Powers of Olde: God of the Rising Sun

"My queen, he has refused visitors," the shabti begged as he followed close behind. Isis didn't even look down at the creature made of clay skin and bones of the deceased. The sheer dress flowed behind her as she walked down the golden hallway towards his chambers. "He would never refuse me." Soon they were upon large, double door engraved with the Eye of Ra. The golden doors glittered in the high sunlight. Isis pushed a lock of the thick, black hair of her wig behind her ear - exposing more of her lovely face. "Open the door, Shabti," Isis ordered. Hesitantly, the shabti slunk to the door and pulled the bronze handle - opening the grand, golden door. Isis entered. The room was immense - high walls covered in hieroglyphic stories towered above the goddess, tapestries made of the finest silks in the most vibrant of colors hung around the room, and seated upon a golden throne at the far end was the man she was searching for. Ra. He was staring out of the window by his side, those beautiful eyes focused on something far away. His falcon noticed her first. It fluffed up its feathers slightly and cawed. "Isis," Ra acknowledged her without even looking at her. Hathor and Bastet looked at her from Ra's side. Both goddesses were beautiful, but none compared to Isis. "My lord," she purred, walking up to him. She knelt by his feet. "I thought you were requesting no visitors," she said, looking at the other two with venom in her eyes. "It appears that they listen as well as you do," he sighed. Kmt and Hedj padded their way from the shadows - the large cats purred like kittens as they sat near Bastet. "Please, my lord, tells us what is bothering you. Perhaps then we will be satisfied and leave." Ra huffed and turned those eyes on her. Isis's breath caught. Those eyes, which had seduced many woman both goddess and mortal, resembled the rising sun - gold mixed with blue and pink. "The day I believe you three will be content with a single answer is the day I cease to help the sun across the sky." "Please, Ra," Hathor begged, "what's on your mind?" Ra was quiet for a moment, knowing that he couldn't tell them what was really bothering him. "The slaves," he finally said. Isis sighed, Hathor placed a loving hand on his shoulder, and Bastet rolled her yellow eyes. "They are only slaves, why do you let them trouble you like this?" Bastet growled, standing. Her sheer, golden shift flowed around her slender body. "They are still people--" "They are mortals," she interjected. "They are beneath us. What does it effect us if some of them die for a cause." Ra looked at her with disapproving eyes. "What?" she huffed. "Ra, Bestet has a point," Hathor said, gently. "The temples must be built for our power to remain in the mortal world...and it is mortals that must build them." "So we have no better way than to enslave an entire race of people and force them to erect them?" "We can not control how the mortals perceive our words," Isis said. Ra knew this, but also knew that this wasn't an excuse - he just wasn't sure what to do about it yet. "Thank you. May I please be left alone now?" The three goddesses looked at each other, but slowly agreed to leave. Bastet walked over and kissed his lips gently before walking from the room - Kmt and Hedj at her flanks. Hathor kissed his forehead then lips before following after her. Isis did not move. "Isis--" "I don't think you should be alone with your thoughts, my lord." "And what is your proposal?" She grinned. Isis ran her hands up his knees and continued up his thighs until she reached the edge of his white kilt. Her body slide up then, until she was seated straddling his hips. "To make you forget your thoughts." She kissed him deeply. Ra accepted the kiss, but grabbed her hands when she tried to proceed further. "I'm not in the mood, Isis." Isis huffed, annoyed. "Could I change your mind?" "No." Begrudgingly, Isis got up and left without another word. Ra sat there for a minute more, then stood and leaned against the window, "Why do I feel this way, Amon?" Ra asked. The falcon cooed in response. "I feel....lonely. Is that the word the mortals use?" he looked back at the bird preening his feathers. "I have everything I could want: power, admiration, pleasure at my very beck and call, but...something's missing." Amon cawed. "Of coarse!" Ra turned, spooking the bird into flight. "Thoth. He'll know the answer." "Thoth!" Ra exclaimed as he entered the Library. Thoth, a man with large eyes and a feminine physic, cried out in surprise. He briefly fumbled with a large book before it clattered to the floor. "Ra?" Thoth picked up the book, holding it close to his chest. Ra walked up to the smaller man and ruffled his short, white hair. Thoth looked less than happy this had happened. "How can I help you, my lord?" "I need you to look into the Book of Future for me?" Thoth dropped the book again. "I-I'm sorry, my lord, I don't think I heard you correctly." "The Book of Future, Thoth. I need an answer." "Right." Thoth picked the large book back up and placed it on a podium. "You know the Book of Future is prohibited, even to the Gods." "Dear friend, how can we call ourselves gods if we cannot know the future?" Thoth gave him a dumbfounded look. "You pull the sun into the sky every morning, my lord...I think that is what can qualify you as a god." Ra groaned. "Then you look for me. Please. As a favor for a friend." Thoth sighed heavily. "What is it you even want to know?" Ra beamed with happiness - the room instantly brightening. "I wish to know about my future." Confusion clouded Thoth's violet eyes. "Perhaps you should be more specific..." "If I tell you, you must promise not to tell anyone." Thoth c****d his head to the side. "Of coarse." "I want to know my personal future....love," he continued, uncomfortably. Thoth still looked confused. "Many love you, my lord. The mortals praise and adore you." "Not that kind of love." "Isis, Bestet, Hathor, they all love you." "They love what I am. The power under the surface. They love a god." "You...you are a god." Ra was quiet for a moment, wondering if he should tell Thoth what he really thought. Even though the younger god was his friend, he knew how it sounded even to himself. "I want to know love as a man, Thoth, not as a god. I see what mortals have...and I wish to feel it as well." Thoth looked at him, almost...understandingly. "I will look. But, my lord, I would not get my hopes up. Gods are not meant to be loved like men." Ra nodded, then left the library as Thoth went to retrieve the Book of Future. Even as the God of the Sun, Ra could not lay eyes upon the future. Only a god that holds a Key of Knowledge could - and their world there were only three. Thoth walked to the back of the library, books towered above him on rows upon rows. Books that contained everything about the world and some things beyond it. At the back of the library was a door. It was dark and wooden and older than any god or goddess. Thoth pulled on the chain at his throat, revealing a star key. He placed the golden, eight-point key in the lock and turned it three times to the left and once to the right. The door slid open. Grabbing the torch from beside the door, Thoth made his way into the cold room. it was so dark that the flame barely made a difference. Finally, he reached where the four books rested. These were the books that kept all time contained within them: Life, Death, Past, and Future. Thoth stepped up to the silver Book of Future and placed the key into the lock on the front. Thoth hesitated. "Gods are not meant to loved like men," he whispered to himself. "Show me, how is Ra to be loved?" With that, Thoth turned the key and the cover of the book sprang open. Bright light enveloped his eyes and mind. What he saw caused tears to flow from his eyes. "Gods are not meant to be loved like men," Thoth choked, "because men love blood."