and cannot be good.
Unfortunately, Lakshmi also never got a chance to change, given that the moment this all started, she was roped in with Savathun who wanted a City leader to sow chaos. Maybe without Savathun and the Device, Lakshmi would've turned out better. Maybe she would've thought about it more, learned to forgive, learned to accept the Eliksni (much like Saint), but she never got the chance before Savathun corrupted her. I feel like people forget that, or maybe even don't know about it. It's much easier to just hate Lakshmi and call her racist and talk about how violently she should die. The nuance and tragedy of her story is often pushed aside or not mentioned at all.
This is even more tragic now. Lakshmi was violated, deeply, in a way that is truly impossible to comprehend. She died, erased, in proximity to an alien entity. In her body, a new identity was installed, a combination of Maya and other Exos that participated in the "chorus" with her as the "conductor." She did not consent to this and as we've seen from her research into Spontaneous Exo Reset Syndrome, she was at least somewhat aware that something horribly wrong had happened to her. She was directed by impulses that were not entirely her own. Her interest in the Future War Cult and the Device are both suspect now, given that those things were Maya's obsessions and Maya used Lakshmi as a proxy; a twisted way to create a "child" by imprinting a part of yourself into them.
And as if that wasn't enough, she was grabbed by Savathun, a master in manipulation, lies and corruption who didn't care about her or about the City or about the Eliksni. I hope people can also realise that it was Savathun who used the bigotry against the Eliksni as a tool with zero care for actual victims of this bigotry. Eliksni dying in violent attacks around the City were nothing but an accessory to Savathun; accessory to her plans to ruin us while she's looking for a way get rid of her worm with the Light. It was entirely selfish, through and through, with no regards to either humans or Eliksni. In this case, I would put more blame on Savathun than Lakshmi for any kind of bigotry towards the Eliksni; Lakshmi could've learned better had she gotten a chance, while Savathun had many chances and simply did not care.
Lakshmi was an incredibly interesting character to me since I first saw her. This is partially due to her VA (Shohreh Aghdashloo) whom I adore to death so just hearing her speak had me enchanted. But Lakshmi and the FWC were always my favourite faction and I didn't like how the community boiled them all down to just xenophobia towards Eliksni as if there was nothing else to them and as if they all agreed with what Lakshmi did in Splicer. At the same time, people ignored the same xenophobia first and foremost from Savathun who had zero reason to even remotely object to Eliksni being in the City, or even New Monarchy who also participated in Lakshmi's schemes. It was only ever Lakshmi, a woman whose trauma was manipulated against her by an entity known for toppling down entire civilisations with the use of manipulation and corruption. Savathun infiltrated many civilisations in the same way she did ours and they all ended up much worse than us: her infiltration of the Harmony led to their downfall and her corruption of Umun'Arath led to the fall of Torobatl. A lesser known example is told to us by Rhulk, of a species (Kalarahnda) he came to destroy but that destroyed itself upon seeing him because someone (Savathun) alerted them to him so they spent centuries preparing their entire civilisation for his arrival as per her instructions. When he arrived, they self-destructed their whole planet, believing they're fulfilling a great prophecy of mass sacrifice to ascend. This was Savathun's doing; instead of helping them escape Rhulk, she orchestrated their demise purely to take the satisfaction of it from Rhulk. Not to help those people, to spite Rhulk.
I'm adding this because I want to absolutely stress how much Savathun does not care for any lives other than her own. Entire civilisations crumbled into dust due to her manipulations. We've talked about this before due to some of the stuff writers said about Savathun recently and I feel like people simply forget this or want to excuse it, but are super quick to judge Lakshmi in a way they never would Savathun; the actual person who orchestrated her actions and ultimately her death.
I think they should both be judged, albeit in different ways. And I definitely think that the blame for what happened to the City during the Endless Night and specifically for what happened to the Eliksni should fall mostly on Savathun, not Lakshmi. It was Savathun who even orchestrated the endless night to begin with. Lakshmi was complicit and she had her own issues that she should've worked out in the centuries she's had to think about them. Savathun probably chose Lakshmi because she was an easier target; already with a problem against the Eliksni. A believable victim, someone that wouldn't take much to convince and corrupt. I'm also of the belief that, as Osiris, she also tried to do it to Saint-14, but he's a much more principled person than Lakshmi.
So they both suck. Both Savathun and Lakshmi were using the struggles of the Eliksni as a tool for their own gains which contributed to untold Eliksni suffering, but in the grand scheme of things, it was Savathun that forged it all from the bottom to the top. She made the Endless Night, she directed the Vanguard into going to Mithrax and the Eliksni for help, she orchestrated their settlement in the City, she spent time picking a target in the form of Lakshmi to spread propaganda and force people to be in a perpetual state of panic and misinformation for months, while she tended to her own goals of gaining the Light.
And once more, Savathun's attempt to put us at war with someone, ultimately led to another alliance. At the end of the day, compassion and friendship in the face of danger prevailed because Destiny is fundamentally a story about hope.
It's just something I wanted to recap and remind people if they aren't aware or don't remember. Because I feel like the new information will reignite the old "Lakshmi is racist" spiel with complete disregard of everything we know about her and with complete disregard of the actual culprit of the bigotry in Splicer: Savathun.
This doesn't mean that you can't dislike Lakshmi for what she's done. You absolutely can! We can't claim that all her actions were because of Savathun; as a matter of fact, she was chosen by Savathun because of how maleable she was. It's not easy to just turn someone into a bigot. The new information definitely adds to the tragedy of Lakshmi's life and to how much she was manipulated by those around her, but it doesn't remove her own fault for what happened.
This also doesn't mean that you have to hate Savathun. Just be aware of some of the more heinous stuff she's done and don't ignore it or view it as not important. Savathun's actions should be condemned as much as Lakshmi's, if not more so, but I'm not here to compare who's a worse bigot. They've both done horrible things to humans and Eliksni in a situation where we needed to stay united. And in the same way we can discuss the complexity and tragedy of Lakshmi, we have to acknowledge it for Savathun as well. She was a victim of manipulation as well, someone who took millions of years to realise that those she swore her life to are liars. She will eventually have to reckon with that.
Luckily, the outcome was ultimately in our favour, although not without consequences. Many Eliksni were attacked and died. Lakshmi died and the rest of the factions were exiled. We now can't simply ask Lakshmi about the new revelations, we can't get more information from her or the FWC, something that might be able to help us understanding and defeating the Witness. There's still a chance to find out in some way, but it would've been so much easier if we could simply ask someone who is in the City.
Splicer was a really good season, I highly recommend going through the story of it if you haven't played. DLV has everything in the playlist I linked and the official channel has just the cutscenes. Being there was truly a whole special experience because of the stuff with Savathun and Osiris. I cannot stress enough that the majority of the players did NOT believe that Osiris isn't Osiris. The theory was out there but it was largely not listened to. Some even used lore tabs that explicitly confirmed the theory from Splicer to claim it debunks it. It was a wild time. The wildest of all was the ending where people were genuinely saying that the ending to Splicer changed their mind to NOT believing it was Savathun. It was one of the most mind-boggling time in Destiny for me and I think that the misunderstanding of that whole plot made a lot of people either forget or not properly understand Savathun's involvement with the events of Splicer. If one played through the whole thing believing that was actually Osiris, Savathun's actions may have eluded them, especially if they didn't engage with a retrospective of the season. I believe that understanding how Savathun manipulated Lakshmi is important for understanding Lakshmi as a character, especially now with these new reveals (and possibly directly because of the new reveals; perhaps Savathun also targeted Lakshmi because of her origin). But at the end of the day, Lakshmi is still someone who couldn't let go of her xenophobia which made her the best target for Savathun to manipulate. That one is on her, regardless of all of her origins and trauma.
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The Unknown Origins of Christmas & Christianity
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Original post: The Unknown Origins of Christmas & Christianity (pyramidmedia369.com)
There is a wide variety of artifacts below that detail the origins of the Christmas ritual. The information below will be quite alarming, because it can cause deep confusion depending on where you stand in your spiritual journey. There's a lot to uncover here. I'm only here to make you think. Lets get to it. 
We will address the following:
Christ-Mass
Saturnalia
Saturn Worship
ACTS 14:12 + GENESIS 11:5-9 in the Bible
Who is Nimrod? 
How does Nimrod tie to the story of Christ?
The original Virgin Mary story
The Winter Solstice
Christ-Mass & the start of Christianity
The word "Christmas" is a derivative of "Christ-Mass". With Mass being a common practice in Roman Catholicism, having a nature specific to certain dates for more than just astrological reasons. The roots of Christmas were first planted in ancient Rome with Saturnalia: the original ritual of Christmas. In 336 AD, Pope Julius I decided to call December 25th "Christ-Mass", in an effort to adopt and absorb the traditions of the pagan Saturnalia festival. This is just 11 years after the beginning of Christianity, which started in 325 AD by Constantine The Great at the Council of Nicea. At the CON, Constantine stated that religious peace could only occur if a single religion is imposed throughout the empire, therefore no one could leave the empire until they agreed on a Universal interpretation for Christianity. There were only 5 priests who disagreed with him. Therefore, the bible doctrine we read today was subjugated by votes. Meaning, the stories/scriptures they would or would not include in the bible had to be voted for by the Council of Nicea. Which is why 75 books were removed from the bible as Christianity was created. 
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I wonder, why didn't Christianity evolve as its own semitic denomination? Yeshua (Jesus) was a Jew from the tribe of Judah by lineage, and the New Testament states his crucifixion was ordered by the Roman Catholic church. Why is Christianity a denomination of Catholicism, and not Hebrew customs? Weird. 
Saturnalia
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Saturnalia was originally a celebration of the god 'Saturn', which would last from December 17th through December 25th. I do recommend that you research the nature of these festivals on your own. Before it was Jesus Christ's birthday, it was Nimrod's birthday and was widely celebrated similar to the way we celebrate Christmas. To the Romans, Nimrod was called Saturn; the Greeks called him Kronos; the Egyptians called him Osiris; the Phoenicians and Canaanites called him Baal. Interesting, isn't it? 
Saturn Worship
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It's not just ancient Romania; Saturn does play an important role in our spiritual evolution for many different reasons. For starters, Saturn is associated as the Lord of Karma and Time. Honoring Saturn is not merely just a pagan practice, hence why the Hebrew Sabbath day is on Saturday, the day of Saturn. If you look up any Pre-Copernicus astrological facts, you will find that Saturn is revered as the highest heaven of all the planetary bodies. Yes, each planet is considered not just a god/goddess, but also a heaven and dimension. The energetic nature of these planets are described through the personification of said deities.
You can learn more about how the roles the planets played in the ancient pantheons of spirituality and astrology here: "How The Days Got Their Names?"
Saturnalia is an ancient Greco-Roman festival, which also explains why the Bible stories include characters/gods from Greek-Roman pantheon. For example..
'Acts 14:12' in the Bible
King James Version:
"And they called Barnabas, Jupiter; and Paul, Mercurius, because he was the chief speaker." 
New International Version:
"Barabas, they called Zeus, and Paul they called Hermes because he was the chief speaker."
Mercury is the planet of communication, while Jupiter is the planet of rulership.  Barnabus and Paul were appointed these names because of the social role they were playing among their tribe and society. This means that at a point in time, astrology was highly implemented by the progenitors of these said religions.
Who is Nimrod? 
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Nimrod is a son of Cush, grandson of Ham and great grandson of Noah. "He was a mighty hunter before (against) the Lord" - Genisis 10:9. He was rebellious to the God of the bible, YHWH/ENLIL. Nimrod was the architect and main builder of the Tower of Babel. In Sumerian language, this tower is called Etemenanki, "the stairway between heaven and earth". The purpose of this tower was initially built in dedication to Enlil's brother, ENKI, to go high enough to see the gods. It was built in a spot the Babylonians believed was the very center of our Universe. Rome, which is just Babylon in a different time, was the original city of Saturn. 
During the construction of the Tower of Babylon, the peoples of the earth remained undivided, with one language and culture. But this was against God's orders. Read Genesis 11:5-9, where it describes how God made the builders scatter and divided their languages and kept them from being able to understand one another. This led to the final destruction of the tower. 
How does Nimrod tie to the story of Christ?
After Nimrod's death (c. 2167 BC), his wife Semiramis promoted the belief that he was a god. She claimed that she saw a full-grown evergreen tree spring out of the roots of a dead tree stump, symbolizing the springing forth of new life for Nimrod. On the anniversary of his birth, she said, Nimrod would visit the evergreen tree and leave gifts under it. His birthday fell on the winter solstice at the end of December. This is how the Christmas Tree tradition originated. 
Traditionally, a yule log was burned in the fireplace on Christmas Eve and during the night as the log’s embers died, there appeared in the room, as if by magic, a Christmas tree surrounded by gifts. The yule log represented the sun-god Nimrod and the Christmas tree represented himself resurrected as his own son, Tammuz who is Horus/Heru. Remember, the names are different because of the languages used throughout different kingdoms.
This story can also be found in the Sumerian story, The Epic of Gilgamesh, who is also Nimrod, who is Horus, who is Heru, who is Hercules. This is where the word "HERO" comes from! Let's get back on topic now...
The original Virgin Mary story
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Osiris's story is almost exactly the same, just a few details make it more of a different story in other cultures. Nimrod's story is only missing the details of how his wife Semiramis, who is Isis, was able to conceive this miracle child. This is how the concept of the Holy Trinity began.
Nimrod-Semiramis-Tammuz version:
"Nimrod's uncle Shem killed Nimrod and scattered his remains across the land. When his wife became pregnant five month's later, she proclaimed that she was made pregnant by the rays of the Sun, which was supposedly her husband Nimrod."
 Osiris-Isis-Horus version:
"But one night Set, hunting by the light of the moon, found the chest, and, recognizing the body, tore it into fourteen pieces, which he scattered up and down throughout the land. When Isis heard of this, she took a boat and gathered the fragments of Osiris's body. Wherever she found one, there she built a tomb and pieced Osiris back together, who was then brought back to life. At this moment, Isis conceived Horus who later avenged Osiris's death."
The Winter Solstice
Ironically, the Sun cycle dies for 3 days. Its cycle is renewed, and the Sun begins to rise again on the 3rd day. Sound familiar? Throughout these 3 days, the Sun is at its lowest point out of a complete 365-day year. On December 25th, the Sun moves one degree northward and is symbolically born again! 
"The New Testament stories are based on the initiation ceremonies and esoteric secrets including astrology and Sun worship that were performed and communicated in the Mystery schools of Sumer, Babylon, and Egypt. In modern times, they are performed in Freemasonry, Order of the Eastern Star, Rosicrucianism, Order of the Golden Dawn, Thule Society, etc. But they are presented as a literal story to fool the people; especially Christianity, Judaism and Islam." - David Icke
Conclusion:
So Nimrod's story is Osiris's story. Considering that Horus is an incarnation of Osiris, the Horus legend also belongs to Nimrod as well. I can see how the confusion begins for many of us. Because Nimrod was killed by his own uncle - and Horus sought revenge on his uncle Seth who killed his father, Osiris. I know you're like, "How did he kill the person that killed him?" LOL there's so many empty blanks to fill in!
The ancient story says Isis used the pyramid of Giza to draw Osiris's spirit down into his body once she put him back together, after being killed and dismembered by his brother Set. It is also said that the Egyptians used Orion's belt as a gateway aka portal to travel to Earth's dimension with the use of the Pyramid. These are the missing details in the other stories. I shall return!
Thank you for reading!
If you do not truly understand how the planets, ancient Gods, and humanity are all connected, please feel free to reach out to me and ask any questions you may have at [email protected]. I try to leave clues in my previous articles, but I understand information has to be organized based upon your questions and needs. - Phoenix Son
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File: Krampus
SCP#: AGZ
Code Name: Krampus, He Who Takes
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AGZ cannot be contained, instead all efforts regarding SCP-AGZ are to be to stop it from killing civilians. Should the key signs of SCP-AGZ being activated appear in any location around the world the MTF units are to be deployed right away. Mobile Task Force Demeter-4 "Animal Control" has surprisingly proven to be the most competent at subduing SCP-AGZ-1 instances. Though of course should they call for it, reinforcements or perhaps a joint operation with another task force can be authorized. All attacks against SCP-AGZ are meant to continue until its anomalous effects have finally ceased. 
Afterwards Mobile Task Force Osiris-Δ "What God Does in the Dark" is responsible for enacting Protocol "Real People" should the casualty count of SCP-AGZ be too high. This only applies if SCP-AGZ rampages in the middle or close to densely populated areas. Should SCP-AGZ manifest in a highly isolated area such as a small village it is to be left alone. Afterwards the single child who is the sole survivor is to be extracted and given the proper amnestics before being placed into a Foundation own orphanage. 
Description: SCP-AGZ is a cryptid-class anomaly and supposedly the shadow and exact opposite of Entity of Interest: Santa Claus. Quite similar to SCP-4666, the purpose of SCP-AGZ is to take rather than give and without mercy. However, unlike SCP-4666 who acts on impulse and at random, SCP-AGZ must be "summoned". In order to summon SCP-AGZ, one must lose all hope with Christmas and destroy something that has significance with their now destroyed faith in Christmas. Secondly, this must always be done on Christmas eve, if it is done earlier or later then SCP-AGZ will not act and thus the family will be safe. Lastly, the one who summons SCP-AGZ must be a child of 12 to 4 years old. Anyone older or younger is unable to summon SCP-AGZ. 
Once SCP-AGZ has been activated it will proceed to cut off the target and their family from the rest of the world. First by surrounding their home in a bad blizzard covering everything around them with snow and intense winds. SCP-AGZ will proceed to find every house and living being that is not the target and kill them all ensuring the target's family gets no outside help. From then on SCP-AGZ will proceed to kill off the target's family members one by one until they are all dead and the target is alone. Once the target is alone SCP-AGZ will confront them and give them an iron jingle bell with the word "Krampus" engraved on it. 
SCP-AGZ never works alone, it always has several little helpers that assist him in his goals. These creatures are labeled as SCP-AGZ-1 instances, each one takes the form of a horrifically distorted common Christmas toy or creature. There's the snowman which swims in the snow like a shark and eats any prey it comes across. The evil gingerbread men that use various tools to trap and torment prey. The living toys such as the teddy bear, the angel, the robot toy, and the horrific jack in the box that eats humans whole to mimic their voices. Of course, there are also the elves which show up much later when Christmas day is about to end and SCP-AGZ needs to kill all the remaining survivors as fast as possible. It should be noted that none of the SCP-AGZ instances are immortal and can be killed quite easily with firearms and other conventional means. However, though they are quite fragile they are also extremely agile, and each are experts of stealth. Furthermore, it is unknown if this also applies for SCP-AGZ himself; furthermore, SCP-AGZ has proven that, so long as he can recover the bodies, he can resurrect any killed SCP-AGZ-1 instance for next year or at the very least make new ones.  
According to archives and fairy tales gathered by The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics, SCP-AGZ is directly related to Entity of Interest: Santa Claus. While Santa Claus gives and rewards, SCP-AGZ takes and punishes; more specifically on those that have forgotten the meaning of Christmas and dare to secretly wish for their families to be dead or go away. By committing its horrific acts, SCP-AGZ supposedly makes sure the target never again forgets the meaning of Christmas and to always cherish their family and the holiday spirit from then on. There was only one instance where SCP-AGZ resurrected all the killed or returned the captured targets and it was on December 25th, 2015; the same day SCP-AGZ was discovered. 
On this day a unit from Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 "Pony Express" was doing their usual undercover work within the suburbs of [data expunged] until suddenly they reported an abnormal increase of heavy winds despite Foundation weather forecast devices showing otherwise. Not long after, the Foundation lost contact with him and an undercover family in the suburbs. Believing this to be some kind of anomalous attack Mobile Task Force Delta-14 "Winter Wonderland" was deployed to investigate, evacuate survivors, and subjugate the anomaly. The mission was a massive failure with the entire team getting ambushed by SCP-AGZ and SCP-AGZ-1 instances. 
Miraculously, the next day, SCP-AGZ was nowhere to be seen and the entire suburb was fixed and brand new as if nothing ever happened. The agents reported feeling okay but not sure what happened including the MTF Delta-14 team who were just outside the area. The target of the incident and the family were located and interviewed allowing the Foundation to know all it currently does about SCP-AGZ. The target of the family named [data expunged] explained that he confronted SCP-AGZ and renounced his wish. SCP-AGZ then seemingly killed him but instead brought everyone back and fixed the area but not without leaving the same iron bell with the name Krampus engraved on it. It seems that SCP-AGZ despite his tactics and nature, is merciful to those that learn their lesson especially early. As such to avoid invoking SCP-AGZ's wrath the family wasn't amnestied but given $300,000 to each individual member as hush money as well as a reward for their compliance with the Foundation. 
From then on, the Foundation has tried numerous times to stop and contain SCP-AGZ until one day on Christmas eve 2019, Dr. Bones received a note on his desk. It was a large paper written in dried blood stating the following.
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You're wasting your time with me. I've seen you contain many fakers and fools with your little cages. I've seen you spill oceans of blood all for the sake of living a little longer. No matter how futile it gets you always try to succeed and most of the time, you do. But I'm warning you now, give up. You can't get me, and trying is futile. I've been around since the first Christmas and I'll be around for the last, of course if you wanted to you could just get rid of the holiday. But then again do you really want another SCP-[data expunged] to come to life? But Fine if you wanna keep trying then feel free to continue to amuse me with your little toy soldiers. I actually do find our battles pretty entertaining; I personally just think that SCP-4666 is more worth your time. Seriously, people call me a monster but even I think that guy takes things too far, he doesn't even target kids that are naughty he goes after the ones with [data expunged]. But you didn't hear that from me. Though I’m not even sure if he’s consciously aware of what he’s doing, he’s too much of a sadistic fuck to understand. Seriously just... get your priorities in order is all I'm saying.
- Sincerely, Krampus
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How SCP-AGZ knows about the [data expunged] incident regarding SCP-[data expunged] or the existence of SCP-4666 is unknown. Regarding when the letter mentioned children who have [data expunged], no one knew what that word meant so originally it was thought to be mad ravings and nothing more. However, upon hearing it the O5 Council ordered that everyone who heard it be amnestied at once, including Dr. Bones. Those who are immune to amnestics were executed. When the Ethics Committee demanded an explanation the O5 Council invoked Protocol "Butterfly Effect" leading to no further conflict. This has only raised the danger level of SCP-AGZ, as it somehow has access to knowledge that scares even the O5 Council. Currently the decision to allow the Department of the Impossible to handle SCP-AGZ is being considered heavily.
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Betrayal of Anubis
Based before Moon Knight, this tells the story about the avatar of Anubis and how they meet Marc/Steven. Most of the characters and gods are depicted are closely to the myths as possible, I did… so much research for this.
This... was purely for my own sake. But, it turned out longer than I anticipated so it’s gonna end up being a series hehehe. In this, the main character is an avatar, has no pronouns, and has no preference to partners HAHAHAHA aight enjoy PART ONE. 
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     As an avatar, the first and foremost role is to be a god’s voice and acting hand on the mortal plane, as well as the be their eyes and ears concerning humanity. For thousands of years, avatars have walked the earth, mostly hidden from the public, doing the will of the gods and protecting humanity. Gods who represented war and such went through avatars quickly, whereas more peaceful gods could keep a single avatar for several lifetimes if they took care of them. In very few, rare cases, some avatars lived to be hundreds of years simply because their god couldn’t bear to part with them. The gods responsible were usually life or death gods who understood the fleetingness of human lives and became attached to their avatars. I was 28 when Anubis had chosen me.
 Anubis, a towering entity, with the body of a well-tanned man draped in the clothes of his ancient homeland, and the head of a jackal. Across his collar bones was a plate of gold with embeddings of red and orange and green jewels, in his right hand a tall was sceptres, in his left the ankh. He radiated the power he held and, while many had the wrong idea of him, he was always kind. Anubis had a care for humanity and an interest in their ways that many of the gods lacked. Those who passed into his realm were treated with kindness and those who were not able to be were at least given a fair send-off before Ammit ate them. I knew all of this because I knew him. As his avatar, there wasn’t much work to be done, mainly just keeping tabs on the mortal world for him while he stayed in the underworld for the majority of the time. I also accompanied him while he attended meetings of the Ennead, a treat and a dread to attend. While being in the presence of such great deities was thrilling, after the first two or three meetings, it became a rather dull affaire. Plus, sitting in on family problems was never that entertaining for me. But I remember one day, a meeting was taking place and Anubis was sneakily letting me listen in instead of fully controlling my voice and blocking me out.
“Tell me, Set, why have you called this meeting of the Ennead? You are aware your presence is unwelcomed here.” Set was a disgraced god, known for his evil tricks and cruel acts, especially against Osiris. Looking upon him made me sick.
“Aware, yes, you all have made that quite clear. I have called you here on the account of Anubis, and his treachery. His abuse towards his avatar. And his blatant hatred for the gods.” I was shocked, to say the least. Set was cruel, yes, but this was something else. To make such accusations, even without proof, would sow seeds of doubt in the minds of the gods and it may be difficult to weed them out. A cooling relief settled through me. Osiris spoke.
“Set, you are serpent tongued, doer of great evils, your words and your tricks are meaningless here. Leave us!” His presence was forced out of the temple, and the Ennead was left to think. I don’t know why I panicked so much; I should have remembered his words have no merit. They would not have believed him anyway. “Anubis, may we speak to your avatar.” It wasn’t a question so much as a demand, and chills run down my back as Anubis left my mind. Even more so, I felt him leave the temple entirely, leaving me alone to the Ennead.
“My lords and ladies of the Ennead.” I addressed them all with a bow of my head.
“We must ask, however uncomfortable it may be, is Anubis abusing or neglecting you at all? If Set’s claims have any merit that you know of, please speak up.” Isis looked across to me with worry on her face. I shook my head frantically.
 “No! No, Anubis has never and will never abuse me! And to address his claims, I can vouch for his character when I say Anubis has never harbored anything but love and reverence for his fellow gods. He would never commit any sort of treachery or hurt anyone!” I could tell my anger towards Set was getting to me. I took a deep breath and tried to reign myself in. “I apologize… I did not intend for my anger to be so blatant.”
“You defend him vehemently. You two are obviously close.” Nephthys teased. Looking up, I arched an eyebrow at the obvious jest. As Anubis’ mother, it wasn’t uncommon for her to tease me relentlessly, but I knew between her and Isis, I would always have a mother figure here at court. She laughed and smiled at her sister. “Clearly we have nothing to worry about, let us be off.” With that, the gods stand and leave their avatars. As I made my way down the steps to leave, Isis’ and Nephthys’ avatars, Lani and Mahora, race down to kiss my head before leaving. Lani was about 58 now, with two sons and a loving husband. Mahora was in her late 60’s, with children grown and grandchildren on the way. Mahora worked in a funeral parlor and tended to the families of the deceased. Lani was a writer working on her latest book. Both had taken me in in a way, and after bidding me goodbye they left, slipping through their portals, and soon it was just me, lingering in the temple room, the ancient chamber providing a calm security I didn’t quite know anywhere else. Upon returning to my home, I found Anubis waiting for me with Asim and Sadiki, my two jackals. Anubis had given them to me long ago since he could not always be with me.
“My child, Nephthys says you defended me. Thank you.” A large hand rested on my head for a second. I remember the days that followed vividly, only because nothing happened. Anubis left the next day, returning to the underworld where he attended the dead and maintained the scales with Maat. It had been some thousand years since Ammit was imprisoned and the task of disposing of the souls that did not pass the scales were left to Anubis and his jackals. More work for him… It wouldn’t be until about two weeks later that I would notice something off. It was on a Wednesday when I met Maat for the first time.
“Avatar of Anubis, watcher of the living and record keeper for the Lord of The Dead.” A woman in a maroon suit with a large rectangular bag set over her shoulder stood at my door. Short, buzzed hair and brown skin, she looked like everything I’d fear to see in the courtroom. This must have been Maat’s avatar.
“Maat, goddess of justice, truth, and order, daughter of Ra, keeper of the scales and giver of divine justice.” I acknowledged, but I didn’t see why we were using such formalities. Gods, that left me winded just a tad. Maat was always so formal from what Anubis had told me. “I must inform you; that such formalities are no longer necessary, my lady.” She smiled a bit, and her eyes glowed a yellow gold for only a second. I welcomed her into my apartment and as she passed, unease washed over me.
“My child, avatar of my oldest friend, I bring news,” I nod along but I already felt my stomach drop. “Anubis has been neglecting his duties, and the dead are roaming the red reed fields without guidance.” I was shocked. Anubis was never one to neglect his duties or be so careless as to leave souls unsupervised on their journey to the other side.
“My lady, what are you saying? Anubis would nev-”
“I sought him out, but only found blood. Your patron has been very busy.” She looked…accusatory. Suddenly she grabbed my arm and her eyes flashed gold again, this time brighter, louder, and my arm burned. When she let go, she looked conflicted. “If you had lied, the scales would have told me… but you are pure of heart…you did not know.” With that, she turned to leave. I was left alone with everything. Anubis was off killing people, my scales were balanced, Maat just visited the mortal realm for the first time in centuries… Anubis… I felt a chill run down my back as I realized what was going on. Two weeks ago, Set had made those claims, and here Anubis was, doing exactly what she predicted. If what I thought was happening, I needed to speak to Isis and Nephthys. Walking into the far back of the apartment, I pulled out two tiny statues, one shaped like a kite bird and the other a scorpion, setting them out and lighting two green candles for the sisters. I sat on my shins in front of the makeshift altar.
“Isis, Divine Mother, bearer of Horus, sister of Nephthys, I pray to you in my time of need. I seek your wisdom and your sanctuary for I know not what to do in troubling times. Nephthys, goddess of funerals, barer of Anubis, my patron, sister of Isis, I pray to you in my time of need. I seek your guidance and sanctuary for I am lost and alone. I can offer nothing but my words and intentions-” The room was flooded with the scent of hot sands, cooking garlic, and balsam oil which smelled more like vegetable oil. Turning around, Lani and Mahora stood in the center of the room, both of their eyes glowing a peridot green.
“My child, whatever is the matter?!” Isis rushed towards me, nearly stubbing Lani’s toe in the process. She wrapped her arms around me and for a moment, just a moment, I felt calm. Nephthys also approached me, taking her turn to hug me.
“It’s Anubis, Maat came here with her avatar and told me he was neglecting his duties. It’s just like what Set said! But I know him, he would never do this!” I watched Lani’s eyes take on a sad look and Mahora’s looked ready to cry. Nephthys had always cared so very deeply for Anubis, being his mother, so the idea of him neglecting his duties and potentially having to be imprisoned if it were truly as serious as Maat said, it visibly broke her heart.
“Child, if Maat is right, this could be very serious. We have certain things in the underworld in place for a reason; souls cannot be left to wander; the ritual of the scales must be overseen by both a god of death and a God of truth. We must call a meeting of the Ennead; we must speak to Anubis ourselves.” They each took one of my hands and closed their eyes. My apartment faded away, as if it were nothing but sand, drifting in the breeze until we were standing in the center chamber of the pyramid of Giza. Opening their eyes once again, they quickly walked to their seats, leaving me to stand front and center.
“Isis, what is the meaning of this?” Osiris and his avatar walk through a doorway to my right. Without Anubis with me, I had no place to be here. I felt nauseous all of a sudden standing in front of some of the most important deities in Egypt.
“Set’s claims may have some truth to them, and if so, we must speak to his avatar and Maat.” At the mention of her name, the Goddess of Justice entered through a hall to my left. Her avatar was still dressed in her suit, but she no longer carried her bag.
“Maat in attendance. I come to speak on Anubis.” She looked to me, and for a moment I saw sadness.
“Child,” looking up, Isis was looking down at me with Lani’s eyes, “We will summon Anubis once all accounts have been heard. If you feel unsafe at any time, tell us.” I nodded and stepped aside for Maat to speak directly. “Maat, relay your account and what you and your avatar had found.”
“The souls in the underworld are wandering aimlessly, they are not entering the afterlife. The scales are being neglected; the ritual is only being fulfilled on one side. And worse, too many souls are coming through, more than there should be. This led me and my avatar to seek out the cause. Anubis has been rampaging through the mortal plane, killing and hunting like a wild animal!” I felt… cold. Like a fear I did not ever want to know had washed over me. Anubis… killing… I felt sick. Had Set been right?
“Child,” Osiris addressed me, “Did you know this?”
“No! No, I didn’t… Anubis would never do this…I do not wish to disrespect Maat, but there has to be a reason…” I could feel them look at me with pity, even Maat. If Anubis really did this… no.
“We must summon him; we must find out the truth.” Nephthys lifted her hand and a door at the far end of the room. Thudding steps echoed through the chamber. Anubis, in a form somewhere between physical and not, walked out of the shadows, blood dripping from his hands and maw. Teeth bared like a wild animal; something was… off. As he came closer, for the first time since I met him all those years ago, I felt fear.
“Why do you pester me?” His voice was growling, low, and tired.
“What have you done Anubis? Did you kill a human?” Nephthys spoke, standing to get a better look at him.
“Not just one. They deserved it, their insolence… disgusting… they all deserve death. They do not deserve the scales or the promise of the afterlife. They are worthless…” I could hardly breathe. Anubis, a god who had so much care for humanity as to literally create embalming and dedicate his time to guiding the dead. A god who had found me when I had nothing and stayed with me through everything, who was more like a father to me than any other could be. He would never say such things.
“Anubis please-” I stepped too close.
“Silence!!” His hand swatted at me, and his claw caught my jaw. Stumbling back, I hit the raised floor behind me hard enough to hear the crack of the stone and my own ribs. The pain was blinding; I squeezed my eyes shut and drew every muscle in my body tight to try and stop the pain. Hands grabbed at me and practically dragged me up a set of steps, away from the meeting, where a lot of yelling was happening. I was tugged into another room, I think. I tried to open my eyes but my right one hurt too much, a stinging pain just making my face smush together after every attempt.
“Don’t try to open it my child, it's ok, it's ok.” Isis was there, was she the one that dragged me away? Where was Nephthys? I felt rubbing against my face and the whole of the right side stung sharply. Everything hurt, my back, my chest, my arms, my face. Maat was right… Set was right… my father was gone.
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