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Disclaimer: The following will contain homosexual individuals and relationships and will involve interpretations of deities from various religions. No offense is intended. This is copyrighted to me (mewjen(at)ymail.com), so no using it without my permission. This is a work of fiction.

"Hmm," he hummed, as he appraised each coin.

"Come on, Morith," I complained. "You have verified each coin of each payment since this transaction began. Have any proven false?"

"A god's gold cannot be so easily trusted," the aged turtle countered without glancing away from the coins in question. "Far too easy for a god to trade unearned wealth."

I rolled my eyes, frustrated. "Yet I have not done so."

"But this could be the beginning," he countered again, as if imparting valued wisdom from the ages.

"You have been paid a fortune already," I said, more aggressively than I intended. "Please, I do not have an unlimited supply of time."

At this, he turned his head, looking at me through those ancient spectacles of his that always looked as if they were about to fall off his beak from the weight of the glass. "Your master has returned. You need my silence as much as my work."

"He is no master to me," I grumbled, crossing my arms defiantly, as I turned away.

I heard the coins shift, as I leaned back into the counter, letting the base of my tail slip under the lip of the wood.

"My how times have changed," Morith complained now, probably upset by my disturbing his delicate piles of coinage. "I spent years laboring on the first. Making each form perfect, just to bear witness to the shattering of glass before Ra's might. Now I am asked to repeat my actions, but am only allotted months. My price is too small."

"As the person whose wealth is being tapped, I disagree," I returned flippantly.

I could sense his eyes on me, before I heard the sounds of coins shifting across each other. "It was far easier for you when you were just guiding patrons to my door," he said, after a brief moment of silence.

I shrugged. "I'm a fornicator not a soldier."

He gave a bemused chuckle at that. "If you were a soldier, then my glass would not be your desire. For personal use, my armaments are much better choice."

"Probably," I sighed, not really caring about the conversation. "But you are the expert in weaponry, not me."

"Now you are just flattering me," he said, returning my disinterest.

"I only flatter women," I answered, almost without thinking.

"So you admit, you are willing to deceive me," he stated loudly, as if he had just thwarted some made-up deception.

I paused, not expecting his twist to my intention, but I recovered, "And you have never misled a consumer into spending more coin than necessary?"

"I deal in honest business only," he stated, as if reciting a well-rehearsed script. "If you feel you bought unneeded items, you may return them for a full refund within thirty days after the intended battle."

"Ever the businessman," I scoffed, while praying to be allowed to leave.

"Why else would you be here?" He placed the final coin on the counter. "This transaction has been successfully completed. You may go."

Thank the creator, I thought, as I turned and left shortly thereafter.

I may have had many dealings with Morith over our long history, but I would not call him a friend. I never encouraged any soldier to fight. I just gave aid however I could, and Morith sold everything from swords to guns. The latter he took up post-mortem, but hey, there are only so many sculptures you can sell. Which is why I was able to come to him with my promise to Osiris.

Before Osiris fell, he hid many secrets, spread across his allies. With me, he left his sphinxes, metal and stone. He trusted me, not knowing I consorted with his enemies, his brother in particular. His reign was cruel. He distorted everything I believe. He became the creator in my eyes for a time, until I finally saw past his and the witch's lies.

I destroyed his elites when he disappeared and Ra returned.

I was the lowest level of his leadership, because I saved him. It was Set's crowning victory. After years of Osiris' rule, he finally left him in pieces. Then I helped Isis restore him and won a seat on his council as my reward. From there, I saw the evil I believed to be Ra was, instead, the leader I worshiped.

I was never a warmonger. I never liked what I became under his guidance. I tried to move on, to find my faith again, and to make up for my mistakes and the actions I took under his falsehood. I wanted to forget it all. But fate is a tricky thing.

He came to me, wanting his guards back. I traded my soul to him to protect my family and promised him an army. An army of steel, stone, and glass, using my oldest contacts. The ones who would not ask the wrong questions.

Now here I am trading with Morith, Irrith, Golgrith, and Nairith, while standing at his side, as he makes his plans, fearing I will never see my wives or children again, and praying they live through this.

I turned to my final stop before I returned to Osiris' side. It would be lovely to postpone this, but I was under a time limit and waiting to discover whether Nairith had been successful or not, would be wasteful. I braced my hand against the door, but just as I pushed forward, I heard his call.

Osiris had bound me to his brother, leaving me at Set's beck and call. But now he sounded in pain, and I was forced to heed, forced to go to his side, to witness the aftermath of his failed attempt against Anubis and to drag him back to the mansion.

I tried to carry Set to his room, but he pulled away and raced down the hall, tripping repeatedly, but always ahead of me, as he rushed into the prisoner's keep.

He jumped onto the bed where Jaller lay, grabbing his shirt and pulling the fuzzball close, in his mania. "Why?" Set shouted, sounding crazed. "Why would he try to kill me?"

I hurried in and pulled Set off Jaller.

"Why would An want me gone?" Set asked, sounding confused, as he stared down at his own hands, as if they would reveal the truth he sought.

"What did you try to do to him?" Jaller asked cautiously, getting up but not approaching the slumped form of the chaos-beast.

"I..." Set started, before his eyes grew large, as he looked at his hands in horror. "I tried to kill him." He started scrubbing his hands and arms violently, scratching at his flesh, keening loudly.

Both Jaller and I lunged at him, grabbing his arms, trying to keep him from hurting himself, as he writhed.

"It hurts so much," he cried, as he started whacking his head against the hardwood floor, knocking himself out quickly, before Jaller or I could act.

I stood up quietly, staring down at his limp form.

"Sobek?" Jaller whispered, unmoved from crouching over Set.

I remained silent, as I turned away, disgusted at the pity I felt for my abuser.

"What's happening to him?" Jaller asked.

I turned to him and found him looking up at me.

It was interesting to see him worrying for someone who tried to kill him. Apparently, I may have misjudged Jaller yet again, because I did not expect that. After what Set's done to me, my concerns for him are purely self-preservation. I scanned Jaller's face, wondering if the reason for his concern was as selfish, or if he could actually care about that beast.

"His brother cares deeply for him," I answered, reciting the lie I told myself. "And he is willing to do more than we could ever accept to help him."

Jaller frowned, clearly upset by my choice of words. "You think there is a chance that he is right on some level?"

I had never thought to question whether Osiris' actions towards his brother were right or wrong. I only cared about my role in them. "I don't know," I replied, truthfully. "I've never understood homosexuals. For fertility gods, the desire to encourage and to take part in the procreation of life is hardwired in our minds. Homosexual relations are just foolish trivialities. Because of you, the lineage of Ra ended with one child. One chance that failed. Imagine if that bloodline had spread, had become part of every culture and race. We saw a manifestation of death and darkness, but the potential was there for so much more."

He leapt to his mate's defense, "Anubis is not death. He is a guardian, a protector of souls. He is a beacon of light."

My gaze darken. "You've never seen him at war," I accused, inflamed by Jaller's defense. "He cannot create. He can only take, ending lives before their time, short-circuiting the natural order."

He looked at me with a strange expression that I could not read. "And what did war do to you?" He retorted.

I turned away, chastised. "It made me a monster," I admitted, "loyal to someone who lied to me, a dealer of carnage. You should be glad you never witnessed those battles."

"It doesn't sound like you're judging Anubis fairly," he pushed.

"Why should I?" I shouted. "Ra doesn't. Why is the creator of us all allowed to have favorites? Why should Anubis matter more than anyone else?"

Jaller looked confused. "He's Ra's son," he offered, not understanding.

"Blood," I practically hissed. "Such an excuse for the undeserving."

"Like Osiris isn't doing the same," he countered.

I pushed past Jaller, knocking him down with my shoulder, as I walked over to the chaos-beast. "Not all of Osiris' prisoners get such comfortable accommodations. Some of us actually suffer."

"I am here to protect my family."

You have no family, I thought, choosing to keep that to myself. "And doing such a good job," I teased, hauling Set into my arms. "Maybe I'll leave him here, see how you enjoy being buggered like a faggot. You just have to die at the right moment. You're no hero. You're just a helpless damsel, waiting for a dog to save you."

I turned to leave, and as I reached the door, a small ball of fire struck the wall beside me. I glance towards its source and saw the orange glow leaving Jaller's hand.

He was panting slightly at the effort to overcome the dampening field, but his voice was firm and steady, as he countered, "I am not just waiting."

"What is happening to me?" Set had curled himself into my arms. He was still shaking timidly, but his time in my presence had left him far calmer than when he had awoken.

"Your mind is still adjusting," Osiris answered. It was difficult to tell if the compassion he was showing his brother was real or merely a façade, even after taking on his human appearance. "You lost focus and fell into your old patterns."

"Why do I hate An this much? I don't remember hating him like this before," Set asked, looking up at his brother. He took my hand and squeezed, seeking a comforting reassurance.

I wanted to pull away, but under Osiris' gaze, I knew I couldn't.

"It doesn't matter," Osiris soothed. "We just need to get your mind on task again." He handed Set what most would describe as an empty snow globe. But in the hands of a god of chaos, it was more a toy, a way to channel their power and free the mind from stress and strife. It was also how Osiris was manipulating Set's mind.

Though, so far, Osiris was unable to make any permanent changes.

Set took the sphere, but held his gaze with Osiris. "Please, tell me," he implored his brother.

Osiris took his brother's hands and guided him to the sphere. "The hate has always been there," he answered, while directing Set's fingers to the recesses in the sphere. "It was just tempered by your...positive feelings for Anubis, which are now being redirected towards a more suitable target," his eyes left Set and turned to me.

Someone he can control, I added in my head.

"-and are no longer available to protect the butcher of our family. Just focus," Osiris cooed softly, as Set became entranced. "I am helping you. The pain is helping you. The pain tells you when you stray. The pain keeps you safe."

It was terrifying to watch Osiris continue to recite his guidance. He pulled Set in, and any moment where his control seemed to lessen, he would drag Set's mind back, even as Set grunted and, sometimes, screamed in pain.

I was required to be present always for these sessions, because my scent was used to weaken Set's mind, to distract his mental wards, and to bind his brother's will to the love being forced onto us. It made him loyal to me. It made it so my rapist loved me. My pheromones reinforced Osiris' commands, which drew him closer to me in an endless cycle. Until Set's mind gave up and surrendered or shut down and let others take over.

I have seen three distinct personalities since Osiris started this. Mostly, he is the Set that loves to do his brother's bidding, the Set that enjoys destroying lives, hurting people with a cruel twist of fate. He is Set's chaos unleashed, without the limitations of morality. He is solely responsible for seeding the unrest in Tem. He could have the city tear itself apart with barely a wave of his hand.

His other extreme is a mindless beast, caused when his lust overwhelms his mind and he becomes feral. Savage brutality and mindless need fixated exclusively onto me. It tears my flesh and breaks my bones.

I want to kill him. I want Set gone, to be endlessly punished, to be chained up, to be sent away, to just stop touching me. I am a bringer of life, but I dream about slitting his throat. I want to blame his brother, to take pity on him, to see those flashes of the original Set and know my freedom can exist. But I can't. Not when I see his muscles tightening, as he grins that terrible grin, as though he is debating between fucking me and eating me.

I bolted the moment I realized Osiris went too far, and Osiris was just behind me, shutting the door as Set launched himself at me. We listened to Set slam into the wood repeatedly, and then claw at it, taking out large chunks of wood with each scratch by the sounds of it. Then we heard Set roar that twisted sound from his throat.

"You can't keep doing this to him. You're driving him insane!" I shouted.

Osiris launched himself at me, pinning me to the wall with one hand around my throat. "He was not to be allowed near Anubis until the transfer is complete!" Osiris berated me. "If Anubis dies too soon, the curse is undone. You may think that will suit you, but I will make certain that your nest is burned to the ground and your wives punished, if you reject Set's affections."

As if on cue, one of Set's pining yelps escaped his cage.

"I don't have to reject him. I saw how Horus looked at him. You can't keep them apart forever. One moment together and Set will be drawn to him." I gagged slightly, as Osiris squeezed.

"I do not like what you are insinuating about my son." He spoke quietly, through clinched teeth.

"Their fags. Let them be together," I retorted, debating on whether I should try to pull his hand off my throat.

Osiris' anger grew, as his other arm moved to my chest, as he leaned in, hissing, "And let them destroy the very foundations of life. My brother will be purified," he snarled, pulling my snout down, until I was staring into his face, "and my son will see his error and come back to me."

"If you wanted Set to stop loving Horus, then you should've used him instead of his love for Anubis," I countered.

He laughed, backing away. "Ha. As if that would not have been a waste of energy. Anubis corrupted my brother for centuries compared to the respite that was his time with my son. Anubis and he weathered everything but Ra's wrath. No, Anubis was the right choice. Not only will the butcher pay after the curse is complete, but he will have made it happen. Set will kill Anubis because he wants to...needs to, not because I forced him."

"That's sick," I offered, as I rubbed my throat. "And you're wrong. Love is not measured by time."

"That's funny coming from someone who would bed anyone," he replied, hiding his anger in sarcasm.

"Any female," I huffed indignantly.

"True." He sighed regrettably. "You never wavered, and your reward, unfortunately, is my brother."

"I am not a homosexual," I snarled at his implication. "Turn me into a woman, and I will still love females. I can never give him the love he wants or needs, and you are just torturing us by making him love me."

Osiris was beginning to tire of my objections. "If this love takes, I will help you," he provided, as though it would be a great charity.

"And if not?" I asked darkly.

He smiled.

My mind reeled at the coldness he showed. "If you're going to kill me,"-he gave no denial, so I continued with little heed and a lot of desperation-"do it already. Better yet, kill your brother for being the faggot he is."

Osiris' grin remained. "You seem to be forgetting, you share that title with him."

I hissed out my fury. "I am no such thing."

"So your tail has never felt the stretch of another male?" He asked airily.

"That's not fair," I hissed loudly. "You ordered me. He is raping me!" I shouted.

That green smile broadened. "Prove it," he stated. "Prove your innocence and you will not be punished."

I felt lifeless at his callousness. "You son of a bitch. You enslaved me to him, forced me to leave my wives and home. Why? Why me out of everyone who betrayed you?"

"Tell me, who do you pray to?" he asked.

I remained silent.

"You worshipped me at one point," he continued. "You believed I was the savior, created from the remains of the first creator. What changed?"

"You don't love anyone but yourself," I stated truthfully, letting go of my fear of his reprisal.

"I can't have that," he stated, as if it were an olive branch. "I do not require faith, but I will not let you leave. You will be my example to everyone else. In life, you will find a renewal of belief, or in death, you will be an illustration of the cost of rejecting me. You will help me unite my forces again. They will come to me willingly because of your sacrifice."

"Why do they get a choice?" I asked.

"I cannot rule by force," he admitted. "My people and my armies must want my leadership, my authority. You are here because I needed someone who could worm their way around unnoticed, while I remained out of sight, and in order to save my brother, I needed someone who could worm their way into his heart."

"I will never love Set," I stated with full certainty.

"You should pray that isn't true," he countered quietly. "He is the only way you survive. Bond with him and you will be happy...and soon after pregnant," he added teasingly.

"Bastard."

He flicked his hand and I felt the wind cut into my shoulder, drawing a trickle of blood.

I looked at him questioningly.

"You have been quite mouthy today." His grin flashed venomously. "I hope you enjoy the consequences, faggot."

I started to retort, but an instant later, I found myself staring at Set.

He was lying on the bed, curled up around a pillow, the pillow I favored when I was forced to stay the night in this room. I watched his head perk up and his nostrils flare.

I turned and fled to the door, but I found it lock. I turned back and found him standing an inch away.

He bent forward and sniffed my injured shoulder, before he licked along the cut. He looked up at me and licked my chin. Even when feral, he never kissed my lips.

I'm not really certain whether that is a good thing or not. Don't get me wrong, I like my cock, but it might make things simpler if I didn't have hope.

Set moved over to the bed and presented himself for mounting. He did this a lot when feral, and when he realized I would not, couldn't act on his needs, he would become enraged, as he failed to entice me, until the evening ended with him taking me harshly.

I had a feeling tonight would be long and painful, and I was going to be leaking semen for all of tomorrow. I whimpered, as his hips rolled in front of me.

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Author's Note: Wow, I almost forgot this was finally ready to post. I tried to give Sobek a unique voice, but honestly, I think I fell into a familiar pattern. Hopefully, he now shows some depth instead of just being a tortured minion.

This was the last chapter before I finally get everyone together. So let's see how Horus, Set, Anubis, and Jaller fair when Osiris makes his move. As a warning, there will be two perspectives, so expect a cliffhanger of sorts at the end of the next chapter.

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