The anger was irrational, the thoughts was irrational, it was all a vague irrrational and chaos. The elder gods were managing most of it. Only Forseti seemed lost in the fog. When Hella got his attention he looked to her, almost past before nodding.
Following her outside, where there was the commotion and panic. "What did she say? You know I can't stop the punishment and nor do I want to." He said pointedly.
The only time that she remembered seeing Set like this was when he knew Farah had been with Osiris as well. The question was strange that she looked to him confused, as she started brushing her hair.
"Uh, I think so. This is close to that," Amira answered before looking back to him with a frown. "What's going on, Set?" She asked putting the brush down before walking over to him.
No one understood. Set had had a clue that possibly it hadn't been his brother all this time and still he simply believed that it was him, because it was easier and he didn't want to deal nor think about Farah's death. It was probably the hardest thing in his life and he had never gotten over it.
He let her walk out of the room, but by the time she had showered and dressed, he was still there. When she returned he didn't look at her, but simply asked, "Have you ever had moments where you might have known the truth, but simply believed it was different, because it was easier to handle?" It probably still didn't explain nearly enough of him, but it was a start.
Seeing that look on Forseti, it only then hit Hella. This was all her fault. If she had agreed to let them kill Asta for attacking her, Baldr would be alive now. The thought made her sick to her stomach.
Slowly she lowered her hand, knowing this was what Forseti had realized as well. "Very well," she simply said to the execution, knowing no one would be swayed this time and this time she wouldn't speak up.
Hearing the offer, she shook her head. It felt even more of like a betrayal, if she did that. Just then a guard came up to her, saying something along the lines of her sister's dying wish. With a sigh she looked to Forseti. "I'll be back in a moment," she said softly and followed the guard.
The conversation was more a tied up Asta yelling and insulting Hella, but a distinct thing she noticed was that her sister kept referencing a place from their childhood. Ultimately, she left without a word. Coming back, she found Forseti where she had left him. "Maybe we should get some fresh air," she suggested softly, but she wasn't sure how he would react to anything right now.
It was such a strange reaction from Set. Then again, she only knew who he was trying to act, and bits and pieces from the dreams. Sex was the most obvious thing that she knew about Farah and Set. Only, it was different now where she was not a part of a harem and had her own life.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Set. I don't have a reason to lie to you," Amira said softly before touching his arm. "I guess when you want to talk about it, we will. For now I am going to shower and dress."
It was going to be a difficult time for her to adjust but she was hoping there was some answers.
His father was dead, a god was dead...Forseti couldn't decide if it was real. Loki was around gloating and there was Asta yelling at him. They had been working together.
Looking to Hella with hollow eyes he looked to her. "She will be dead by sun rise. It won't even be my choice. If it was my choice, she'd still die by sun rise."
His tone was hard, he should have had her killed the first time. Instead he gave into the whims of a mortal. That mortal was to be his oracle. "If you wish to speak to her I will give you five minutes with several guards."
Asta stared at Loki when he grabbed her. Her eyes widened at what he said before she glared at him. "You bastard. How could you? After everything," she snarled back lowly before she was pulled away by the guards.
Hella still sat on the ground shocked. Her sister had done this. What were they going to do? Looking around, her gaze fell on Forseti. By the gods, his father was dead.
Slowly she got up and moved over to him, only gently touching his arm. They had never been announced as a team so for now she kept it hidden. "Forseti... are you okay?" she asked softly before looking after her sister, "What will happen to her?" She could imagine nothing good.
Set gave a small chuckle at that. "Well, lucky for you then," he mused as he watched her closely. It looked like most of the pain had subsided. That was a start and he was glad about that. He hated seeing her in pain.
Listening to what she said, he didn't move a muscle for a moment before he got off the bed, turning his back to her. "I don't want to hear it," he said curtly. He had blamed his brother for centuries and he didn't want to change now. He didn't want the defining moment in his life to be completely different than what he thought. It made him feel even worse than he already felt.
Where had Loki gone? Forseti looked to where he had seen Forseti before he heard the screams and commotions. Pushing to the center, there was his father crumpled to the floor like a doll. Forseti stared for a moment before Loki stepped forward.
"I'm am very glad you are enjoying the entertainment tonight! Baldr...he's done a very good job on his part. It was my poison...but it was this....sublime creature..." Loki said loudly grabbing Asta by the shoulders. Leaning down he smirked to her ear. "Did you think I'd keep you alive? It won't me, though...it will be them..."
He pushed her to the arms of one of the older gods who had her firmly.
"Wait! Before you kill her now...we will...deliberate on what to do. Guards take care of the people," Forseti stepped forward. Loki was already disappearing.
His father was dead, it barely struck him.
"It's not...I had them before...only the person was a visier during the time of Alexander the Great. It actually helped me on the test," Amira said running a hand over her stomach. That had been painful and awful. Something she didn't plan on repeating again.
"You must blame Osiris for her death. It wasn't him, or Marnin. It was Isis," Amira said softly. "She was likely to die within a year or so anyway...the first poison corroded her organs. She was feeling the effects. Isis offered her a main queen position or something...if she gave you both the poison. She took it for both of you..."
How could she ever be like that? It was outstanding.
Set had been relaxing when Amara shot awake like Anubis was chasing her himself. He knew what she had lived through. It was horrible to remember. How he hadn't realized a thing before she suddenly collapsed and was dying on the floor before him. This time she had died and he had mourned her lose for a long time, even if no one believed him. He had cradled her limp body in his arm until they had finally buried her in a way that would befit a queen, he made sure of that.
Coming back to the now, he calmly ran a hand through Amira's hair before pausing slightly. This was undoing all the things he had worked so hard on to forget. "I know... or at least Osiris and I figured as much when he later told me of her instructions," he explained, softly, trying to stay composed, "But this should have more or less been the last dream." He did want to give her a bit of an upside.
It seemed more luck to Asta that the watchdog Forseti just up and left. With a practiced ease she moved through the crowd of people like any servant would until she reached the head of the table where Baldr sat. It was easy enough switching the empty goblet for a new one with the laced poison. It would be near impossible to stab a god to death, but this poison should. Gleefully, she saw Baldr take the goblet as she slowly made her way to the door.
It was a joyous feast and Hella was enjoying herself, strangely enough. Maybe it was the knowledge that she would now be with Forseti from now on. However in that moment something caught her eye. A familiarity that only she could pick up. Asta. Even in a disguise, she could pick out her sister. Her sister noticed the gaze and flashed her a smile.
Whether it was that a guard noticed the gaze or the poison working faster than expected, suddenly all hell broke loose as Baldr collapsed and people were pointing everywhere, screaming and running about. In this confusion Hella lost sight of her sister, but she would see her again rather shortly in a situation she would never forget.
It wasn't truly goodbye, that was what the woman said, there would be a time in the distant future. The woman also said that she would die due to her bodies affliction from the poison, either way. Her sacrifice would be happen to ensure the men she loved would be there for that distant day in the future.
"Of course," Farah sat down by him, despite her position. Looking to Isis she gave the smallest of smiles. Sitting through the small speech from Isis and few words from Set. She took the cup, looking to the dark liquid in second thoughts.
[i Hurry, she'll notice soon,] her inner voice said. Farah gave Set a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a good drink. It didn't taste bitter until the second gulp.
The goblet dropped dramatically, before she collapsed, the poison stinging her throat before eventually it was all dark.
For a second time, Farah woke up in panic, this time it was like she had been rammed in the gut. Sputtering she clutched her stomach before it slowly released into an empty feeling. She sacrficed herself...for them...tears pricked her eyes.
"Set...I felt her death..." She said softly. "She sacrificed herself...for you and Osiris...Did you know that? Isis was going to kill you both. She took the poison for you both."
Somehow during all of this, he was blissfully unaware until he swore he saw Loki skirting about. Frowning, he followed that figure, it wasn't Asta but rather Loki himself. All it would take was these moments unattended.
"I believe I smell a rat," Forseti said in a low tone going out to reach for the figure that he was stalking.
Hella couldn't help noticing the irony of him actually chiding her about public affection, considering it was usually him that she had to control. "Because no one knows about us yet," she mused with a shake of her, "I like that." The thought of oracle was still strange to her, even if she stopped pointing that out to him.
She followed into the hall a moment later and made her way to the other oracles, there weren't many left. Though something felt off. There was a tingle as if someone familiar was here, but she couldn't explain that.
Asta was no fool. She waited until it was later when enough wine had flown. Only then did she enter disguised as a servant. Baldr, she would get him. One glass was poisoned with something Loki said would kill a god for sure, not that she wasn't willing to help out, if need be.
Set was not about to turn that down, he wasn't a madman. Still, he couldn't help feeling like something was off. That was however forgotten when she kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her to take her to bed. He was definitely happy and he did try to socialize, even if he still hated the banquet.
Osiris was naturally also there. He did smile at seeing Farah, but it froze on his lips at her words. His smile grew solemn as he understood what she was saying and simply nodded, even though she had long walked past him. He would be lying, if he said that he wasn't sad.
Set moved over to her. "Shall we sit down?" he asked with a small smile, oblivious to all this.
Forseti enjoyed feasts for different reasons before, now he was going to enjoy it for another reason. Kissing her back he gave her a smile. "Now, we can't being public until after you are annouced as my oracle. Afterwards, we will be together, for as long as we want to be."
Rubbing her back, he moved to go take his place with the gods. It was the moment when they were all to decide who would be oracles. Giving a smile he was happy, though he couldn't help but notice that it felt different.
Loki, that was the only answer he had.
"We do have a few minutes before we need to go to the banquet. We might as well enjoy ourselves," Farah smiled normally wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him again. One last time to the person who had helped save her.
After the session, she was content and happy. Before the banquet began and Set was temporarily distracted she paused by Osiris. "If something happens again, please keep your promise about my brother. And keep Set from killing him."
Before he could question she moved to the drinks quickly swapping them out before Isis would enter the room. This was the only chance.
Could anyone blame set for wanting to protect her? Especially after what had happened? His mind was temporarily distracted from all this when Isis came and he was ready to kill her. Did she have any idea how hard he had been working in his kingdom?
When Farah finally returned he kissed her back, but something was off. Thoughtfully, he prepared before looking to her. "Is everything alright? You are very quiet today," he asked, moving to wrap an arm around her, "I would rather be bitten by a snake." It was the last thing he wanted to do to go to that banquet.
Jess gave him an amused smile, having it substitute for a laugh, because that was just painful. "Yeah, we kind of ended up getting smaller, not bigger," she told him before nodding, even though she really didn't want to go back to those dreams again, "Okay, see you later." Smiling at the kiss on the forehead, she watched him leave before gingerly lying down, her back still in agony. Too exhausted and in pain, but possibly also from Forseti's scent being everywhere, she quickly fell asleep.
It took a long time to recover, but it helped that Forseti never really left her side and once she was healthy again, they were inseparable. It did take her some time to get over the loss of her sister, but she was working on it.
Months passed and finally the end of the tests was there. It still seemed crazy to Hella that she was here. Tonight was the feast to mark the end of it all. Right now though, she was still curled up next to Forseti in his room. "Is it really over tonight?" she asked probably for the hundredth time, leaning up to kiss him softly. She was excited for this and soon they could travel and everything. However, fate had a different plan for the evening.
The recovery was painful. There was lingering effects, she had lost weight and suddenly her adomen was in more subtle pain. Farah bore it well, though, the adjustment in her drinking and food helped out. The truth was she wasn't expected to live long since she had been a slave.
It wasn't surprising when Set wouldn't share or wanted her. The biggest surprise was when Isis came. Apparently trying to get Set to hand over his crown and the customary banquet was to be held. Though Set was more wanting to kill her than feast to her.
Walking casually, she looked as Isis gestured for her to come. She was a beautiful woman, the same as her brothers, only there was an air to her that she didn't trust.
"You are the one that seduced my brothers?" She asked stroking her hair before running a finger over her lips. "I have a proposition for you...since they seem to adore you so..."
Listening, it took everything to not be revolted by it. This was why she was spared. This moment. Walking away numb, she talked to Marnin first, which ended in an argument. Returning to Set she didn't even speak a word before kissing him.
This would be the last time, but he couldn't know. Cleaning and dressing she smiled to him. "Shall we go for the banquet?"
"I thought people would need larger tents for how much bigger people are. I was wrong...Sleep...I'll come back with some water and light food for you," Forseti kissed her forehead before leaving the tent. He hoped she would get the rest she needed.
Now that she knew, he was wondering exactly what he was to do now and why he was here in the first place.
"You more mean the rest were those dreams force feeding me. You said they were over soon?" Jess asked, hopefully so she could get back to some normal sleep, "I suppose those are good qualities to have at times." Still, it was a little strange how people apparently tended towards one than the other.
And still he did. It was written as clear as day on his face. He wished she was Hella. The last part did make her smile softly. "I guess that's all I can ask of you," she replied, knowing it meant he would never love her.
"Strange plane of existence?" she repeated as she thought on it. She supposed it was true that if he wasn't technically alive, but did exist that it did create a loophole of sorts. Hearing him complain about his tent, she laughed before her back exploded in pain, making her grimace. "I'm not that picky. I just need to lie down," she told him, a hand holding on to his shoulder to keep from falling over.
"Well, then, maybe I'm a nudist or simply enjoy walking around without any clothes on. What do you say to that?" he inquired with a teasing look. Naturally, he did make sure the bed was more comfortable for her than for him, considering she was the one feeling bad and he was just there to watch over her.
Ste couldn't help laughing. "Clearly," he mused as he looked to her, "Actually, I'm a god. We don't play by any rules. We make them." He gave her a grin. It was sort of true. Seeing she was feeling bad again, he continued to run his hand through her hair as she fell asleep. He stayed perfectly still, not moving a muscle once she was sleep.
"The nudge was there, yes, the rest was you. There were benefits of Asta as well. The descendants were clever and driven...it turned out perfectly well," Forseti gave a small grimace at that statement. "Yes, partially, but I can't expect that and I've grown to care for you as you are."
The tent was larger by far and more comfortable, though he still found room to complain. "Since I was born...somewhere...I don't know. Till when The Christians took over, the rest was in that strange plane of existence. The tent is larger, though it's not the tents of old with furs and fires..."
"Please, people have been wearing something close to that for centuries. I remember reading a time in your culture where it was thin linen wrapped around with breasts exposed," Amira teased. The bed wasn't that wide or tall but she managed to fit comfortably. It was just strange with him being close.
That statement held truth, that part was wanting him so bad. She wouldn't let it though. "I play by different rules. And you could, but not likely you won't."
There was that feeling again, she went for the crackers and water before closing her eyes. It was awful but not as bad as the dream. Soon she was feeling herself nod off.
"Yes, but it's quite obvious those are not meant to be used for that," Set mused with a shrug, not really caring if he had or hadn't sat on the couch naked. Still, it wasn't nice to see her in this much discomfort and he ran a hand through her hair.
He chuckled as he raised a brow. "That's the story you are going with. Very convenient. I'm pretty sure every fiber in your body is disagreeing with that statement," he replied amused as he watched her, "But I could also be comfortable in my room." He couldn't resist pointing out she wanted him here. It was a little contradicting, but he didn't care.
It was strange to have this conversation with a god. A conversation on life and death. Their lives must seem so trivial to them, Jess imagined. "I guess gods really do have a different perspective on life than mortals," she mused before thinking on what he said, "But you wish I was. You nudged me in the right direction." It was obvious in some of the things he did. Even after centuries, he still loved her.
"No one else to ask, but you. Not like there are a lot of gods walking around," she pointed out somberly before chuckling, "Old is right. How many centuries are you old?" She couldn't help teasing him. "Still, then I'll take it, before it just gathers dust in your pocket," she told him, looking to him as he released her.
"There's blanket and towels. It's close to what you wore in the past anyway," Amira rose a brow before giving a small groan. This was awful, the crackers was already churning in her stomach. "It doesn't really count until I say sound of mind, yes. That's what I'll go with."
He seemed so surprised she shrugged. "You're not leaving either way...you might as well be comfortable."
It was also warming for her to know that he cared so deeply. But it was Farah he cared about, Amira was both, and she was her own person. He loved a dead woman.
"I wouldn't be too sad. She lived a good, comfortable life surrounded by love and her family served the gods well. Truly she was an honorable, good woman. Now, I don't think you're her...I'd be a fool to think that," Forseti said slowly letting her go before shrugging. "I don't know know anymore...that might be a question for someone else. This isn't my time."
They were needed for something important, but what, she didn't know. "It's okay. I have the memories and feelings, that's all this old soul needs. Items are just...that."
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