Title: The Mortal God

Summary: Carter only wanted a relaxing week of no work, instead he meets a God stuck in a mortal body. A half-naked, Kopesh-wielding, sexy God.

Rated: T for now!

Pairing: Horus/Carter

Disclaimer: I do not own The Kane Chronicles, Rick Riordan owns that pleasure.

A/N: Wow guys! So many of you have expressed your love for this story and it's continuation! I could never say 'no' to that. And I've made so many new friends as well! Thanks guys! I've never been so happy to be a writer! So without further ado, chapter four of The Mortal God!

The distant roars of thunder echoed through the dining hall of one of the most influential and affluent family's the world would ever see. 'Would' being the key word here. The Godsons, while very rich and powerful, live in the shadows of society. Their family name only whispers of what it could really be, only mere ghosts to society. Only the family and a few select people in power truly knew who they are. What they are.

That of course didn't stop them from going out and enjoying life. They went to the high-end parties and events just like any other well-off family. They were just careful with what they said and that they didn't get in the lime light in any way after Ra got a bit over-confident a few centuries ago. Fucking Gramps.

Many of his relatives have their own apartments and led a normal life to the best of their abilities (gods acting normal...yea okay). If they had to suffer living together in their 'ancestral' home for as long as they've been alive, someone would have finally been killed or they would have gotten into some ridiculous feud of some sort. Which has almost arisen a few times already, crazy asses.

Horus listened with half an ear to Anubis complaining about stealing Carter from him. The younger man was pretty adamant about it to, going so far as pulling Isis, Horus' mother into it. Horus loved his mother. He really did, but he hated it when she was pulled into his affairs and the little shit knew it.

Yawning, he rested his chin on his palm, kicking his feet onto the table. Isis sent him a disapproving frown that had him mentally snicker.

Noticing that Anubis was about to take a breath before continuing his rant even longer, Horus spoke up.

"No."

"Excuse me?" questioned Anubis.

"What is with everyone today? Hearing an issue or something? I said no."

Snickering from further down the table alerted them that Set had rejoined them from his brief journey through the Duat. The man relaxed in a chair of his own, feet not on the table of course. He wore his blood-red suit that was tailored to his body shape perfectly.

"Ahh, Uncle Set, how nice of you to join us," greeted a smug Horus. "Took you long enough."

"Yes, well I would have arrived earlier had a plan of mine not backfired," came the smooth reply. Horus gave the man an amused look. More than fucking backfired, Old man. The older man hadn't even seen it coming when Horus finally caught up with the man after his return.

Set had been too busy drinking coffee on the patio overlooking their pool. So calm and relaxed, not a care in the world. That is until Horus bound his magic to prevent any magical escape which was right before his glorious entrance onto the patio. It took but a small burst of his magic to have the doors fling open and allowed his mission oriented body to stab his uncle. It's a good thing that when the Godsons got brutally injured, a nice trip through the Duat for a few minutes to a few hours could healany wound up rather nicely. Depending on the severity is the length of the trip measured.

The two hours that Horus spent Set-free had been enjoyable and slightly boring. Regardless of his uncle's obsession with pranks, which were actually assassination attempts disguised at times (mostly always), the man was fun to hang around. And at times, so was his offspring. Only when Anubis wasn't trying to move in on Horus' things.

"Are you even be listening to me?"

Not that Carter was a thing. Hell to the no. Carter was, well Horus wasn't exactly sure what Carter was. But what they had for those brief moments before they separated sure was something and he was planning on figuring out exactly what it was. It was also why he was in the dining room to begin with. After leaving the patio, he waved his Kopesh away, and made his way to the room deep in thought. It wasn't even a conscious decision. He had just let his feet lead the way.

When he had walked into the dining room, he had easily sat down in his chair at the head of the table, resting against the arm rest, deep in thought.

That was, until Anubis prowled into the room, mother-dearest right behind him, ruining his quiet thinking area. Fucking rare even with everyone living outside of the house. So now he had to deal with Anubis...again.

Lifting his head, he finally bothered to look at his cousin. "Frankly? No. I couldn't care about the shit spewing outta your mouth." Horus rubbed his temples. "But, so I don't have to deal with this later, I will."

Horus sat up straight, looking everything like his title as Pharaoh proclaims. His eyes focused on his younger cousin.

"Anubis, you know our laws. And by those laws, you had no claim on Carter."

"Damn straight I do!"

Set sent his son a surprised look. "Son, you claimed someone?"

"His name is Carter?" asked Isis.

Horus held his hand up, instantly getting silence. "If you would all please shut the fuck up and let me finish." Well there goes the Pharaoh persona he was trying to upkeep, but with such a family, one can only wish for so much patience. "Our law states that to have claim, your magic has to accept that person or animal and they accept you. Now, you may have had a claim at one point, but when I met Carter, I felt no trace of your magic. He even denied your claim out loud before us both. You know that had I felt your magic I would not have stolen from you cousin."

Anubis glared off to the side, acknowledging that his Pharaoh's words rang true. Horus turned to his uncle. "So no, Anubis has no claim." The he turned to his mother. "Yes his name is Carter. And now that I have addressed all of your present concerns, leave me be. I got shit to do."

Set chuckled and led his son out with an arm around his shoulders. Fucker better drop this. Isis gave her son a scalding look that only a mother could give.

"What?" he whined.

"I told you to stop cursing. It is not befitting for the head of this family to speak so crudely. And you know better then to put your feet on the table!" Regardless of his status as Pharaoh, his mother still scolded him. At least now that he's older and doesn't really care, she's not as scary anymore and her long-winded speech of right and wrong was going in one ear and out the other.

He stood up, easily towering over his mother, who was going on about some long ago memory of when he was jut a babe and blah, blah, blah. He gently guided her to the dining room door, keeping half an ear on her rant for when he had to answer anything. Once he got her to the hallway he waited for her to take a break in her speech.

"-taught you better."

"And you did Ma. Now I have work to do. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?"

Isis sighed before giving him a mothering pat on his cheek. "Of course dear. Work hard."

He watched her walk down the hallway before closing the door again. Smirking at the again silent room, he went back to his chair.

Now where was I?

A/N: And there you have it! Chapter four of the Mortal God. If I get a good enough response between now and next Monday, I'll post the last two chapters up together. But only if! Thank you so much for reading and I hope to see a review of your thoughts for this chapter/story!

~CuzImBatman