The more of us, the more powerful, right?
I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. “Creator, my Father, I ask for you to deliver my father and my mother.”
Set laughed.
I didn’t.
Because in a blinding blaze of white light, both my parents appeared wearing the same old weird clothes they always did.
“So…” My father nodded to Cassius. “It has come to this.”
“It has.” Cassius answered.
“Well.” My mom winked at me. “It has been a very long time.”
I frowned. They were my parents from this era, the twenty-first century, and they looked at me like they were powerful enough to do something instead of throw a punch and run in the opposite direction.
“The gods,” my father said in a voice that shook the house. “Do not intervene. I’m sorry, Kyra, we could only lead you in the right direction century after century. When you continued to be reborn we tried… We almost lost hope.”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”
“We’ve been here the entire time, the entire journey, Ra’s last gift wasn’t just a sacrifice for you—it was for our family.”
My mom turned her attention to Set. “You don’t seem well. Rough journey?”
Set heaved. The black ooze left his mouth in a thick stream.
My father casually walked over to me and grabbed my hand then nodded to Timber. “I knew you’d find each other.”
Timber smiled and then grabbed my other hand. Slowly and surely every immortal in that room had joined hands against Set. Their power surged as the house shook. A dark mist started filling up the room as the light from the rest of us blinded Set’s face. He crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony. Alex was glowing orange and red while Serenity’s eyes had gone a scary looking blue.
Set gripped his throat with both hands as sores appeared up and down his arms. At this point, I wasn’t sure who was doing what, just that he was getting quickly stripped of everything that made him a god.
More ash and smoke wrapped itself around Set’s feet, pulling him into the floor like he was getting drawn into the depths of Hell or maybe being trapped between two planes for an eternity.
Timber jerked him back to his feet and slammed his fist into his chest, pulling his still beating heart from his body as he held it in his hand.
“Cassius,” Timber growled. “A feather, if you don’t mind.”
“No!” Set screamed. “You can’t!”
“My pleasure.” Cassius chuckled and handed Timber one purple feather.
“King Set…” Timber’s body shook and then morphed into the jackal, all sleek black fur, pointy ears and nose. “The truth of your heart is black. I condemn you to death.”
“I am a god!” He wailed in pain as something lifted from the dark mist.
A woman in all black with razor sharp teeth, green skin, and red hair. “Anubis, it has been an age.” She winked.
“Mania.” He nodded. “I brought you a snack.”
“Like I said…” Mania grinned seductively at Set. “I knew I would be entertained when I gave you that borrowed soul. Worth every penny.” She pressed a claw against Set’s head. “You ready for a feast, King Set? Because I’ve been watching you for centuries.”
“No.” Set shrieked. “No!”
“Be gone, goddess of death,” Cassius snapped. “And take your pathetic snack with you.”
“Angels,” she huffed. “So demanding. Do put in a good word upstairs.”