"I have to tell your dad."

As the one she lived with, as her adopted older brother, there was many things he took in his role of caretaker when her celestial parent was not around to assert the role. That also meant he dished out punishment when the need arose, not that it arose often, she was a well mannered child, but there was certain episodes.

Very few that he decided warrant enough to get the Archangel involved.

"No, you don't!" She thrusts herself forward, her fingers curling over his crossed arms, and he huffs lightly as he looks down at her with firm golden eyes. "Please don't tell daddy, he'll be so mad, please don't tell him!"

"I have to, Iaso, this was…You could have lost a limb!" He shakes his head firmly. "We almost had to amputate it!"

"It was a mistake! I was wrong—"

"You most certainly were!"

She continued on as though he hadn't interrupted her. "It won't happen again!" She tugs on his arm until he lets it fall, her fingers curl around his wrist, hugging his hand to her chest. "Please, Anu! Please don't tell! Please don't tell daddy! Please!" Her eyes are watering, bright, wide, a puppy begging for something they want. "You know what he'll do! He'll be so mad, Anu, please!"

"Maybe a firmer hand will actually get that message through your head that you are not to keep wounds to yourself."

"Please big brother!" Using her puppy dog eyes on him is so cheating. She looks like a kicked puppy. It breaks his resolve every single time. But this time he swears it's going to be different. All those other times, those other times they hadn't almost needed to preform an amputation, this time was not like the other times. "Please don't tell daddy! Please!"

"Fine." He lets his other arm drop, pointing a finger in her face firmly, his resolve reinforced at the thought of what he almost had to do to the closest thing he had to a baby sister. "Fine, I won't tell your father, but this time is different." She stares up at him with wide, watering eyes, quietly. "This time simply grounding you to your room isn't sufficient."

"You mean…"

The Egyptian nods firmly. "I do. I mean it this time, Iaso, no more. This is the last time this is going to happen. If it happens again, I'm seriously going to go straight to your dad and let him handle it."

"But—But—"

"It's going to happen, baby sister, it can be from my hand or your fathers." He pulls hand out from her grasp, crossing his arms over his chest again. "It's your choice."

"Anu, please!"

Anubis shakes his head firmly. "My choice is telling your dad, is that what you want?"

The Nephilim child looks down solemnly. "No, big brother."

"So, you want me to do it, then?"

She nods pitifully, and he nods once in affirmation, uncrossing his arms, he takes hold of her upper arm lightly and pulls her forward. Up the stairs that lead to his throne, and her cheeks heat up at the thought of it, they're not going anywhere for privacy. No where away from the eyes of the servants and guards and other inhabitants of the temple. "Anu, please…."

His fingers tighten slightly around her arm. "Be silent, Iaso."

She nods pitifully, sniffling already, wiping at her nose with the back of her free hand. The deity sits in the throne, guiding her around, and she slowly lowers herself into the dreaded position. Some turn to look at the soft cries that come from the Nephilim child's firm chastisement, frowning and sighing sadly, they turn back to their duties.

They all knew what almost happened from pure recklessness. They all thought their god was in the right to punish as such. Some lessons needed taught a bit more firmer than others.

Its over as soon as it begun, and they box recline in the throne together, the youngest one sniffling pitifully.

She leans back against his arm, the one that's draped over the armrest behind her, her legs hanging over his right thigh, he rubs at her left knee gently as he listens to the souls come and confess their lives. Iaso rubs at her eyes, sniffling again, and he hums softly, reaching up for one of her hands, pressing his lips to her palm lightly, his eyes never leaving those standing before them, and then he returns to rubbing her knee.

"That hurt, Anu."

The jackal deity chuckles softly. "I'm sure it did." He squeezes her knee lightly and she giggles. "Just as I'm sure you'll think twice next time."

Iaso sighs, humming softly, pushing herself slightly. He moved his leg just a bit, enough that she could fall against his side, rest her head on his shoulder, without her feet changing position. He leans over, resting his head on hers, the fuzz from her braids brush against his cheek.

"You still love me, right Anu?"

"Without hesitation."