Drake Cross, a 25-year old bartender at night and private Eye at day, has always lived his life by the beat of his own drums. Despite having a somewhat strict and at times overbearing mother, he still retains his laid-back personality, never letting things drag him down. He's always taken pride in his rather unique heritage of being an Afro-Egyptian guy born in Egypt, wearing golden hairbands on each of his dreadlocks and having golden Egyptian themed accessories. There were some oddities to his body that he always questioned, like his naturally gold eyes, his inability to feel the effects of hot weather, and strangest of all, his skin that looks like it has bits of gold within his dark skin tone. His mom and his family on her side always either side stepped the question or gave a vague or otherwise stupid answer.
He's on his way back to his house from his office at his detective agency. He steps out of his car and sees his mother waiting outside his house. "Hey, baby", said his mother. His mother was Miranda Cross, a prosecutor at the city courthouse, she was 47-year old dark-skinned Egyptian woman, which was rare for Egyptians since they tend to be more middle Eastern. Miranda always says her bloodline derived from Egypt's very rare African families who were born and raised there. Drake looked confused as his mother would rarely show up unannounced unless something serious happened. "What's wrong?", Drake asked, concerned, " last time it was Aunt Sue's passing". Miranda simply motioned for him to go inside to talk. Drake goes and opens to door, walking in with his mother following behind. "So, what's up?", he asked, plopping down on the couch. His mother slowly sat down, a look of pain and sadness written on her face. A look that told she had to tell him something that she didn't want to tell. "... Drake", she finally said, which gave Drake another red flag, as his mother would only call him by his and not " baby" or "sweetie" if it was truly serious.
"I have to tell you something", she continued, "something I have been keeping from you ever since you were born". "... What is it? ", he hesitantly asked. Miranda took a deep breath, " I haven't been truthful about myself", she said. "I'm not Miranda Cross... Well, I am, but I'm more than that", she said, seeming more and more uncomfortable as she talked. " what do you mean by that? ", Drake asked. Miranda looked up and said, " do you know about the Egyptian God's? " Drake nodded, as he has been interested in Egypt, his homeland all his life. "Do you know of Sekhmet, the lion-headed Goddess of War? ", she asked. Drake looked confused and said, " yeah, but what's that gotta do wit-". "I'm her", she interrupted. Drake looked at her then scoffed, " pffft, yeah sure", he replied. Miranda closed her eyes and stood up. "Yeah, I'd be worried with my detective of a son would've just believed that without proof, so... ", she said before a golden light began enveloping her. The whole house seemed to shake and rumble from her as golden sand swirls around her. Drake jumped back in shock from this sight. Then, what appeared from the sand and light was mind-blowing, a lion-headed woman wearing white and gold clothing, gold accessories, clawed hands and feet, a long gold furred tail, and sharp, piercing golden eyes. " Is this proof enough, sweetie? ", said his mother, Miranda, now the Egyptian Goddess Sekhmet.