A knock at the door of a mansion. A lady opened it. She was dressed to the nines and looked like the embodiment of beauty.
"Khonshu?" She asked. "I suppose you're here to ask why I left my avatar so suddenly. With so little of us left, Gods need to be protected. We are worth much more than the life of one—"
"Enough, Hathor." The bird-headed God told her. "Did you know she saved my life? Set was going to stab Marc Spector with the sceptre. She distracted him. Not you. You didn't interfere until it was already over. You initiated the violence that led to one of our own getting killed. And my saviour was caught in the cross-fire. Then you abandoned her. You are not the Hathor I once knew. I loathe you. Marc and Steven loathe you. And there is one other who loathes you because he saw the hurt in Paulena Peters eyes after you left. He'd like you to feel the same."
She looked at Khonshu's avatar. He wore black gloves with a newsboy cap.
"Why?" She asked as the gun Anubis blessed was raised to her head.
"Te lo has ganado." The man answered as he pulled the trigger, killing the Goddess of love and music.
He smiled as he did so, whether it was of the satisfaction of Hathor paying the price for her choice, or whether it was just because he enjoys the act of murdering those who deserve it. Either way, he felt amazing. Which is probably the most frightening part. At least, for Marc and Steven.