Fury of a God
This started up during a conversation in which Fin's vile ex-husband, and in a fit of protectiveness, I made a comment that I'd like to feed him to an alligator.
Let me preface by saying that I am not normally violent, nor do I normally wish ill will on others, but he is a horrible man that did some terrible things to Fin, over a long period of time. So naturally when his name comes up my protectiveness raises its head, and this is the result of that.
It was also an opportunity to delve once again into Egyptian Mythology, which is one of my favourite things. And so some of my favourite Gods came into it, and so did the crocodiles.
My beloved partner @FlameAndSong gave his blessing for me to post this. It is for him also with all my shielding love and devotion.
Let me preface by saying that I am not normally violent, nor do I normally wish ill will on others, but he is a horrible man that did some terrible things to Fin, over a long period of time. So naturally when his name comes up my protectiveness raises its head, and this is the result of that.
It was also an opportunity to delve once again into Egyptian Mythology, which is one of my favourite things. And so some of my favourite Gods came into it, and so did the crocodiles.
My beloved partner @FlameAndSong gave his blessing for me to post this. It is for him also with all my shielding love and devotion.
Set, god of chaos and storms, stood wreathed in desert winds, his fury thick as thunderclouds. Sand coiled like vipers at his feet as he hurled a trembling mortal before the feet of Sobek, Lord of the Nile.
Sobek reclined lazily on a stone throne half-submerged in the river’s edge, his bronze-scaled form gleaming with divine indifference. He raised a single eyebrow.
“While I appreciate the gesture, storm-bringer,” he drawled, “why have you brought me this… gibbering morsel?”
Set’s claws slashed through the air, lightning crackling faintly behind his ears. “This sack of offal dared harm one I love-and even planned to raise as one of us,” he growled. “His cruelty was artless. No cunning, no purpose—just raw malice. Sekhmet herself has cursed him, and even the scribes of Duat have struck out his name.”
The Nile rippled as Sobek leaned forward, nostrils flaring. “A grave charge indeed. But why bring him to me?”
“There shall be no judgment,” Set hissed. “No scales. No Ma’at. His soul will not see Osiris’s face. He will not pass into the Field of Reeds. He is to be unremembered.”
Sobek’s grin was slow and toothy. “No burial rites, then.”
Set nodded once.
Sobek rose, water sloshing in reverence around him. His voice echoed through the reeds like a war horn.
“FEED MY CHILDREN! TAKE THIS PATHETIC CREATURE THAT NONE NAME, NOR REMEMBER!”
The mortal didn’t even have time to scream. The water churned red, and the crocodiles feasted.
Sobek reclined once more, satisfied, his tail curling through the lilies. “Come, Set. Sit beside me. Tell me—why this mortal? You don’t usually trouble yourself unless you’re sowing delightful chaos.”
Set sighed and rubbed his snout tiredly, sand still spinning faintly in his wake. “You’re not wrong. But this was different. He wasn’t clever, or disruptive in a way I could admire. He was… petty. A coward with a whip and a sense of ownership over those who trusted him. Even I have standards.”
Sobek’s laughter rumbled deep in his throat, like boulders shifting underwater. “The god who once butchered his brother and scattered his parts to the winds has standards? Truly, the stars must be misaligned.”
Set offered a wry grin, fangs catching the moonlight. “You really believe the version the mortals tell? That one of us could be slaughtered so? Oh no, he lives still. I never denied ambition. Osiris had a throne I desired. But at least he had earned it. This mortal—he played Pharaoh behind closed doors, all swagger, no spine.”
Sobek nodded. The river behind him swelled gently, the reeds parting like worshippers. “So you crushed him.”
“I ensured others helped,” Set murmured with satisfaction. “Sekhmet was... delightfully thorough.”
“She usually is,” Sobek purred, baring a row of glistening teeth.
The two gods sat in silence, watching the moon ripple on the blood-streaked waters, the Nile sighing around them. Somewhere beneath the surface, crocodiles purred like kittens with full bellies.
“Tell me,” Sobek said at last, “shall we find another deserving soul tomorrow?”
Set stretched, thunder rumbling faintly overhead. “Perhaps. But only if they earn it.”
And so the gods conversed long into the night, old powers beneath older stars, while the river remembered everything the world sought to forget.
