"And then I found (Y/N) and him, with the scarab," Layla sits in front of a camera, talking to the other person behind it. "Living 20 minutes from mine and (Y/N)'s old place." She looks at the camera and smiles as the clicker for it goes off. "Now, he's probably going to get them both killed running around Cairo." She and other lady continues to talk as the unknown woman makes a new passport for Layla.

~

(Y/N) had no idea what was going on. One minute she was with Steven eating food and now she was currently following Marc, her supposed fiancé and the guy who was using her best friends body. She changed into more comfortable clothes, now having a green twill shacket over her black crop top that hang just over her waist, black pants and black boots. The girls hair also in two braids with her bracelet back on her wrist.

She glances over her shoulder, she being in front as the pair ran over rooftops. "Come on slowpoke!" She laughs a tanut.

Marc formed a smirk on his face, picking up his speed to catch up with (Y/N). The two of them reach a wall, the girl having no trouble climbing it which surprised her and she helped Marc up as the two of them land on a roof.

The (H/C) haired girl getting into defence mode, seeing two adults and a teen killing a guy with a knife.

"Oh, shit. You killed him?" Marc asked and steps in front of (Y/N) protectively. "We needed to talk to that guy." He points to the now dead man, "About a dig site." The pair jump down from the ledge they were on, the male still keeping the female behind. "Guess we're gonna have to talk to you instead."

"Your to late, You're never gonna find Harrow." The guy with the chain necklace around his neck speaks.

"Really?" Marc asks just as the same guy throws his knife in the air and catches it. "Oh, wow." The same chained necklace male then drags his knife on the floor in front of Marc and starts swinging it around.

"Oh. What, are we dancin'? We fightin'? What are we gonna do?" Marc speaks and pushes (Y/N) out of the way so she doesn't get hurt, the male holding his arms up in a defence stance with his curly locks falling over his forehead, messy. Both men start to attack the dark eyed male which makes (Y/N) freak out from her spot.

Her eyes widen seeing the kid about to stab Marc, she quickly moves in the way and grabs the kids arms, making him yell out as she twists it back and pushes him away into the side. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She cringes, not enjoying hurting the kid at all.

Her back was turned so she didn't see the kid getting up again. Grabbing his knife and throws it at Marc's head. (Y/N)'s senses picked up, making her spin around reach her hand out. The knife suddenly froze just before his head, white wisps coating it and her hand as her fingers were out stretched, stopping the object mid air. "AH HA!" She cheers, smiling goofily seeing herself using her power again. It all being fuelled by seeing the male she deeply cared for about to be hurt. She throws the knife aside, the white energy disappearing also.

Marc was about to thank the woman, but was distracted as the first guy hits him in the face and dodges the attempts to cut him. He then licks his knife but before anything could be done, Marc punches him square in the face a few time. (Y/N) watches with a wincing face as another guy pushes her fiancée onto the ground.

The kid that (Y/N) took care of gets up again, going to hit Marc as he just punched the kid to the ground. Marc then starts fighting the second guy, getting the upper hand and manges to take the knife, cornering him and holding it up to the other male's throat. Obviously going for the kill. (Y/N) took a startled step forward, not wanting him to kill a guy.

"Marc." Steven's shaky voice was heard, his face appearing in the knife reflection. "Don't do it, Marc. Not while (Y/N)'s here."

Marc's eyes widen hearing the last sentence then everything went dark for the two adults.

(Y/N) gasps and opens her eyes, seeing herself in a car with a confused Marc next to her. "Where's Steven?" She hears him mutter.

"Stop, please!" Marc speaks in Arabic to the driver who turns back around to them.

"You're speaking Arabic, eh?" He asks in the same language, "Why are you acting like a foreigner?"

"Where are you taking us?" Marc now asked speaking in english.

"You said airport." The driver replies.

"Airport." Marc repeats, unsure as to how they get here. The duo both look outside the window to see two of the guys they were fighting earlier. "Wait, wait, wait. Stop! Stop! Stop!" Marc helps (Y/N) out of the car as he tries to talk to the guys from before, the two just dodging him. The guy from the car kept pestering (Y/N) about money making her click her tongue and give him a random amount of money. She sighs seeing Marc now running after the male's, so she chases after Marc. The pair run down the streets, going through many people as (Y/N) jumps down from a truck, doing a front roll and stood up. The guys keep pushing people in their way but Marc just rushes past them while the girl didn't see this happen as she was running in front again.

She was close to grabbing a guy but he kicks something under feet, making her stumble over. Luckily for her that Marc stabled her trip and also grabs the guy, pushing him into a wall. (Y/N) says sorry to everyone watching awkwardly, not seeing the person behind her as they hit her in the head, knocking her out.

Marc turned around hearing the thud, his nose flaring seeing his fiancé knocked out. "What the-" He didn't finish as he two got smacked, knocking him out cold.

(Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly to gain her sight back. She glances around, seeing herself in a different area which was on top of a high hill. She also realised that her braids were tucked behind her ears, obviously some unknown person touched it. She stumbles over seeing Marc taking a knife out of a guy, blood all over his face. "Holy shit.." She muttered.

"What?" The male's voice was soft, looking around seeing the dead bodies of the guys. "Steven, what did you do?" He asks, looking into the knife's reflection.

"I swear. That wasn't me." Steven replies frantically.

"Then who was it?" Marc growls out then he spins around remembering (Y/N) was here also. He drops the knife and moves in front of her, scanning her face for any injuries. "Are you alright?" His voice was gentle, way different from before.

She smiles meekly and nods. "I'm alright, don't worry."

He releases a sigh of relief, momenterilly reaching a hand down towards her face and brushed his thumb under her eye, letting the touch linger as she felt a familiar sensation travel through her body. He dropped his hand when they heard the kid groaning from behind them.

Marc had a scowl on his face, "Where's the tomb?" He ask in a low, calm voice.

The boy just continues to try and crawl away.

"Take him to the ledge." Khonshu's voice was back and it made (Y/N) startled again, the girl currently behind Marc.

"He's just a kid." She stresses to the god.

"He'll talk." He reassured and it didn't help whatsoever.

(Y/N) watches with nervous eyes as Marc picks up the kid, dragging towards the ledge and holds him by his red scarf. "Where is Harrow?" Marc asked, repeating the question and shook the kid a little which made the woman take a big step forward.

"Praise Ammit." The kid says and then cuts the red material being hold by Marc. Literally cutting his lifeline.

"NO!" (Y/N) yells, eyes wide and ran forward to try and catch the kid with her power as he fell, but she was to late hearing the body thump. She bits back a sob seeing the kid's body, herself falling into Marc's chest who held her close by the arm's.

"Mmm. I thought he'd talk." Khonshu's nonchalantly says, the god seen kneeling near the ledge with the pair.

(Y/N) scoffs at the god, removing herself from Marc's hold and ran her fingers down her face, trying to recollect herself. No one deserved to die, not even a dedicated follower like that.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Steven?" Marc snaps, looking at the mirror behind him.

"Me? You're the one going on a killing spree and getting my best friend involved!" He argues back, voice getting snapper when he mentioned (Y/N).

"I never wanted her to get involved." Marc croaked out, then a more serious expression took over. "I didn't do any of this."

"Me neither. Listen, if you've got a problem with the body count, I suggest you stop listening to that stupid pigeon." Steven says in a matter-of-fact tone and (Y/N) smiled a little hearing his insult to Khonshu, the girl's mood being lifted up by Steven.

Marc glared at the mirror, "Stay out of my way." The words came out gravelly. He moved away from the reflection, joining (Y/N)'s side who has been listening and staring at the sitting moon god. The god tilted his head at her.

"Well, if we can't find Harrow's digging crew, we're gonna have to stop 'em another way." Marc says and inhales heavily, turning to the quiet god. "So? What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?"

"To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath." Khonshu responds, one his knees bent up to rest one of his arms against it. The other was holding onto his staff.

"Why? What's the worst that could happen?" (Y/N) asked, hands on her hips.

Khonshu stared at her, "Anger them enough and they'll imprison me in stone."

She raises her eyebrows, "That doesn't sound so bad to me."

"See how you fare against Harrow without the protection of my healing armor." Khonshu aims this at mostly Marc, already knowing how powerful the girl was.

"All right. So, what?" Marc inquires, pacing around the space, "Do you have any good ideas?"

The bird is quiet for a few seconds, then says. "I have a bad one." He taps his staff on the ground and then disappears.

"Khonshu?" "Bird man?" Marc and (Y/N) both call out and the male smiles slightly at the nickname she gave the god.

Just then the wind starts to pick up and this made the dark eyed male place a hand on (Y/N)'s lower back. The girl feeling herself heat up again and it wasn't just because of his hand. They both look up to the sky, seeing it now turned into a moon.

"What are you doing?" Marc asked out loud, seeing the moon up there instead of the sun.

"Sending the gods a signal they can't ignore." Khonshu slowly says back as the entire of Egypt became dark.

~

"That was a bit over the top, don't you think?" Marc rambles as him and (Y/N) are jogging down a pair of stairs down into a alleyway.

"Hurry. They're gathering the Avatars now." Khonshu orders from the top of the stairs, him leaning lazily against the side.

"Aren't they scattered all over the world?" Marc asked as the bird god appeared in front of them.

"Yes. But for a meeting of the Ennead, a portal presents itself anywhere." Khonshu replies, gesturing with his hands to emphasis anywhere.

"Okay. So, where's ours?" (Y/N) asked, glancing around as rumbling was heard from the side. The wall slowly starts to open, appearing to be entrance to something.

"The last time I spoke with the gods, they banished me and took her." Khonshu's voice wavered a bit at the end, surprising (Y/N) as she's only seen him have a confident demeanor. "Our case against Harrow must be indisputable."

Marc goes to walk into the entrance with (Y/N), stopping to look behind to see no Khonshu behind them anymore. "Aren't you coming with?" He asked seeing the bird walking away.

"Oh, I'll be there." He replies in a sly voice over his shoulder which makes (Y/N) narrows her eyes down on him, not liking that claim.

"You ready?" Marc asked softly, glancing down at the (H/C) haired girl.

She inhales then exhales sharply, nodding determined and walked in first. Her fiancée smirks roguishly at her from behind, loving the way she was confidant. It surely was hot to him.

As the pair continued to walk through the hallway, they get closer to the light as Steven's happy voice filed their ears. "I can't believe it. Oh, my days. We're inside. We're inside the Great Pyramid of Giza." He was fangirling so hard and this brought a soft smile to (Y/N)'s lips.

The two finally reach the end and (Y/N) felt this sudden burst over power rush over her. She blinks rapidly, choosing to ignore it and follows Marc down the stairs leading into the middle.

Suddenly from another entrance appears a lady. "Khonshu's theatrics are unparalleled." Yatzil says to the pair. "You must be his Avatar." Her eyes moved to (Y/N), the lady's body tensing slightly but relaxed after a second, "And you must be who Eenta risked everything for."

(Y/N) frowned at this, not understanding who Eenta or what her connection was to the goddess.

Marc decides to step forward, moving the attention away from the confused girl. "Hi. And who are you?"

"I'm Yatzil, Avatar of Hathor." She replies.

"Okay." Marc nodded.

"Goddess of music and love?"

"Cool."

"Surely Khonshu mentioned her?" Yatzil questions.

Marc shakes his head, "The gods aren't really his favorite topic."

"Not even when they are old friends?" She says then chuckles if someone told her something, "She says it was not so long ago Khonshu and Eenta enjoyed Hathor's melodies."

"Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain." Marc replies back bluntly making (Y/N) snort quietly.

"Yatzil." A strong voice calls out her name and it seemed that he was the main man around here, as (Y/N) could sense. The trio start walking over towards where the others were and Marc sofly brushes his finger against the (H/C) haired girls ones. She understood what this meant since Steven did this also. She reached over and intertwined their fingers, squeezing their conjoint hands tightly. Marc squeezed back, holding her hand like his life depended on it.

"Has Khonshu told you how this works?" Yatzil asked the pair once they stopped near the stairs.

"Not really. Is there somethin' we should know?" Marc's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightens a bit.

"I try not to fight it. It's a strange sensation. But you'll get used to it." She says to them both and walks up to her statue, leaving the duo alone at the bottom.

Her eyes glow white for a split second, then go away as Hathor now talks for the woman. "In attendance, Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris and Hathor, to hear the account of Khonshu and Eenta."

Just then, (Y/N) feels a weird sensation course through her body as her eyes shot open to glow a powerful white. The same thing happened with Marc and without them knowing, their connected hands had a white aura swirling around them. The glowing stops and it leaves the pair confused as glance at each other.

"You've been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu. It also got your dear Eetna involved." Osiris says glancing down at the two, "And you know we despise your garishness, your showy masks, and weapons. But manipulate the sky again and we will imprison you in stone."

Suddenly Marc jolts forward, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand in the process which he didn't want to but had no control right now. "Spare me your self-righteous threats! Eenta and I were banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you." Marc yells out, however it wasn't him saying it as Khonshu was the one yelling.

The other god next to Osiris starts to talk, "We have no abandoned humanity. They abandoned us. We simply trust our Avatars to carry out our purposes without undue attention to ourselves. Not like some of us."

"Avatars are not enough! We need the might of the gods." Khonshu yelled through Marc's mouth again, "Return from the opulence of the overvoid before you lose this realm."

(Y/N) scowled, so this is what the bird man was on about.. She thought in her head, remembering him saying he was gonna be here.

"For the last time, Khonshu.. The Avatars that remain here are simply meant to observe. We decided long ago we did not wish to meddle in the affairs of man." Osiris says calmly down to them.

"We will decide our best course of action. Speak your purpose." A woman from beside them says.

Marc's body jolts again, "I call for judgment against Arthur Harrow."

"The charges?" A woman from up top near Osiris asked.

"Conspiracy to release Ammit!" Khonshu yells through Marc's mouth.

"That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu." Osiris says as (Y/N) places a gentle hand on Marc's shoulder, seeing him breathing heavily and looking around lost. "Let us summon the accused."

Suddenly a whooshing noise was heard, making the duo turn around to see Arthur walking through the portal from the wall.