"Not—quite." Anubis replied, hesitating over his choice of words. "Our Underworld works differently. People don't just pass through like here, we have a systems that judges if they're worthy of reincarnation. The underworld for us is called the Duat, and the system is called the Weighing of Hearts." Those that were not worthy of reincarnation were consumed by Ammut, which was what currently made functionings of the Duat pause. With half the system missing they couldn't hold the Weighing of Heart. Not that Anubis cared that much about it, he was more worried for Ammut. He didn't want his friend being found by the mortals and who knows what done to her.
Anubis turned to face the Prince and motioned toward himself. "I am the God of Death for my pantheon. Osiris is the Lord of the Duat and Judge of the Dead. My mother is the Goddess of Mourning."
He had a lot more titles than that but that was the one most people cared about. It was truly all that he cared about to tell others. After all, most people didn’t want to talk about the process of Mummification even if it was one of Anubis’ favorite things to explain. That was probably weird to other people, he could understand that. According to Thoth most people would rather discuss the weather or their favorite food, not the consistency of a brain when it’s yanked out through someone’s nose.
He shifts awkwardly, uncomfortably, and tugs on his bracelets again. “I—one of my abilities is called the ‘Army of Anubis’? It—it allows me to summon the dead, skeleton soldiers and mummies that can fight for me. In the Underworld such a thing is rather common, not the mummies obviously but skeleton soldiers are. It won’t be weird if they fight, Hades would be none the wiser.”
Averting his gaze from the other he pressed his lips together tightly and consider his words closely. “Healing is not one of my specialties, I’m the God of the Dead after all. But I once revived Osiris and—“ he bit the inside of his cheek and spoke the next words quickly, “recreated him a penis after my mother ripped it off.” That was a thing, it was in the legends, etched onto walls in hieroglyphics, he wished he could remove those memories. “But I can try to heal you at least once while you fight your way through. It might give you the edge you need.”
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Date: 2021-02-20 09:32 pm (UTC)Anubis turned to face the Prince and motioned toward himself. "I am the God of Death for my pantheon. Osiris is the Lord of the Duat and Judge of the Dead. My mother is the Goddess of Mourning."
He had a lot more titles than that but that was the one most people cared about. It was truly all that he cared about to tell others. After all, most people didn’t want to talk about the process of Mummification even if it was one of Anubis’ favorite things to explain. That was probably weird to other people, he could understand that. According to Thoth most people would rather discuss the weather or their favorite food, not the consistency of a brain when it’s yanked out through someone’s nose.
He shifts awkwardly, uncomfortably, and tugs on his bracelets again. “I—one of my abilities is called the ‘Army of Anubis’? It—it allows me to summon the dead, skeleton soldiers and mummies that can fight for me. In the Underworld such a thing is rather common, not the mummies obviously but skeleton soldiers are. It won’t be weird if they fight, Hades would be none the wiser.”
Averting his gaze from the other he pressed his lips together tightly and consider his words closely. “Healing is not one of my specialties, I’m the God of the Dead after all. But I once revived Osiris and—“ he bit the inside of his cheek and spoke the next words quickly, “recreated him a penis after my mother ripped it off.” That was a thing, it was in the legends, etched onto walls in hieroglyphics, he wished he could remove those memories. “But I can try to heal you at least once while you fight your way through. It might give you the edge you need.”