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"NO!"
I try to fight the little brat's mind, but his has surprised me. It takes me a second to realize what's happening. Horus notices my confusion and grabs onto it. Before I know it, I am a fruit bat in the claws of a falcon. Very creative.
My dreadful nephew shoots toward the air vent. We wrestle and spin in circles up the shaft, slashing and biting. Finally, we burst into the open, reverting to our warrior forms on the side of my Red Pyramid.
I hit the ground on my knees. During the impact, one of my fangs pierces my lip. I wince as my mouth gets filled with the all too familiar metallic taste. I rise, wiping the black blood from my mouth.
Horus is standing uneasily on the slope. His avatar shimmers with damage along the right arm. The boy's actual arm is cut and bleeding in the same spot. He seems to be in pain. Good. Let them suffer. Behind him, the view is even more satisfying.
The useless demons have found a new enemy. Dozens of magicians have appeared in a loose circle around the pyramid and they are fighting their way forward. For a moment, I am almost impressed. Each magician stands inside a moving protective circle, wading through the enemy with staff and wand glowing. Flames, lightning, and tornadoes rip through the demon host. Here and there, hieroglyphs glow in the air, causing explosions and earthquakes that destroy my forces.
But the demons keep on coming, surrounding magicians in deeper and deeper ranks.
I grin down at my enemy. "You can die knowing you made a good effort, Horus. But it's much too late. Look."
He looks over the cavern and his eyes widen.
"This is the end of the House," I say, not hiding the satisfaction in my voice. It was about time karma came to bite those know-it-alls in the . "They cannot prevail as long as my pyramid stands."
The magicians seem to have realized that. As they get closer, they send fiery comets and bolts of lightning toward the pyramid. It's all energy and as such, it's all consumed by my monument. Here nothing can stop me.
Things just seem to be getting better and better. Amongst the chaos, four snake-headed giants are carrying the golden capstone. My lieutenant, Face of Horror, is shouting orders to them, lashing them with a whip to keep them moving. They press forward until they reach the pyramid's base and begin to climb.
The realization on Horus's face is priceless.