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POV:Amos Kane
"Why?! Why are doing this Amos? He nearly killed you! And if Jacobi and forces came to know that you of all people are working with the God of chaos himself...", Zia's voice trembled with either rage or fear or perhaps both. Amos knew she wouldn't take it well. In the last year, not one but two Chief Lectors had died. If the same fate were to meet him, the Per Ankh, hell the balance between ma'at and Isfet itself could crumble. But Amos also knew that he was probably the only one that could give the house a fighting chance.
"Look. He was Ra's strongest lieutenant. You have heard the story, in classes and most likely from Ra himself.", Amos paused and let out a sigh. "Trust me on this child. I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm not even giving you a heads up. I'm confiding in you. Sometimes, you have to do something at your own expense for the greater good." And sometimes that 'something' is taking help from the 6000 year old God that possessed you and tried to kill your entire family.
"Well, you are the Chief Lector. And my duty is to stand with you. Just please be careful... I don't think I can mourn the death of another mentor.", Zia bowed and went out of the war-room without waiting for Amos' reply.
Amos took the amulet out of his pocket. A gorgeous circular thing made out of pure gold. In the middle, ingraved in blood-red garnet was a symbol that sort of looked like an 'I' standing on two short legs, the was scepter. It was a symbol for power, authority and royalty. And it was the symbol of the God Set. He put it back in his pocket again.
He was going to summon the God tonight. He had been thinking about it for a couple of months, ofcourse. The decision wasn't random. But saying it out loud, he wasn't so sure anymore. He remembered the pain,the violation, the hopelessness he felt watching Set nearly kill his kids...er, his brother's kids. But he also remembered the power, the feeling of invincibility that came with being the God's host. The Per Ankh's forces were spread too thin. They needed... he needed something, someone more powerful. Someone who although wasn't necessarily good, but was undyingly loyal to Ra.
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Amos stood in front of the artifact. It was a small golden hippo statue, decorated with jewels, incased in glass. This should be perfect for the job. He pulled the amulet out of his pocket and put it on.
He traced the hieroglyphics of the spell and muttered, "Su-tekh ji". The glass glowed red. The was amulet grew hot and hummed near his chest. Red smoke surrounded the room. The air smelled like the mixture of storms and dessert sands. Then, all at once everything became still.
Before Amos could even begin to wonder if the spell had worked or not, a familiar alluring voice spoke up in his head, "Did you miss me, Amos Kane?".
POV:Set
Set's first thought was, "Who the fuck was summoning him?". The energy calling him didn't feel accidental and the Russian Darth Vader was too dead to call upon him. Regardless he answered. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to cause more chaos.
The magician summoning him had a familiar essence. A tall, stocky man in a black three piece suit with smooth dark skin and long thick hair braided with black gemstones. He had black sunglasses covering his charming, round face and a leopard skin cape covering his shoulders. Amos Kane... he is alive? The hell? And chief Lector? Why was he wearing sunglasses in a closed room at night? What the fuck happened while Set was gone? Why was Amos Kane of all people summoning him? Why did he have a was scepter amulet? This was a direct invitation for Set to ruin him again. And the God of Chaos would gladly take it.
"Did you miss me, Amos Kane?", he asked. Damn his voice sounded a bit too sultry.
"Set?", the man asked in his regular deep voice.
Set increased the pitch in his voice, "No, it's Set's wife Nepthys. How you doing, handsome?".
The man sighed, "I summoned you because I need your help. I know we've had our differences in the past-" "I tried to kill you", Set cut him off. "And those little brats too. Why the hell would you want my help? Or did you absorb your brother's stupidity when I killed him?"
Amos inhaled sharply, "The Per Ankh is facing opponents aided by Apophis himself. I need someone powerful as an ally. I need someone who understands both chaos and order on a deeper level."
"You need someone? Is the power that addicting? Or am I that addicting?", Set couldn't help but feel complimented. He had taken one of the most powerful magicians in the world for himself, had nearly squeezed him dry of his magical reserve, had driven him to insanity and here the man was back and craving for more.
"I am the Chief Lector. It is my duty, as the servent of ma'at to protect it to the best of my abilities disregarding any danger to my own life.", Amos sounded authoritative (and annoyed) as he said this. "I am not addicted to power. I don't want to do anything with you either. I'm giving the house of life a fighting chance. Ra needs his followers."
Not a complete lie, but that was hardly the whole truth. Amos and he shared a mind. While the former did want to help the house more than anything, it was also obvious he missed having the might of the God of Chaos in him. The energy to him was like strong liquor to an alcoholic, handling it was tough, but the burn and the taste was simply too sweet to give up. Chaos is seductive. "Alright. I will help you. But darling, keep this in mind, let your senses wonder too much and I might just take them for myself."
Set felt Amos shudder, "Maybe this was a mistake." Set let out a laugh. Amos had been the most interesting host he had in a few thousand years. A man who had not only fought back and survived him, but had also came back for more. Oh, this was going to be so fun!