"S-Sister Reginleif," Göll whimpers, feeling her sister's presence slowly vanish upon the creation of Zeus' copy. "She's a-all used u-up. She's gone," the youngest of the Valkyrie takes a step back from the railings.
"A necessary evil," Brunhilde says, her tone growing grim. "Without this, having a chance against Set is impossible."
"It's not even a high chance," Freya looks at the fight beneath them. "But it's the best we have against Set. Any other combatant will lose with their respective skillset. Pandora can probably defeat Set with ease, but she wants to fight Zeus, and him only."
"I-It's l-like we're just throwing o-our lives away," Göll drops to the floor, gripping the railings and watching through the gaps. "Winning s-seems i-impossible-"
"It's very much possible," a voice chuckled from behind them.
"Nice of you to join us, Satan," Freya smiles sadly, her eyes never leaving the fight. "What brings you here? Aren't you busy?"
"Did Dante find you?" Brunhilde asked with a small smirk.
"Well," the man in black suit fixes his tie before leaning on the railings. "To answer Freya. I have been busy since I'm overseeing two of humanity's fighters. I'm just here to tell you how they are doing."
"Not really a good time for that," Freya admits, glancing at the Devil who nodded.
"Yes, but I'd rather do it now, now that I have some free time. I'll be busier in the following time," Satan chuckles, flicking away an orb of Chaos that flew in their way.
The Devil looks at Göll on the floor, and she stares into his goat-like eyes.
"I see your pain," Satan begins. "I've seen it far too many times, but it's either you push forward or you get trampled and broken," he pauses, crouching and sitting on the floor with Göll. "See Vincent there with your sister?"
"Y-yeah," Göll stutters, burying her face into her sleeves.
"That man? He was broken when Freya sought him out. He was a husk," Satan chuckles, surveying the fight.
He watches as Vincent tries his best to dodge incoming attacks, a smile plastered on his face as his and Reginleif's creation shook Set's gigantic form.
"I'm not going to delve into the specifics of it, but he never lost hope, as absurd as it sounds," the Devil places his hand on Göll's head. "He clung to that hope and when he saw what he hoped for, there was nothing putting him down."
"Except this," Göll gestured towards the fight.
"Nah, this fight won't break him," Satan laughs. "This won't break you and the Valkyries as well. No sacrifices of your sisters will go in vain, okay? We will make the most out of it. If they don't win, the time they offer allows us to train humanity's fighters. That way, future fights will be more bearable. Trust me, most deities don't even try and train."
"It still hurts," Göll whispers.
"It does, every time," Satan nods, caressing the youngest Valkyrie's head to try and comfort her.
Then, Satan looks at Brunhilde who glanced at him from the side.
"And to answer you, Brunhilde. Dante found me, and he got pulled into a fight in the pits of Hell."
Hearing this, Brunhilde lets out a laugh before looking at Satan.
"Lapu-Lapu?"
"Lapu-Lapu."
...
"Hehe~!" The copy of Zeus giggles, sending his fist forward as it surpasses time itself.
The strike caused Set's entire form to ripple as Chaos faced their greatest adversary to date.
"DIE!"
Set roars, his flail striking the copy from the right, but with a fist faster than time, the flail was countered.
The copy's fist made contact with the weapon and sent it to the nearby walls, erasing the walls from existence before it got filled in.
Set swings his unoccupied fists towards Vincent but the copy prevents him from doing so.
Fists met fists, causing Set's form to splinter into shards of Chaos before reforming at a slow but constant pace.
"ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT!"
Set snarls, a wave of Chaos surging forward, accompanied by a raging sandstorm of great size.
"Oh dear," Vincent chuckles, covering his eyes to prevent sand from getting into them.
The copy rears his fist back before giggling as he unleashes a punch of higher caliber.
The force of the punch disperses the Chaos and sand.
Not even a second later, the copy was flying toward Set's face.
Set flinches at the speed but he tries his best to react.
The head made out of Chaos expands, growing tendrils and latches onto the copy, gripping his limbs.
The copy's body began contorting, twisting, and distorting, but he merely giggled.
"Hehe~!" The copy flexes his muscles and shatters the Chaos construct.
With a fist reared back, a punch was sent towards the head of Chaos.
The blow shook space, spreading cracks around the reality surrounding them as the enormous form of Set dispersed, blown by the force of the strike.
The copy drops to the arena with a loud thud, landing in a kneeling position before rising. The copy laughs as he places his fists onto his hips.
"Magnificent!" Vincent laughs behind the copy who gave him a thumbs up. "Although, imperfect was the best we could muster, your performance is nothing short of amazing!"
Hearing this, the copy giggled before bursting out laughing.
A figure drops not too far away in front of them, or crashes, rather.
Set, his body perfectly fixed, stands with his amber orbs glaring daggers at Vincent who regarded him with a frown.
Brandishing his new guitar, Set cracked his neck as he walked towards Vincent.
"Do you really think that Zeus can beat me?" Set asks, his tone offended at the thought. "That son of a bitch doesn't hold a dying candle against me! I will have your fucking head and you will never be able to stop that!" Set cackles, rolling his shoulders. "But I guess humans become desperate when fighting for their lives. You didn't do your research well enough."
"I believe we've done our best, given what little amount of time we were given," Vincent chuckles.
"Not enough to save your lives!" Set roars, charging forward with a wave of Chaos behind him.
The Egyptian god swings forward, ahead of time.
Just in time to block the copy's fist which rips through time once more.
Set's guitar broke into splinters, causing a displeasing sound to be emitted from the broken strings.
Fists bombards Set's body, causing him to fly back, using sand to catch himself. Despite this, a sandstorm infused with Chaos started brewing.
"Ugh," Set groans. "Can't even control my sand properly anymore," he growls as he manifests Chaos around him. "I guess we're sticking to Chaos!"
Said element barrels forward as Set runs with it, engulfing himself as reality ripples away whenever they move.
The copy of Zeus met Set's empowered attacks with equal vigor, breaking time and space as reality cracks and materializes in quick bursts and successions.
"Useless! Fucking! Copy!" Set roars, ducking under a punch. "Dodge this you filthy bitch!"
From below them, Chaos sprouts and bursts out, forming an enormous spike. The copy leans back and shields Vincent from the attack, letting the spike graze his pectorals, thus eating them away.
"Hehe~!" The copy grunts, teeth grating at each other as the Chaos tries to invade his body through the wounds.
"Why?" Vincent asks.
"Huh?" Set's eyebrows rise at the question.
The copy rears his fists back, his eyes glowing blue as his arms sail forward.
"Why are you going against humanity?!"
With Vincent's roar, Set's pupils dilate for a moment as the fists of the copy break through time, striking his chest and caving them in.
Blood ruptures from Set's body as he sails backwards.
A fist hits his back, not even waiting for him to recover as Vincent and the copy appeared behind him.
Set felt his spine snap, his bones shattering with ease, and the Chaos mending his body in a split of a second.
The Egyptian god manipulated Chaos to carry him, fixing his stance.
The bastardized Zeus stands before him, eyes as chilling as ever.
"I've heard things about you," Vincent growls behind the copy.
Punches break through time once more, but Chaos engulfed each strike.
"You are a malevolent god, or that's what they say," the dutchman clicks his tongue, watching the god.
The copy of Zeus looks at his fists, seeing flesh showing as they slowly regenerate.
"I see none of it here," Vincent goes on, sending the copy forward with a harsh, defiant roar. "So, why?! What's your reason?!"
Set's head hung low as the sandstorm finally finished manifesting, hiding them from the crowds, both deities and humanity.
"Why, you ask?" Set chuckles. "WHY?!" A snarl follows.
Chaos expanded and surrounded Vincent and his artwork.
"Because I'm the agent of Chaos! Never to remain the same! EVER CHANGING!"
For a moment, Set's voice broke. It was brief, and impaired by the growing Chaos around Vincent, but the painter heard it.
"AND HERE, I WILL BRING CHAOS! I WILL BE THE ONE TO TEST HUMANITY ONCE MORE!"
Encasing Vincent and his art, the Chaos run amok.
"Huh, he does care," Vincent chuckles, ducking as the copy spun with his arms.
...
"Set is a god that cares for humanity," Freya says, sipping her tea. "But he shows it in the most chaotic way possible."
"Quite peculiar of him," Vincent hums, clasping his hands and leaning back on his chair. "How can he care about humanity, Ms. Freya? If you don't mind me being nosy, of course."
"He learned from a human," Freya said simply, looking at Vincent's eyes. "Most of his skills all came from humanity — one human."
"Oh? Mayhaps we can exploit this? If such a human exists, we may use them-"
"No."
"Why?" Vincent raises an eyebrow. "As cruel as it may be, we are conversing pertaining to the survival of humanity. We cannot pull our punches lest we risk defeat."
"Even if we were able to acquire her with Set possibly guarding her, we will not be able to," Freya sighs, glancing at Reginleif who smiles at her from the side. "To put it simply, she does not exist anymore."
"I beg your pardon?"
"She no longer exists within any realms. She is nothing now. Masika is gone forever."
...
"Liars!" Set bellows, grabbing one of the mage's throat and preparing to slam them to the sandstone wall.
Spectators of their civilization gasp in shock. They expected Set to react this way, but not this violent. Their disappointed, fearful, yet angered gaze threatens to bore holes through Set, but the god does not care for a moment.
A hand shot from the side, gripping his arm and preventing further actions.
Bloodshot eyes glared at narrowed ones.
"This is not the way to follow, brother," Osiris spoke with a low tone, his voice solemn. "I understand your loss, but this is not the way to continue-"
"Then what is, brother?" Set cuts him off, his grip tightening around the human's throat. "You don't understand my loss, Osiris. You will never understand it!"
"You cannot think straight and properly as of now. We will continue this later," Osiris sighs, his hand tightening around Set's arm.
The angered brother grunts in pain but he never lets go of the mage.
"Let go," Osiris warns.
"Make me, favorite," Set growls, his choice of words surprising his brother for a moment.
"That's it, you cannot think straight, you just proved me right, brother," the eldest huffs, letting go of Set's arm.
Set drops to the floor the next moment, his body going limp after Osiris' struck his chest with a finger.
"Time will help you heal," Osiris says, his eyes losing color at the sight of his brother. "Maybe you will be better tomorrow-"
Set's arm whips out and slams onto Osiris' neck.
No words came from Set. No, he did not speak.
He roared.
He snarled.
He growled.
He wailed.
The guttural sound of his vocal chords breaking with the sheer force of its vibration sends the crowd gasping in shock.
He slams Osiris to the dirt path, his amber eyes leaking, reddening as his breaths become short and swift.
His fists ball, raising and sailing towards his brother who is still recovering from the sudden violence.
The fist did not connect.
"Monster!" A child shouts.
"This is your fault, damn it!"
"You're a god! You could've sensed the disaster!"
"You're useless!"
"You killed all of them!"
"Incompetent!"
Rocks pelted Set's body as the crowd bellowed at him. Discarded fruits and rotting food flew towards him and they all connected, snapping him out of his anger; albeit only for a moment.
He sees the crowd, and he could not help but gasp for air. With his quickened breaths, he inches away from Osiris as he finally acknowledges the crowd.
The gazes, he hates them. The words they are shouting, he despises them. Their actions, he loathes them.
He does not want to see any of it.
"Brother, I know you are angered — you are seething, but please, this is not how things should be," Osiris grunts, sitting up.
The king saw it.
He saw how feeble Set looked, cradling himself, holding his head as he rocked himself back and forth. He can hear Set whispering.
Sobbing.
"Set," Osiris inches towards his brother who flinches. "You need to rest-"
"You're not helping my case," Set whispers, amber orbs peaking from the gaps of his fingers. "They don't understand. You don't understand. None of you understand."
"Fake!"
"Fraudulent god!"
"Y-you killed my husband!"
"Meanie!"
"With godhood, and yet you can't accomplish anything!"
"They died innocent! They didn't stand a chance! But you?! You're a god!"
People shouted, and Set would wince at every projectile thrown at him.
They do not understand, and they plan to never do.
"Silence!" Osiris roars at the crowd, eliciting various reactions. "You will not berate my brother for giving his best to get even one of our people back!" The king stands up, slamming the blunt of his flail onto the ground. "It was a surge of Chaos! None could've survived that! Barely any remains held on! Yet, you expect more from a broken survivor! He could've died there and then, but he managed-"
"YOU'RE NOT HELPING, OSIRIS!"
The king came to a halt, looking back and seeing Set standing up.
Osiris sees his brother starting to walk away, the crowd parting as they shout and throw things at him.
Set stops.
He looks to his left and sees the baker, Ahmed — Masika's father.
Words died in his throat, but his legs took him to the man.
The gods present sees the pity and grief within the baker.
Two knees struck the ground and the crowd fell silent.
Osiris' mouth ran thin, his eyes narrowing at his brother's situation, rubbing his neck where Set had struck him.
"I'm sorry," Set barely whispered, struggling to look at Ahmed's eyes.
At that, Ahmed did not answer, merely regarding Set with a troubled look.
A hand was pressed on top of the kneeling god, caressing his hair, ruffling it.
"You did your best," Ahmed spoke with a resigned tone before retracting his arm. "If you didn't, I would've been acting like all of the people here. So, thank you, for trying, at least."
With that, Ahmed walks away and towards his bakery, leaving a downtrodden god kneeling on the sandy street.
The shouts and throwing continues as Set leaves the area.
...
"Set, he is probably the most humane in all the deities," Freya says, placing down her cup on the paint-coated table. "Burdened with godhood without any capabilities in his earlier days, he was often shunned by the majority. He understands what it feels to be insignificant."
"But looking at him today, he looks quite competent," Vincent hums, sipping his tea. "I know that I'll certainly die if I dare fight him, and yet here I am, doing just that."
"Don't say that, Vincent!" Reginleif pouts, tapping her feet on the ground. "We're winning this!"
"Oh, I do hope so, Miss Reginleif," Vincent chuckles.
Then, the man sighs, gesturing at Freya using his cup.
"Do continue, what happened to him? What happened to Mister Set?"
The question made Freya freeze for a moment, looking at Vincent for confirmation before smiling as the human nods in understanding.
"After that, he started hearing voices."
Vincent's cup struck the ground.
"Oh? Do continue."
...
'Useless!'
'False god!"
'Fraud!'
'Osiris could've saved everyone!'
"Stop!" Set roars, slamming his head onto the wall, drawing blood and yet the wall stays firmly standing without any damage. "I don't need to hear any of this!"
'Scum!'
'Didn't you see the faces of all the children that lost their families?!'
'It was your fault!'
'You were chosen to guide them to safety!'
'They're all dead because of you!'
'Osiris! Osiris could've done much better! The caravan could've survived!'
"Well, it's always that god now, isn't it?!" Set asks the room, his voice echoing around his chamber, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. "Osiris this, Osiris that! It's always about him! Oh, how I wish I was as good as a fraction of that perfect god!"
The younger brother snarls, punching the walls that do not budge, repeatedly.
'You cannot!'
'You are destined to fail!'
'As long as he is here, you will never be relevant!'
'Even your sister will pick Osiris over you!'
"Well, that's just fun, isn't it?!" Set laughs, his vocal chords strained at his consistent loud volume, his laughter akin to maddening jackal. "Pick the perfect one! Why the fuck not, eh?! Continue helping the already perfect!Abandon the one struggling! What good will it do to invest some effort on good useless Set, eh?! RIGHT?!"
'You're a waste of time!'
'A fraud should die alone!'
'All of that effort, for what? Nothing!'
'You are still nothing at the end!'
'Masika's time is wasted on you-'
"DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS, DAMN YOU!" Set cackles, his amber eyes glowing eerily within the shade of his chamber. "KEEP HER NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS!"
The day goes on, and the guards would steer clear of Set's chamber.
The crazed laughter was enough to keep them away.
...
'Kill her!'
'Look at her eyes, she's disgusted by you!'
'She hates you!'
"Shut up!" Set shouts, shutting up Isis who was explaining to him the situation of the civilization.
Hearing this, Isis looks down, her expression shifting to a solemn one.
Seeing this, Set flinches, his hand shooting up to try and place it on her shoulder.
"Don't bother, Set," Isis sighs, a sad smile painted on her face as she swats his hand away. "So, it already started, huh?"
"W-what? What do you mean?" Set stammers. "What started?! What do you mean, Isis?!"
"Please, Set," Isis whispers to him, her tone pleading. "Don't do it."
At this, Set growls in anger, gritting his teeth in frustration.
"Do not be fucking cryptid and secretive now, Isis!" Set snarls, grabbing Isis by her shoulders and glaring at her light green eyes. "So, tell me what started?!"
"Normally, you wouldn't dare get physical," Isis whispers. "I see that it is true. It will happen."
"Can you please fucking make sense?!" Set growls, gripping Isis' shoulder which started drawing blood. "Because I swear, you are getting on every last of my damn nerves!"
'Yes! Do it! Slaughter her!'
'She does not care!'
'She will not tell you'
'Always so secretive! Always not telling you anything!'
'She does not trust you!'
'No one does! You cannot be trusted!'
"In a week," she whimpers, her eyes staring blankly at air.
With that, Set snarls, letting go of Isis and letting her collapse on the floor with a thud.
"I'm done with your lies, Isis," Set spits on the floor before turning his back. "You see things in the future and yet you do not trust your own damn brother with it. I see how it is."
'Osiris though...' The voices inside his head whisper, wrapping their influence within the depths of his mind.
"But if it were Osiris, you would tell him without a doubt," Set scoffs before walking away, punching a pillar and letting it turn into rubble. "Always Osiris, the fucking favorite!"
With that, Set was gone, and Isis was found later, eyes red from crying as she cradled herself, repeating words that confused everyone, Osiris included.
"Our family... It's shattering..."
...
'Coward!'
'Face your problems!'
'You are the problem!'
'End your problems!'
'Lay them to rest!'
Set grunts, stomping on the desert sand with his bare foot. His jaw clenches as the myriad of voices bombard his mind with their chaotic suggestions.
It makes him wonder if he will never have silence again.
'Bastard!'
'Why?! Why didn't you save us?!'
'Our family, they were counting on us!'
'My little son was waiting!'
"Masika counted on you, Set."
The Egyptian god stops in his tracks, eyes widening as the voice of Ahmed lingers and echoes within the raging sandstorm surrounding him.
"Mister Ahmed?!" Set calls out in panic, his breathing shifting to swift and short as his amber eyes survey his environment, shaking. "It's dangerous out here! Why are you here?!"
"I am reminiscing," the voice answers, prompting Set to look around once more. "I want to see her again, Set, but even I know it is not possible."
"I... I'm sorry, okay?!" Set shouts, looking around, hoping to see the father, his eyes welling up once more with tears. "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough! I'm sorry that I didn't feel the Chaos forming! I'm sorry!"
Then, amidst his shouts, he sees a figure standing within the sandstorm.
"Mister Ahmed?! Is that you?!" Set asks, and yet the figure did not answer.
Facing no reaction, Set rushes towards the figure, shielding his eyes from the raging desert. The winds are harsher than normal, but Set could care less. At this moment, he must reach Ahmed.
"Mister Ahmed?! Can you hear me?!" Set tries to chuckle, a failed attempt to put up a strong front. "Let's get you back to civilization before we get lost... here...?"
His voice trails off, the figure he is seeing being a build up of sand that slowly crumbles away as the wind carries each grain. He looks at the space in front of him.
Soon, he falls to his knees, knuckles burying into the sand as he glares at the ground, letting his tears seep into the sand.
"I'm sorry," he whispers to the wind. "I'm sorry, I was useless."
"You were," a different voice whispers to Set's ears.
"And yet none of them tried helping you get stronger," another came from the sandstorm.
"Osiris, Isis, the people — none of them tried their best to aid you," one chuckles darkly.
"I w-was begging for help," Set stutters, choking as he lets it out. "I was begging everyone for help. I d-didn't wish to be like this!" He slams a fist onto the sand.
"No one wishes to be useless," a voice came from in front. "But you were giving your best to become something."
"And yet they shun you," a voice goes. "Who do they favor? Osiris and Isis!"
"Two deities that already have purposes. Two beings that already can create miracles!"
"And yet they choose to help them over you."
"W-why?" Set looks forward, seeing nothing but sand. "D-did I do something wrong?!"
"You didn't do anything wrong!"
"You tried everything to help yourself grow!"
"But do you know why they refused to help you?" A voice hums warmly. "They saw you as a liability."
"They saw that it will take them too much effort and investment."
"Why help you be better when they can help Osiris and Isis who are already complete and competent?"
"A logical choice for many!"
"Then how can I be better without help?!" Set screams, looking forward only to see the sandstorm dissipate.
"You can't."
In front of him, Chaos surges towards him, barreling relentlessly as they erase every bit of sand.
Amber eyes dilate, shrinking as the fear seeps into his body. His body shakes in terror, the beat of his heart banging against his eardrums.
"Run!"
"N-no, no! Don't leave me!"
"S-Set! H-help! Please! Save me!"
Set's breath, ragged and swift. His body trembles as his hands try gripping the sand below him, pushing his body away from the surging Chaos.
"Run for your lives!"
"Please! Don't leave me, Set! Help me!"
His body shakes, it rattles as his bones creak amidst the stress, but this time, it was not out of fear.
"Damn you..."
Set growls, a guttural sound forcing its way out of his throat.
"Curse you..."
The god crouches, an animalistic stance, head pointing at the Chaos in front of him as his hands dug onto the sand.
"DAMN YOU!"
Set launches forward, sending sand flying as he drives himself straight into the Chaos with reckless abandon.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"
The sound of his inhumane roars filled the raging desert.
Moments later, the same god would reappear, parts of his body missing. His skull, visible to the world, and yet his amber eyes flare to life, casting an eerie glow.
Chaos trickles down his mouth, seeping into his body.
...
"Then, what happened?" Vincent leans forward, chin resting on his intertwined fingers.
"The voices won," Freya says with a low tone. "From what I know about Set, the voices got out of hand, and he eventually treated them as his only allies."
"Like they are the only one there," Vincent hums, staring at Freya's eyes, his own narrowed. "What happened? What did he do when the voices took over?"
"He killed his brother," Reginleif was the one that answered.
Vincent's frown could not get any worse at that thought.
...
Set sits on top of a coffin he has created, situated beside the Nile River.
The desert seems calm for now, a rare sight to behold.
"Remember, you're strong!"
"You don't need any of them!"
"You're better!"
"The best!"
The voices, they shout their pleasantries — music to Set's ears as he regards his surroundings with utmost seriousness.
Footsteps against the grainy ground reach Set's ears, veins appearing on his temples as he grits his teeth. His nostrils flared as he started growling, eyeing the walking figure in front of him.
"Set," Osiris regards his brother with a nod, Isis standing behind him.
"Brother," Set spits Osiris' name, gripping the flail resting beside the coffin, remaining seated. "I thought you were smarter. I thought wrongly."
"Let us help you, Set. This path you are taking, it is dangerous. You are making these decisions without any thought put into them," Osiris narrows his eyes, stopping a few meters away. "Threatening the safety of our people if I don't come here? Really, Set?"
"Your people, brother," Set chuckles, spitting on the ground. "They were never my people. They never cared to help me."
"They never did!"
"They always choose these two over you!"
"Where do they leave you?"
"Dust! They leave you in the dust!"
"They never did," Set twitches, two hands gripping his ears. "They always choose you two over me! I'm never in the picture! It's always you and you and you!"
Set, rambling and laughing, fell on the ground, his hands threatening to pull his ears off.
"KILL HIM!"
"KILL HER!"
"THEY DESERVE TO DIE!"
"IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO THRIVE!"
"SHUT UP! I KNOW!" Set growls, thrashing on the ground until he finally stands up, supporting himself using the coffin. "I know what must be done."
At this, Isis holds Osiris' arm, trying to pull away her husband and brother.
"P-please, we need to go-"
"No," Osiris cuts off Isis. "Set is our brother, Isis, no matter how flawed he is."
"Flawed?" Set snarls. "FLAWED?!" He points at Osiris.
"HOW DARE HE?!"
"HOW CAN HE SAY THAT?!"
"I'M SORRY, THAT I'M NOT AS PERFECT AS YOU, BROTHER!" Set laughs madly, gripping the sandstone coffin and flail with ease. "I'M SORRY THAT I HAVE NO ONE TO HELP ME, DAMN IT! I'M NOT LIKE YOU WITH THOUSANDS READY TO DO YOUR BIDDING! I'M SORRY THAT I'M NOT FUCKING SUPPORTED BY ANYONE!"
"Masika?"
Isis readies a shield of magic after Osiris lets go of the name.
Set has picked up the coffin and slammed it to Osiris' body, sending Isis and her husband flying for a few meters.
"WAS IT FUNNY, HUH?!" Set laughs maniacally, his amber orbs shedding tears as he drags the coffin across the desert. "WAS IT FUNNY?! WAS IT FUCKING COMEDIC THAT A NORMAL FUCKING HUMAN CARED ABOUT ME MORE THAN MY FUCKING FAMILY?!"
Set jumps, bringing the coffin and flail down, an attempt to crush Osiris and Isis together.
Isis, using magic, has moved them out of the way as Set crashes down.
Sand flies with renewed anger as Set's animalistic roar reverberates across the raging desert.
"QUIET NOW, ARE WE?!" Set cackles, kicking the coffin towards Osiris who caught it, sliding back due to the force. "NO FUCKING EXCUSE TO SAY?! YOU FUCKING LEFT ME TO SUFFER! ALONE! NOT EVEN A GLIMPSE OF YOU WHEN I'M AT MY FUCKING LOWEST! AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT I'M NOT THINKING RIGHT?!"
Set has launched himself towards Osiris as Isis distanced herself in order to send streaks of magic towards Set.
The raging god grabbed the coffin off Osiris, staring at the startled one before bringing it down.
"DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"
...
"DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"
Set shouts, a toothy grin plastered on his face.
A flail made out of Chaos materializes in his hands as he swings forward.
"Hehe~!" The copy of Zeus merely slaps and parries the weapon away before delivering a blow on Set which heals instantly.
Seeing this, Vincent's face is laced with a smile of his own.
...
From outside of the raging sandstorm and Chaos, the audience watches with anticipation.
The Chaos forms different notes as they swirl and be swept away by the raging sands, creating a symphony, an orchestra.
"Well, folks! There is too much Chaos present around them! We will just have to wait for what will happen when it is brought down!" Heimdall shouts through Gjallarhorn. "But if you can feel the quakes, there is no doubt that the battle is still going! So, hang tight!"
The battle goes on.
A battle where no one knows what is happening.
{•===To Be Continued===•}
Yo! Hello! Chapter XI, finally complete! The battle should be done in the next chapter, hopefully!
Still, Set and Vincent, my favorite pair.
What are your thoughts? I'd love to hear them, folks!