An IM: Great Priest Imhotep manga fic, because this fandom needs more fic.

An OC centric fic depicting the relationship of my OC, the "I" in this fic, with a certain God's Vessel, the "you" in this fic.

"I" in this fic is a child whose Ka is connected to Set of Ennead, thus they can chat mentally from time to time and meet up in dream.

(Spoiler for some sentences that is referenced from Volume 8, but this fic takes event in the past, more than a decade before Imhotep is revived)

(I apologize in advance for any grammar and spelling mistake, I'm new in making fic)

(This is an epilogue that happen years after the last chapter)

It was evening, dusk has passed.

It was after a very tiring mission.

I'm already wearing just a hoodie and shorts. Already took off my binder and prosthetic arm, I wanted to rest for the day.

But there's something I must say... or confess first...

So I prayed, offering has been prepared as well...

"What is it brat?" He said in a familiar rough tone.

I chuckled and greeted him "Good evening Seth." I call him Seth only as he allowed me. We've grown closer since we have been together for more than a decade.

"Yea yea Evening. So what is it you wanted to talk about?" He picked up the Caesar Salad I prepared for him. More lettuce than normal, no condiments only pepper and salt, like how he likes it.

"I was thinking about the Soul Destiny a lot today, after what've happened in the mission..." I said in a tired tone.

"Right... some of your fellow priests became Magai huh..." He said and forked a lettuce eating it like a shark. "But what of it? You already know about this since loooong time ago right?". I nodded and answered

"Yeah, it's not a shock to me anymore... it's more like I wanted to say how much gratitiude I have towards you...?" I told him.

"Gratitude?" I nodded at his confusion, don't worry I'm confused myself but I do know , I'm grateful to have him.

"Yeah. I know Soul Destiny exist to prevent rampant Magaiation. But I still hate it, that some people like me have such shitty fate, just for the sake of a 'greater good'.

I hate MY soul destiny, but I am grateful of one thing. I was able and fated to meet you and have you as my guardian god. Because you gave my life a purpose, I didn't end up fallen into despair, I didn't end up becoming Magai or getting the black marks since early on. I would've, and I could've grown those black marks from my early childhood. There's already 3 chances in my life that would've caused those marks appear in my body, the death of my birth parents, new parents, and the loss of my best friend. But because you protected me, because you promised you'll destroy the Soul Destiny for us, I was able to stay alive and didn't get the black marks.

I hate SOUL DESTINY existed, and it existed unfairly too. Some people fated to have horrible life, or forgotten by their family like my friend, your vessel. But at the same time, I glad my friend became your vessel. So he didn't have to suffer from any Magaiation. Because you protected his body.

So thank you Seth."

The piece of ham he was gonna eat fell down from the fork, his mouth gapped from surprise. Did it surprised him that much that I confessed to him how grateful I am?

"Brat. You didn't have to do that you know..." he huffed and continued eating "really... what kind of human says thank you that dramatically to a God of Storm and Destruction..." he mumbled

I giggled ar his reaction.

Soon enough he finished the meal and stood up, preparing a gate to go back. But he turned back to me.

"Brat, if you want to really say thanks to me. Promise me. After the fight is over and world's gone peaceful, after I let go of this body..." he pointed to his head with his thumb, "live a happy life with him, together. Make yourself and him happy. Understand?"

I smiled at him and bowed a bit, "I understand. I promise you I will do that."

He snickered and went away, thanking me for the meal.