The Mighty Egyptian Gods were of many things in representation.
The Powerful Obelisk was of Justice, Punishment, and Respect.
The Gracious Ra was of Power, Plenty, and Truth.
The Clever Slifer was of Strength, Perseverance, and most importantly, Loyalty.
Now, of course, these Great Beasts would come to encompass more than this, and accumulate names in both dimensions of Duel Monsters and Mortal Summoners alike. And it was to this end that there was almost a sort of game they each would play with one another. To see who could garner the best of names per era, and the best reputations. As time passed, and the game of which they had been brought forth to the Mortal Plane returned to glory as it had never seen in Egypt's past, the focus had shifted with their use by a Chosen.
This Pharaoh, given breath once again, in body and second chance through cursed Item, had given them more notice, and so their game rejuvenated. Finding it too engaging, perhaps, their whims did not leave off when said Pharaoh returned with his people to the afterlife he had long since been denied, and though welcomed graciously, his left behind kin was the target now.
"Ghosting" in a sense around the descendant of the Pharaoh they had once affixed their game to proved prosperous, even when their cards were not in use, their repute would cling to him as an unfelt, but certainly heard shroud.
It was during such a time, that a youth was to come into meeting with their game's center piece, and in reaction, in hindsight seemed only logical to dislodge one of the players from the course it had been following. One of these great and terrible gods sensed something about this youth, something that was enticing, exciting- just as the Pharaoh had done so long before. As this little mortal parted ways with their newer Chosen, this being faltered...
Before slipping away from the other two to trail this youth at a distance- quite simple a task to trail nonetheless unseen through the clouds. Taunts from the other 2 of their losing their chance to win the game followed them well until they were drowned out by the sea of puny mortals, all crowded so inefficiently together. They spotted the youth chatting with a few others- neither which looked nearly as promising- before sensing the animosity of the one in Blue who this youth was going to duel. With a huff, they sat it out, helping provide extra tension in the air for the ignorant fools that couldn't see them.
It would be a lie to say that there wasn't vindication in seeing the youth win against the odds against the one in Blue, though even if looking at the beast, a smile would be difficult to discern.
The machine that flew so noisily would be no match for their pace, so rather they made it an exercise of control to see how slow they could go for the blade-swinging box to keep up in the air. The sight of its final destination, an island in the sea, made the god among mortals. . . Flinch.
There, under the ground, amongst Gaia's liquid flames... there laid a card with its inscription. A tool to summon its form, physically, such as in days of ancient now to the fragile, short-lived mortal beings. To think of it there, lying prone, able to be stolen... there was more concern that it would have ever like to express.
But in its thoughts, lost to the world as the world was to its invisible coils, it had lost track of the machine holding the youth. Agitated, it took till nightfall to locate that spark again, glimmering through a hole in the wall that lead into the dark of night. A... a "window", the beast recalled momentarily.
It laid out upon the hill, soaking in the moonlight, and would wait for the next day to see what else would occur. Hoping it would not regret this decision to follow this youth away from its brethren...