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Killian woke up, lying on the chaise lounge in Ammit's room. The goddess in question was sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace and he could see half her face. She was looking into the fire with a dark expression on her face, hand wrapped tightly around a burnished gold goblet. Killian swallowed nervously, remembering what happened between him and Nerthus, but then his heart stopped when he remembered what happened after, what caused him to blackout.

"We are engaged."

He swallowed tightly, remembering the party, remembering those invited. He could barely look at them, due to their perfection or their monstrous appearance. But what really freaked him out was how Nerthus's face flickered when she was mad at him, when she was in his face, as Henry would say.

Gone was the break-taking appearance, perfection incarnate. In it's place was a pale and bloated face, sodden and rotten. Her green eyes were clouded over and she was looking at him with more hate than he had ever felt. Her hair resembled seaweed and, in that moment, he was thankful that he had been on a ship for centuries, otherwise, he would have thrown up.

"How are you doing?"

Killian sat up slowly, shaking his head. "Better than I expected," he rasped.

"You fell pretty hard," Ammit pointed out with grim humor. "Be lucky you weren't alive. You could have died." She looked at him with a ghost of a half-smile.

"Irony strikes again," he smirked. He took a breath and looked at the girl. "I suppose there's another reason that you would want to marry me, besides me being devilishly handsome, right?"

There was a note of desperation in his voice, but Ammit didn't comment on that. "Yes," she told him, turning the goblet around. "There is another reason." Her voice was heavy and she waited a few minutes to continue. "The amount of time we spend together is suspicious. As is my continued...treatment of you. People noticed, especially at the party, and among them, was my father. To say that I had fallen in love with you, while it is not...ideal, it is feasible."

KIllian was outraged at first, he was a catch, goddamnit, but as he understood the significance of what she was saying, he frown and slouched on the lounge. "You didn't have to do that," he told her.

She laughed mirthlessly and turned around to face him fully. Ammit had changed out of her traditional Egyptian outfit into just a plain black dress and for a moment he thought that she was in mourning. "What else am I to do?" she asked him harshly. "Tell my father, the King of the Dead, that I, his daughter, his heir, am plotting against him to bring back a man from the dead. To rewrite the laws of, of, of everything because I felt like it? Killian, what else was I supposed to do?"

Her voice had gotten hysterical towards the end and he walked to her, then, slowly, with enough time for her to make him stop or back away, he hugged her. Ammit stiffed when Killian wrapped his arms around him, but didn't step back. She waited a few more moments, but Killian didn't move. He was waiting for her to hug back and he waited for almost half a dozen minutes, but Ammit awkwardly hugged him back.

The two just stood there, hugging each other. Killian didn't mind and, to him, Ammit seemed to be relishing in the freely given comfort. When she fidgeted, Killian stepped back, dropping his arms. "Thank you," she murmured. "For that."

Killian smiled at her. "It's the least I could have done," he assured her.

Killian stared at the sheet of parchment Ammit thrusted into his hands. "What's this?" he asked, looking at her in confusion.

"Um, well," she said with a slightly hysterical giggle, "it is a summons. To the throne room here, but it's not from my father. Oh no, no, it is from Uncle Zeus."

Killian dropped the note. "You mean, the Zeus. King of the Gods and Lord of the Sky Zeus?"

"Am I stuttering?" Ammit snapped. "Oh, Chaos. Oh, Chaos, I am too young to die. I am too young to die," she repeated, sitting down on the chair.

"Ah, c'mon, Ammit," Hook said, "it can't be that bad."

"Killian, are you serious?" she snapped. "This is Lord Zeus! The Greek pantheon is currently the strongest pantheon of us all, thanks to that ridiculous book series!" she exclaimed, turning around to frown at him. "Besides," she added, "he never really liked me anyways."

"What?" Killian asked. "Someone didn't like you? For shame!"

"Ha, ha," she said, rolling her eyes. "He does not think that his brother should have taken me as his child." Ammit frowned, brow drawn in concentration. "Have I ever told you about pantheons?"

Killian thought back over the talks the two have shared. "No," he said slowly. "I don't think you have."

"Oh," she blinked. "Well, pantheons are sets of gods and goddesses in any culture, in any religion. For instance, my parents, Philotes, Melione, and Uncle Zeus are from the Greek pantheon, I am from the Egyptian pantheon, along with Anubis and Lord Osiris, Nerthus and Narvi are from the Norse pantheon, and so on. Zeus is in favor of rather isolationist policies, like the United States of America during parts of the World Wars. While he does believe that it is fine to interact, to live, with deities from other pantheons, he does not approve of relationships between pantheons. Thus, he does not approve of Mother and Father taking me in as their own." She paused and flashed a half-smile. "They fight with him a fair bit on the matter."

Killian nodded, processing the information. "But why would he want to meet with you, with us, now?" he wondered. "It's been three days since the party."

"Who knows?" Ammit shrugged, getting up to go to her closet. "Perhaps he was out fornicating," she said.

Killian rolled her eyes at the out-dated term, but said nothing. "What will he say to us?" he asked when she stepped beside him, placing a silver circlet on her brown curls.

"Who knows?" she shrugged. "But I will not allow him to demean us, regardless of our legitimate relationship. He has done far worse."

Killian sighed and followed her out of the room. "Maybe that isn't the best mindset to have meeting the king of all gods, lass," he suggested.

Ammit just snorted and shrugged at him. "What is the worst he could do to us?" she asked him. "You are already dead. And me?" Ammit laughed and shook her head. "Well, to kill a god, another god has to be sacrificed as well. And no one would choose to loose their life, so I could lose mine."

Then, so quiet a whisper would have been jealous, she added, "I am not worth it."

Killian looked at the goddess beside him and for the first time, he saw her clearly. She might have been centuries old, but she was still just a child. She had never left the walls or the place that she was born in and it seemed that she never will. He remembered his own years of his anger and self-loathing, how bitter it turned him and he vowed to never let that happen to Ammit. She deserved much more than to live her life jaded and bitter.

A/N - Okay, so I'm late (as usual), but I do have a few things to say. 1) I know that Zeus isn't in this chapter but he will be in the next chapter. 2) PERSEPHONE IS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! I'm excited because she's my favorite deity ever and we'll see who is the real Ruler of the Underworld. 3) So Ammit and Killian are going to be receiving a lot of hate for their (FAKE) relationship and their will be more signs of the aforementioned isolationist policies.

The next update with actually be great, so stick around 'till Tuesday afternoon!