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-Full- Summary: Things are not well at the museum when a new exhibit arrives. With a new artifact comes new curses, new magic, and new friends. At first, things are great, and the museum is more popular then ever! But suddenly things take a turn for the worst when three all-powerful ancient Egyptian gods get involved, wanting revenge on mankind.

Now it's up to Larry and the gang to stop these misfit deities from taking out everything and everyone in their path, all before sunrise!

A/n: I think this chapter was by far the hardest to write for me so far. See, in my mind, I keep imagining Ahk and Kah looking alike. Only problem is, upon comparing Hank and Rami's pictures from Google (I'm not stalking them I swear), I came to a conclusion; they look nothing alike. That has discouraged me. Very much so, because in my world, all the gods are related, one way or another. And with the guy's mother being a god (she'll be revealed in this chapter…I hope), I have to make them all look somewhat alike. But now I'm starting to see Anubis as a Justin Gaston looking kind of guy, which makes me think of Hathor being Noot Seear, then Sekhmet starts looking like Justine Wachsberger, which somehow turns Loki into Jackson Rathbone. GAH WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HANK! XD I'm telling you, by the time this story is over with, all my sanity will be gone.

She was not going to panic. She wasn't. She...

Ok, maybe just a little.

Viola nervously started to wring her hands as she hurried down crowded hallway after crowded hallway, looking for Sadie. So far, her luck was against her. She felt bad for Ahkmenrah; she was dragging him around, looking for her charge that she was supposed to be watching.

Then came the confusing part. Viola hadn't even been sleeping, and yet she had had one of those weird dream things. Maybe it was a daydream. Maybe she was imagining the whole thing.

But she couldn't have been imagining it. A younger version of Ahkmenrah was in the dream. (And if it wasn't him, then it was a guy who looked seriously like him.) Not only him, but a girl who looked sort of like her and an older looking guy who also looked like Ahk.

Speaking of Ahkmenrah, he kept looking at Viola oddly. She couldn't put her finger on what his expression was, but it was starting to freak her out.

Or maybe it was just the fact that she had lost Sadie that was making her so restless. Yeah, that was it.

"Sadie kind of has ADHD," said Viola as they passed a group of Pilgrims. "She gets distracted really easily," she explained when she saw the confusion on the Egyptian's face. "And in this place...well, I don't think that it would help."

"Perhaps the other exhibits have seen her passing by," offered Ahkmenrah. She looked at him and tried to smile.

"That's a great idea." True, it was, and Viola briefly wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. The Egyptian walked over to a bronze man with a funny hat and a map, and Viola turned around and scanned the room. Her eyes landed on a group of men that had some their backs turned to her, but she could tell that they were part of the museum because something was odd about their outfits.

Shrugging and guessing that it was better the nothing (which was basically what she had right now), she fast-walked over and tapped one of the men in blue on the shoulder. He turned around and Viola suppressed a gasp.

The men were dressed in North and South Civil War outfits, and they didn't have any kind of face. Their skin was made of felt, like a puppets. The group immediately straightened up and turned their attention on her. It felt odd having the spotlight being so suddenly put on her, but in some way it felt good. Viola had to remind herself that these men had class.

"Um, hi. You wouldn't have happened to see a little redhead girl about so tall run through here, did you?" she asked, wondering if they even could see anything at all. However, the one who she had tapped turned to the other men, and they moved their heads and gestured as if they actually could talk. (Viola wondered for a wild second if they could talk to each other telepathically.) But then her blue soldier turned back to her and nodded.

Relief washed through Viola, and she sighed in relief. "Oh thank God. Which way did she go?"

The puppet soldier pointed in a direction and she thanked him. He bowed slightly - which Viola found odd, but then remembered that they were old school - and hurried off over to Ahkmenrah.

"Ok," she said, "I know where she went."

He fell in step beside her. "As do I." He started walking off in the other direction, and Viola stopped walking altogether.

"Wait!" she cried, but he was already halfway down the hall. She stomped her foot. "Dammit!" Ignoring the disapproving glares of some parents, she tore after the Egyptian, who seemed to be in a world of his own. "Where the hell are you going?" she said when she caught up to him.

"Columbus informed me that she was chasing after the Huns, which wouldn't be surprising, considering the fact that Atilla has recently become a quite popular story teller. He normally stays around his own display, and – are you alright?" Ahkmenrah asked, looking Viola up and down again. Her face was pale and her blue eyes were as wide as orbs.

She shook her head. He realized his mistake – when people heard about the Huns, they automatically assumed that they were awful as history lead them to believe. In Atilla's case, however, things had changed. Ever since he started to tell people stories about his past, that seemed to soften the warrior up a bit. True, he was still a brute on the soccer field, but...none the less, he was a much better person.

Now Viola was assuming the same thing. Ahkmenrah forgot; she hadn't lived in the museum for years upon years. Currently, she had only been here three times. And he was desperately hoping that she would return for a fourth.

"He isn't bad," Ahkmenrah said quickly, stepping closer, hoping that she would believe him.

She shook her head again. "Ok," she said, biting her lip again. "Yeah whatever, I should have expected that. Walking puppets. Story telling Huns. Really handsome dead Egyptians. What next?" She must have forgotten that she said the last part aloud; he felt his face heat up so he turned around and pretended that he didn't hear that last part. For her sake.

But on the inside, Ahkmenrah was desperately trying to calm his racing heart. Excitement swelled up inside of him and for a moment he thought that his chest might just burst open. Which is why he couldn't help a bit of a smile weave it's way onto his face.

Viola reviewed what she said in her head and momentarily stopped breathing. Oh dear Lord did she really just-?

"D...Did you hear that last part?" she asked nervously, walking up beside him.

Ahkmenrah had to literally bite his tongue in order not to say yes. "Hear what?" He could hear her quiet sigh of relief.

"Nothing."

Ahkmenrah turned another corner and walked over to the Huns display. The scene surprised him a bit.

The Huns were all sitting in their exhibit, the little redheaded girl who Viola referred to as Sadie sitting on Atilla's knee, braiding his hair. Most of the other Huns were gathered around their leader as usual, only this time their attention seemed to be on the girl. Ahkmenrah found it odd why the Huns would go from ripping people apart to fawning over a small child, but it wasn't his place to judge; looking back, his people had been quite odd too. (Or maybe that was just the gods.)

"So was Ozzy Osbourne mad when you stole his haircut?" Sadie asked Atilla. Viola however, jumped in to the conversation and left the girl answer less.

"Sadie!" Viola cried, pushing past the Huns and standing in front of the girl, putting both hands on her slender hips.

Sadie looked up. "Oh hi Viola. We were just braiding each others hair! You know you should-"

"Sadie, are you trying to get me killed?" Viola hissed, grabbing the girl by the wrist and pulling her off the display. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" (Ahkmenrah wondered briefly what a heart attack was, but he didn't dare ask when Viola was in such a mood. Sully had gotten into similar moods during her many fights with Kahmunrah; it would be an understatement to say that she was unpleasant to be around when she was like that.) "Why did you run off?"

"Because you were busy hugging him," she answered simply, pointing a finger at Ahkmenrah. "But come on! Mommy won't be expecting us for a while, and I still wanna stay with Atilla!" She pulled on a innocent face, pointing her head down slightly and pouted. (Ahkmenrah assumed that Viola also had Sully's weak spot for such faces. He had learned how to get out of trouble with her by making a smouldering face. It worked every time.) "Please? At least for another hour!"

Viola was beginning to hate Sadie. The little brat knew how to get to her. Damn.

"Oh alright, but not a second more, because if your mom kills me, you'll have to take the guilt to your grave. Understand?"

Ahkmenrah hardly thought that the girl did understand, but she nodded vigorously anyway. "Oh thanks Viola!" Sadie skipped back over to Atilla and Ahkmenrah took his chance to pull Viola away for himself.

By doing so, he took her hand and lead her away. She didn't protest, and she shook her head again. Some of her hair came rather close to his nose, and he could smell her again.

"I swear, I feel so bad for Mrs. Parker. (Oh – that's Sadie's mom. Sorry, I thought I mentioned her name before.) Sadie is so hardheaded now – and just wait until she becomes a teenager! Oh boy, that will be fun!" Viola laughed humorlessly once. "So...anyway," she lifted her eyes to meet his and her voice trailed off. "What's it like...you know, living here...with all this going on all the time?" she asked, gesturing with her free hand to everything around them – the moving exhibits and the picture taking tourists. "And are you really dead during the day?"

He could have laughed at the pure irony that her last question held. "Not necessary; I suppose I find myself in limbo. I haven't been to the Underworld for a while." And he never wanted to return. "I can hear what is going on during the day in my tomb though," he added. "So I would assume that part of my spirit stays in my body. I'm not exactly sure; I don't like to dwell on death." That might have been the biggest understatement of the century.

"As an answer to your first question; things were not always like this," he said, mimicking her gesture. "I used to be locked up in my sarcophagus every night. It was like that for years, and it stayed that way before Larry got here."

Her eyebrow furrowed. "Larry...the night guard that Rebecca mentioned?"

Ahkmenrah nodded. "Yes. In fact, the museum was never open to the public before Larry. It was kept a secret, and was being 'guarded' by three men who attempted to steal my tablet."

He watched her eyes widen. "What? Oh no way. How did you get it back? And why did Larry open it up to the public? (I mean, I'm not complaining – this is awesome.) It seems like a pretty big secret to keep," Viola said, getting generally interested.

Ahkmenrah smiled, knowing already that he would have to tell her the whole story. Only he didn't know all of it. "Perhaps we should find Larry. I do not know the entire story; only about half."

And so she nodded vigorously, wanting to hear about how the three old night guards came close to destroying everything that was around them.

"Dammit, Sobek! I know your in there!" said Sehkmet loudly, banging her fist on the door of the penthouse. She, Hathor, and Ahy were currently outside of the penthouse in the Four Seasons Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. (Most mortals didn't even know that there was a penthouse in the hotel; it had been designed by the gods because they came to Vegas so often.)

"Maybe he can't hear you," Hathor pointed out. "Technically he doesn't have ears."

Sekhmet turned to her twin and stuck out her jaw. "Oh by the time I'm done with him, he won't have ears anymore!" She shouted the last part at the door, making Hathor roll her eyes.

While Sekhmet was shouting at the alligator god, Ahy had wandered down the hall, his attention drawn to a fire extinguisher. Cocking his head one way, he held out his hand, and it flew out of its glass case into his hands. He cocked his head the other way, the vague voice of his mother and Sekky arguing in the back of his mind.

There was a handle. He pulled it. The young god yelped when white foam came out.

Ahy's look of surprise quickly turned into a grin.

This was so cool! Why didn't they have these in the Underworld? As far as he was concerned, mortals were waaaay more awesome then what Sekhmet implied that they were.

By his feet, Foofy was stalking cautiously towards the foam. (Ahy didn't want to leave him by himself in the apartment, and Hathor was afraid to leave Ahy alone in the apartment, so he brought the cat along.)

Ahy pulled the handle again, spraying the cat with the foam. Foofy meowed and hissed at him before scurrying off over to the women. Ahy followed, the fire extinguisher still in his hand.

When Foofy came over, both goddesses looked down.

"What the hell are you doing to that cat?" asked Sekhmet.

"I'm just playing with it," Ahy replied innocently. "Oh, and look, this thing is so cool!" He pulled the handle to the extinguisher again, but instead of blasting the cat (who dodged the foam at the last second), the white foam spread itself all over the two goddess' legs.

Ahy looked down at the foam, then back up at his aunt. He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry!" He tossed the extinguisher over his shoulder, and it landed on the tiled ground with a loud clang. Then he grabbed Foofy before the cat could run off again.

"Alright," said Sekhmet, waving her hand and the foam disappeared, "I asked nicely."

BAM! The wooden door that was blocking their entry was now shattered into pieces on the floor, thanks to a punch from the lion goddess. She strode into the room and put her hands on her hips.

To her left was a flat screen TV, coffee table, and tan couch that was being occupied by a young man with long brown hair, who was immersed in a video game which was being displayed on the TV. To her right there was an empty bar with three stools; sitting on one was a ginger woman with glasses and a laptop. In front of her there was a long table with various packages of cards and piles of gold coins spread along the surface. Sitting at the table were five men, each incredibly handsome, each looking at the cards in their hands.

However, upon Sekhmet's entrance, the one sitting closest to her looked up and grinned at her. He had startling green eyes, salt-and-pepper hair, tan skin and a muscular body. He stood up, showing off how tall he was.

"Why Sekhmet," he said, and her eyes narrowed, "what brings you out of the Underworld and into the lowly and dull world of the mortals?"

"I think you know, Sobek," Sekhmet answered simply as Hathor and Ahy walked in behind her. Hathor stood next to her counterpart and Ahy, his curiosity sparking, made a b-line for the couch.

Sobek glanced between the two, his grin not faltering. "'Fraid I don't."

Behind him, the man with black hair laid down his cards on the table. "Three of a kind."

The brunette man who was sitting across from him laid down his cards as well. "Straight."

"Flush," said the blonde.

"Nope," said the one with spiky scarlet colored hair. "Four of a kind."

A chorus of curses sounded behind Sobek, and Sekhmet turned her attention away from her anger.

"Is that seriously the best you idiots can do?" she said, catching the attention of all four men. "I could beat you all with my eyes shut." Sekhmet pushed past Sobek and took his spot at the table, picking up the cards that he had put down. Sobek cocked an eyebrow, but didn't object.

"What she means is," Hathor continued, "we have been doing some…experimenting in NYC. And two days ago there was a rain storm that the mortals didn't predict. It was supernaturally caused. So what did you do?"

"Me? Why is it always me?" asked Sobek, looking innocent, putting one of his hands on his broad chest. "Besides, if you're wondering about rain, why the hell would I mess with it?"

"Because you're a crocodile and you get cocky," answered the ginger on the bar stool, not looking up from her laptop.

"Tefnut, you can tell if anyone messed with the weather, right?" asked Hathor.

"Correct."

"Then who the fuck screwed with it in New York?" asked Sekhmet. At the words 'New York', both the ginger and the younger man on the couch hissed.

"How can you breathe in that city?" asked the man on the couch.

"The mortals are polluting it more now then they ever have," Tefnut agreed. Her eyes still hadn't left her laptop. "What are you doing there anyway?"

"I'm out," said the red haired man at the table. He slapped his cards down and stood, striding over to Sobek and Hathor. He was surprisingly short compared to the other gods, and his eyes were as red as his hair. "Yeah, it's not like you and beautiful over there to work together anymore."

Sekhmet chuckled at the man's complement. "Try all you want Set honey, but it's never gonna work!"

Set grinned wickedly and looked down at her. "Damn! But really, what are you two up to?"

Hathor suddenly looked skittish. "I don't know what you're talking about. It's just an experiment."

"With a mortal?" prodded Sobek.

"…More or less."

"Oh c'mon Blondie!" mocked Set. "You know you can tell us!"

While the two gods prodded Hathor, Ahy was having his own conversation on the couch.

"What are you doing, Tatenen?" Ahy asked. The god's multi-colored eyes were locked on the TV screen, his fingers flying over the buttons on the wireless controller.

"Playing a video game."

"What's that?"

"It's something the mortals invented," he said, not sparing Ahy a glance. "It's a virtual world where you play against other mortals to get the highest score. Quite pointless, but entertaining."

Ahy cocked his head. "Why are you using that thing?" He pointed to the controller in Tatenen's hands. "Can't you just the virtual world with your mind?"

Tatenen let go of the controller suddenly, placing his hands in his lap. The controller, however, was suspended in the air, buttons being pushed down as if he was still holding it. He glanced at Ahy raising an eyebrow at the cat in his arms that was desperately trying to get free.

"I can," he said simply. "But mortals can't use their minds."

"They don't even have minds," the dark haired man called over.

Sekhmet laughed. "I like the way you think, Sopdu."

"Wait a minute…how long did you say that you were in NYC?" asked Set. "Three days? That's pretty uncommon. What gives?"

"Oh, I got it," said Sobek. "Their hiding something from Dad!"

"What makes you think that?" demanded Hathor, hiding her nervousness behind a veil of control.

"Well let's count, shall we?" said Set, exchanging a glance with Sobek. He held up a finger. "You I can understand being out of the Underworld. But Sekhmet? Nu-uh."

Sobek held up one of his fingers. "You got all defensive just now."

"And you're getting scared of us telling Dad."

"You wouldn't do that," Hathor said.

Both gods pulled on innocent looks, attempting to look as angelic as possible. (If any mortal had been in the room, they would have fainted by the pure beauty of the act. However, Hathor knew otherwise.)

"But then we would be lying," stated Sobek.

"And we would never lie to Father," said Set. Hathor frowned and put her hands on her slender hips.

"Ok what do you two want?" she asked. Set and Sobek exchanged glances before turning back to her.

Set answered in a quieter tone. "We want in."

"In on…?"

"The scam," Sobek said simply. Hathor looked skittish again.

"Scam?" she said, her eyes darting around the room. "W-what scam? There's no scam."

"No Mom, I think they mean the plan to kill the Half-Blood by making him fall in love with that cute skinny girl at the museum," Ahy answered over his shoulder, shifting Foofy in his arms. Hathor spun around to face him, a disapproving expression on her face. Ahy grinned sheepishly.

However, except for the faint noises of the video game that Tatenen was playing, the room went silent. Both grins fell off the two god's faces. Tefnut looked up from her laptop. Tatenen turned around. The blonde and brunette put down their cards and stared at the back of Hathor. She turned around slowly, meeting their gaze.

"No, no, Anhur, Shesmu it's not like that."

"Yes it is," said Sekhmet, taking a card from the deck and adding it to her collection. "We're making him fall in love, and then killing him. What's not to get?"

"Half-Blood?" repeated Sobek. "You mean one of Isis' boys? Those two little twerps who weaved their way past the Gate?"

"The very same," said Sekhmet casually.

"Which one?" asked Tefnut.

"The runt," answered Sekhmet, eyes scanning the cards.

"Ahkmenrah," Hathor clarified.

"So both of you are killing him?" asked Set. "Sekhmet, I can understand you wanting to get revenge. But you, Hathor? No. You're not normally the one to get revenge. So what gives?"

"The girl," Sekhmet answered once again. "Remember Sulipica, Set?"

Set grinned wickedly again. "Ah, how could I forget?"

"Well that's who she is. The girl still has Sulipica's immunity. Sissy can't get her spells to work, Sissy wants revenge."

"Immunity?" asked Ahy. "What's that?"

"Some mortals can be immune to our power," Tefnut said, eyes returning to her laptop screen. "Extremely annoying, but it only happens once every thousand years. It comes in different types. Some can see past our human form, some can not be affected by our spells, and some can attract more then enough demons from the Underworld. But it's always one of the three. Nothing we've never seen before."

"Heads up, Tree Hugger," Sekhmet said, "'cause this little girl is all three. Actually, I think she's more then all three."

Tefnut's head snapped up. "Impossible," she said simply.

"Careful," said Set, "you're starting to sound as bad as the bird brain."

Sobek chuckled. "Yeah, you are gettin' pretty close to Thoth's level of drabble." Tefnut rolled her multi-colored eyes, and went back to her laptop.

"Hathor, as far as the weather issue, the only one of us who goes in the New York area is Anubis. Tell him to stop messing with the weather; that's my job," Tefnut said.

Set scoffed. "Forget him. The kid probably made it rain 'cause he's so depressed."

"Yeah," agreed Sobek. "He's never been the same ever since his precious little Annaliese." Sobek sneered the name, and Hathor scowled at him. Sekhmet smirked and Anhur shook his head. Shesmu picked up a card from the deck, and Tefnut pursed her lips.

"Who's Annaliese?" asked Ahy. All nine Egyptians turned to stare at Ahy. Some of their gazes held pity, some held disgust, and others held amusement. "What?"

"How long have you kept him locked up ever since the Rip?" asked Sobek, pointing his thumb at Ahy.

"A thousand years," answered Sekhmet and Hathor in unison, and Sobek nodded.

"Seriously! What happened?" Ahy's voice was turning from a curious question two a whine far to fast.

"Well-," Set began, but Hathor silenced him by laying a slender hand on his chest.

"She was a mortal girl who Anubis fell in love with. He became too attached so Sekhmet killed her." Hathor turned towards Sekhmet. "And that was so uncalled for! He was in love! Love!" She shook her head, and a smile played on Sekhmet's lips.

"Guilty as charged. My response: oh well."

Hathor sighed. "Never mind. I'll find a way to talk to Anubis. And you two can be in on the 'scam' or whatever you wanna call it as long as you don't tell Ra. You know it's against the rules to directly interfere with the mortals. Say nothing."

"On it."

"Can do."

"Yeah – and if anyone wants to help me destroy the Tablet once we're done with the brat, just have at it," said Sekhmet.

"Destroy the Tablet?" asked Hathor. "That was never apart of the plan."

"Yeah, well it is now. I want that thing gone, and I want my scepter back. Mortals are too stupid with the Tablet anyway. And with the brat dead, who's gonna own it?"

Shesmu laid down his cards. "Straight Flush," he declared, sending a triumphed smirk Sekhmet's way. The lion goddess leaned back in the chair and propped her feet up on the table. She smirked right back and waggled her finger at the brunette. She tossed her cards down on the table.

"Royal Straight Flush. Game, set, and match."

"Wow, so that really happened?" Viola asked. Ahkmenrah nodded. The two were walking back to his tomb, for it was almost sunrise. Her eyes were sweeping the Hieroglyphics and portraits of certain gods on the walls, and Ahkmenrah was beginning to wonder how someone's eyes could shine like that.

They turned right into his tomb, and he saw her hesitantly look up. Ahkmenrah didn't need to look up to know why she was doing so. His Anubis guards (which had a striking resemblance to the real god) were glaring down at her. He took her arm and led her along.

"They won't hurt you. I promise." And they wouldn't. Their artificial lives were devoted to him and him alone.

He led her up into the more inner part of his tomb until he finally let go of her arm. He turned to face her.

"So…um…thanks for helping me find Sadie," Viola said.

"You're welcome," he said, nodding slightly. There was an awkward silence. "Will you come back?" he blurted out. It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. But he wanted to know her answer, so he had to ask her somehow.

Viola was surprised by the pure hopefulness and urgency in his voice. It almost seemed like he was begging her to come back…

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, shrugging slightly. She yawned, and Ahkmenrah felt a grin form on his lips. She smiled as well, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. They looked too tired.

Ahkmenrah had forgotten that Viola wasn't nocturnal like he was. A night for him was a day. It was only natural that she would be exhausted. A wave of guiltiness hit the Egyptian, but he pushed it down.

"Although I might need to crash for a day first."

Again, he had no idea what she was talking about, but he smiled anyway.

Viola took a step closer and stood on her toes to kiss Ahkmenrah's cheek. However, the Pharaoh had turned his head at the last second, curious about what she was doing, and both of their lips brushed against each other's.

There was a split second when the world stopped moving. An electric shock passed through Ahkmenrah's body and he felt a tingling sensation in his lips. He loved that feeling and he never wanted it to end.

But alas, the world started moving again and Viola pulled back. He smiled inwardly at how red her face was.

"Um…I-I'm sorry, I…I didn't…," she stuttered.

"Oh gross!"

Viola whirled around to see Sadie standing in the doorway of the inner part of the tomb, her tongue sticking out in an expression of disgust.

"Sadie!" cried Viola, her hand flying over her already rapidly beating heart. "How…how long have you been there?"

The girl ignored her, and cocked her head, locking her gaze with Ahk. "Are you like a Jonas brother or something?"

"OKAY Sadie, time to go," Viola said quickly, turning the girl around and leading her out of the tomb. Viola turned around to say goodbye to Ahkmenrah, but the memory of what had happened seconds ago came up and she blushed again.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Ahkmenrah could hear Sadie ask Viola when they were out of his tomb. He chuckled and climbed into his sarcophagus.

However, Ahkmenrah was unaware of the second person who had witnessed the kiss, even as accidental as it was. Pushing off the pillar where he had been leaning a moment ago, he waited until the museum had frozen to move.

Once it had, he strode towards the coffin that he was so familiar with. Approaching it, he set his hand on top of it briefly before trailing his fingernails across the top of it before leaning down close to it.

"Don't think you are getting out of this," he hissed, knowing all too well that the boy could hear him.

He stood up straight suddenly and glanced around the tomb. Then turning on his heel, Anubis walked out of his brother's tomb.

A/n: Well I hope you all are happy, because I have officially driven myself into the ground with this chapter. And I know that the middle part with the gods is super long 'n stuff, but oh well, you got to the point. Something that I see in my mind is that all the Egyptians are really tall except for Set. (Why Set? XD Because it says in that Osiris legend that Osiris was taller then all the other gods, and that made me assume that Set was really short. Shut up I think he's cute being short!) It just makes sense that the Egyptians are tall 'cause in like all the stories and writings it says that they are like fifty feet tall, so why wouldn't their human forms be tall too?

And another thing: I can totally see the gods playing poker in a hotel room. xD SEE? THIS IS ALREADY POISING MY MIND!

Ok, I'm rambling. I'll shut up now.