A Death At The Needle

Isis

24th of December. What did they use to call it? Christmas Eve. I stil remember the first time we heard about Christmas. We were pissed. The end of the year was supposed to be our time, but two days before the Demon Days – bam! – Christ appears! I feared that mortals truly don't care about us anymore. Based off of those past few centuries, this may as well be true. Locked us here, threw away the key, forgot about us… Or maybe they never remembered?

Huh?I tilt my head to the left, listening carefully to the nothingness around me.

"…hear my call. I'm sorry. I can finish what started it all." Ah, right, Julius Kane! I honestly doubted he'd continue with the plan after what happened with his wife. Poor Ruby, but she made her choice. I never got it. Why deny power? Especially in a time of need?

It's not only him at the Needle. At first I think he's brought Amos. Then I sense the presents of… two kids? Is he taking the kids with him? Ruby would be mad.

A slight murmur gets to my ears and I force myself as close as possible to the edge of my prison to hear them.

"The last place I saw her."

"Hang on. Do you mean Mum?"

The girl. Ruby was so proud of her little girl. I remember her horror whenever someone said her daughter would grow up to be like her. She was mortified by the thought. A godling, whose life will end early, for sure wasn't the life she wanted for little Sadie. And the boy – Carter – if it gets to it, the two of them would make perfect hosts. Ruby wouldn't agree with this, but I stopped compromising for her 6 years ago.

"You're telling me she died here? At Cleopatra's Needle? What happened?"

What happened, indeed. Even though I never got her mortal morals, she has always been one of my favourite hosts. So much potential, such rare gift, all wasted because she believed she can save the world. I close my eyes as the memories from that night slip through.

I have never been so close to the Serpent, never felt his presence so strongly. For a moment I may have even respected Set and Bast for their bravery – JUST a moment. That pathetic excuse for a brother of mine deserves no sympathy. As for Bast: a mere follower, so star-eyed from working for her hero that she didn't even realize what had happened to her before it was too late. Why couldn't we just let her die in that Chaos Chamber? Hm. "Chaos Chamber" sounds nice. Maybe we should build one for Set. If we ever make it out of this hellhole, that is.

I listen quietly for any other sounds, but they must've gone away already. I pray to Ma'at the plan works.

Such a bitter irony – I still believe in mortals, even when they don't believe in me.