OK this is a mixed chapter mw wrote some i wrote some, are you ready for a huge revelation? Here goes:

He burst into tears.
"Sh'ol my faul'" he slurred, leaning his weight against me. ( And I'm really tiny, so that's no joke)

"Sh'ol my faul'"I tried to lean slightly away from him. He STANK! Not only of alcohol, but of that weird sickly-sweet smell that you get in graveyards and hospitals.
Well, I thought, he is, like Death. A drunk Death who is currently soaking me with tears that I'm not even sure are water.
An inexplicable surge of pity made me swallow the bile that was threatening to rise in my throat. "What," I asked Anubis, "Is meant to be your fault?"
The god gave an odd half-sob-giggle, "Deaf's ol'my faul' en't it?" Then he chattered something in a lauguage that sounded a little like Arabic, so I can only presume it was Ancient Egyptian.
I raised one eyebrow. "Er, well that's your job, isn't it? Death's your job, right? But that's hardly your fault that people die."
"Hehe, no' PEOPLE stupid. Nor' MY people." He gave that weird sobbing giggle again, and waved at the roof of the basement.
"What, you mean the gods? Your family?" I asked, confused.
"Nahh.theykin take o m'selfs.but them cou'nt..." he produced an old sepia photo from somewhere, I guess his jacket, but I wasn't sure. The photo showed a pretty, slight, and dark-hair woman holding the hand of a solemn five-year-old who looked just like.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe.
/The kid in the picture was Paul./
/Paul was Anubis' son./
I took a single, long, shuddering breath, and looked at Anubis, who had started to sing 'worry about you', by IVY, in a decidedly off-key tone, then I started to look around the apartment. There had to be some coffee here. I had to have him at least semi-sober so I could hear the whole story. After about a hours worth of coffee (I guess it made sense that a dude with so much wine would have such a huge amount of caffeine) Anubis was slightly more sober, but no less upset.
"What happened?" I asked, nursing a cup of tea, because I've never drunk coffee (urk, gross stuff).
The now sober god sighed. "It wasn't that long ago." He said, not looking at me, but staring at what seemed to be a rather interesting patch of blank wall.

"It was roughly a century ago, - give or take a decade by your time - and I'd already been assigned to Mary for what must have been at least that time, although it felt like more."
I know I shouldn't really have interrupted, but, you know the whole curiosity thing. "Mary? Who's Mary? Not the one who founded this place Mary?"
"The very same. She was another ghost - one who was 'Important' - or so said my parents." He snorted. "But anyway I was bored out of my mind. So I went and had a look round the town and I found her!" He looked up as if seeing a person stood before him and he reached out as if to touch a woman's face. "I found Leia, she was perfect. She had a husband but I could see she didn't love him. She needed the money and I wanted her. I waited and I watched her, figuring out her routine. One week her husband got hurt bad at work and had to go to the hospital. He died under suspicious circumstances in the hospital. I sent him on, Gottreink murdered him. You met Gottreink earlier, he materialized in you room. So she was all on her own again, no one was doing anything for her."
Amy was beginning to understand. "So you did things to help her, you got too involved." Anubis was crying harder than ever but he heard and he nodded.

"And we ended up with Paul." Suddenly Amy knew. She didn't know how but she knew.

"You didn't help him go on, you couldn't face him!"

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