God of Magic
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
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Summary:
Oh, how the gods have fallen.
"The charges?"
In their decline, the gods had gotten…sloppy. They'd retreated from those beneath them, or like the Ennead, become too reliant on proxies.
Their worshippers turned their backs on them (Horus said), and the gods accepted that this somehow made them lesser than they once were. The gods were not as mighty as in their prime, in some measure because they believed themselves diminished.
And so you had the gods gathered among the other creation deities in Omnipotence City. Celebrating, drinking, talking of orgies, and complimenting themselves and each other to hide from the next threat that would puncture a hole in their cosmic rule.
There would be more threats even if the God Butcher didn't bring his violence to them.
The universe had its gods, its heroes, and its villains. It had its god-heroes, god-villains, and gods who believed they were heroes but were in fact villains. God-created problems, hero-created problems, and villain-created problems also.
What camp did the Ennead Council fall under? They had imprisoned not an insignificant number of their own pantheon in stone over disagreements pettier than Ammit's campaign!
The Ennead had narrowly avoided the fallout of Ammit's judgment due to the actions of god-empowered superheroes. Yet the Egyptian God of Magic now had a target on her again, from another maniac with a vision for the world!
What happened to their vision for the world?
The gods once ruled as gods, but had since been pushed out.
They'd become lazy, reclusive, and hedonistic. More than gods are inclined to be.
Gods were known for their caprice.
The Ennead could take fresh bodies as their Avatars to replace those Harrow killed, but true to god form, Isis was picky.
Oh, how.
Oh, how the gods had fallen!