Chapter 4: Bes
Felix froze. Bes was like an uncle to him, and if he didn't have that, he didn't have anything. Except maybe Cleo. "Bes," the voice said. "Bes, defender of all that is good. Bes, enemy of all evil. Even you have flaws. You are depicted like a short Bigfoot, and you aren't even completely Egyptian. Your worship originally comes from the Twa people, a pygmy tribe. Women tattooed you on their thighs!" Felix thought 'What?' But the voice had to say something else.
"And your wife, Besset?" it said, its voice feigning pity. " Why are you cheating on her, Bes? Have you no regard for the feelings of others?" Felix furrowed his brow. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Bes and Tawaret were made for each other. They had to be! His house of cards felt like it had just gone tumbling down. Through the crowd, he saw Tawaret screaming at Bes. He saw other trainees arguing with each other. This voice was tearing them apart from inside, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Not as innocent as you thought, eh? Well, no matter," said the voice. Its words oozed out like poisoned honey. "How about we continue this delightful game? Next god, Geb."