When one pictures Anubis what comes to mind? The jackal headed God, sure. But what if he were human? What sort of avatar would Anubis have? A strong and mighty Hercules type? That assumption would be wrong.

Steven and Lena were expecting the same thing when they approached the house he resided in. The garden was filled with dead plants and the smell of decay so they knew they had the right place.

The two weren't able to knock on the door before an elderly man opened it.

"We could sense you were coming." The man told them "Come in, come in."

He led them to a living room and offered them a bowl of hard candy.

"You two are both here because of the was-sceptre right?"

"How did you know?" Steven asked.

"Anubis could sense the demise of his kin. He told me others will search me out, most likely those with the sceptre. Since I don't see it, I believe you're not here to kill me."

"No, we'd never kill you or the God of Death. How would that work anyway? I wonder how—" Steven cleared his throat and returned to the topic "That's not why we're here."

"Why are you here?" The man asked.

"We need Anubis to craft a new was-sceptre. That way we can kill Kauket and Set before they kill more Gods." Lena explained.

"You think Anubis crafted the sceptre?"

"That's what the legend says." Steven replied.

Anubis' avatar shook his head "Anubis only blessed Sets sceptre. He didn't create it."

"Why would he bless something that wasn't his?" Lena questioned.

"Set had a way with words. He convinced Anubis to bless his sceptre so he could be in charge of those souls who died during war. But it was too powerful. Anubis told Horus this and in order to take away the sceptre they invited Set to join the Ennead."

Steven looked confused, "Why would Anubis fall for that lie?"

"Set was his friend. He betrayed his trust." The man explained.

"So, if he can only bless items we already have, what can we do?" Lena looked to Steven.

"Knives?"

The reflection on the candy bowl shook his head "Knives, Steven? Really? We'll need something long-range."

"We don't have any guns; we were just at an airport." Steven reminded

"I have a gun." The man got up from his seat and opened a closet. On the top shelf was a shoebox and inside was a simple handgun. "Will it do?"

Steven looked to Marc's approval. Marc shrugged.

"Great. Once this is over, you'll bring the sceptre and the gun back to Anubis to destroy, right?"

"Of course." Steven answered.

"Alright, I shall ask Anubis to bless this gun." The man closed his eyes.

"Wait." Steven interrupted. He opened his eyes and stared at Steven. "Well, the gun isn't really the kill-y bit, right? That's more the bullets. What if you bless the gun, yeah? And we're fighting and I shoot the bad guy, pow, and it doesn't work because the blessed thing wasn't the thing that made contact?"

"So, Anubis shouldn't bless the gun?"

"I reckon he should bless the bullets." Steven said.

The old man unloaded the gun and held six bullets in his hand.

His eyes glowed white and a booming voice began chanting in ancient Egyptian. The bullets in his hand also began to glow a mystical white.

When he stopped chanting the glow stopped. He handed the bullets to Steven.

"Use these to kill Set and whoever else abused my power. Don't let words sway your morals. Especially when it comes to dealing with Kauket. Isn't that right, Khonshu?" The old mans eyes glowed again and he was back to normal.

Steven stood up "Right-o. We should probably get going."

"Steven, we didn't even introduce ourselves. The man helped us; we should learn his name. This is Steven Spector and I'm Paulena Peters." Paulena smiled.

"Steven Grant actually" Steven corrected.

"Ben Walters."

"Ben, we have a question for you. In your head is there just you and Anubis?" Lena asked. Steven immediately stared at the girl in confusion.

"Yup. Longer than I can remember. Good company, not for the flowers though." Ben told them.

"Good to know." She looked at Steven with a sorry face. Then she noticed the bullets still in his hand "You should probably load those."

"I don't know how." Steven whispered.

"I wish you luck, folks. I really hope you two-"

Before Ben could finish those words, the doorbell rang.