The God of the dead sat on a simple black throne, a set of large gold scales to his left, a crocodile-headed creature slumbered at his feet like a large dog.
"I know what it is you both seek. To be found worthy of my gift, you must be judged."
Up top, Jess filed her nails, one taloned foot still resting on an unconscious Rachel.
"Nekhebet. What an unpleasant surprise." The black-haired beauty smoothly stated as she materialized.
"Isis…" Jess hissed, her talons digging into the soft body of her captive.
"Are you planning on killing the girl, too? You never used to be so malicious Nekhebet."
Spreading her vulture-like wings, Jess approached the edge of the stairwell. Rachel perched precariously close to the edge. "Well, things change dear Isis."
"What do you mean I have to be judged? I'm a dying man!" Edmund yelled, sweat beading on his brow from nerves.
Osiris just stared at the older human. "Only those whose hearts are true can drink from the Well. If your heart testifies against you and proves your soul deceitful, you will be fed to Ammut here. "
The crocodile cracked an eye and fixed it on the human hungrily.
"So, nightwalker, human, let us see how heavy your hearts truly are."
The god got up from his throne and placed the Feather of Truth on nearby scales. "Human, you'll be judged first."
With a quick wave of his hand, Osiris was holding Edmund's heart, bloodlessly ripped from his chest.
The man felt his chest, shock apparent on his face, "Wha…H…how am I…"
Placing the heart on the scale, Osiris replied," One cannot die in the land of the dead."
As the scales tilted to the heart side, a heavy thud caused the trio to turn around. The crumpled body of a woman lay not a few feet from them.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Eddie pleaded," My Pharaoh God, I beg of you, weigh the girl's heart in lieu of my own. She no longer needs it."
"You most certainly may not." a musical woman's voice rang out. "The human man is another of Nekhebet's tools, dear husband."
"Isis…" Eddie hissed, "NO! No, no, no! Not a tool! Partners! Yes, she and I are partners! She was going to grant me immortality!"
Ammut rose from her resting place, eyes focused on the enraged man, " That gift was never hers to give, Edmund Zuelke. You are not worthy."
Spike watched in horror as the crocodile mouth swallowed down Edmund, wondering if he too would suffer such a fate.
Osiris turned to Spike, "Now, nightwalker, you are to be judged."