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Astarte:
With the Dagger of Set secured, attached to a sheath on her thigh. The ruby jewel, glimmering in the sunlight. Thanks to her mother's blood, connected to the underworld, she easily summoned a portal, directly to the tomb of her father. Astarte along with many of her father's followers, walked through the portal and into the sacred tomb Anubis had built. They quickly slayed the jackal warriors, and Astartes hands laid on her father's tomb. Slowly opening the open, her eyes laid upon her fathers pale, tattoed body. It brought such sadness to her eyes to see the Powerful god, so weak. Pulling the dagger of Set from her thigh, in her hands, she raised it above her fathers chest.

"Death is the doorway to new life.
We live today. We shall live again.
In many forms shall we return. Come back to me Father..."

She whispered softly, in an ancient tongue, before she drove the dagger through Set's chest, watching the ruby stone glow, and the soul of her father, reuniting with him. His tattoos started to become alive, shifting and moving all throughout his body, until finally his eyes opened.

"Daddy..."

Set:

::Soon as The Old God Felt his soul being reunited with his Body,and after his eyes opened to his Daughters a slow Cold cunning smile began to form on his pout. Reaching up to Caress his Daughters Cheek as he spoke:: My little storm... ::was all Set said before The memories Flooded his mind as he began to Remember what happened to him. Rising up from his tomb.:: Where's your mother?, i Have Unfinished business to deal with that involves her and she will Pay Dearly for Killing me. she's in for a Rude awaken ::With those words a massive Desert storm began to form, from the burning Anger For her mothers betrayal against him::

Astarte: 

Watching her father sit up from his tomb, she smiled brightly. Her cheek nuzzled against his hand, giving a small purr. "Hello Daddy..." Hearing his words she gave a small smile. "She's sitting on her... no your throne. She's the new queen of egypt... All of the gods bow down to her, she is the new life of the Nile, Daddy."

Set:

 ::watching his Daughter smile brought another one to his own pout,his thumb Rubbed along her cheek more,hearing her purr made him smile more. but than his smile Faded Quickly the second he heard where her mother was,hearing that she was actually sitting where he should be caused his anger to fuel more:: Is that so? Very clever. Killing me when i was vulnerable, just to have the throne. well than i will just have to take it back! and those Gods are Foolish and will Die, Not For long she won't be. ::with those words Set moved over to his Daughter and took his dagger from her,he had plans to use it against her mother,tucking it in the back of his robes.:: and you made the right Choice on Resurrecting me,My little storm. Proud of you. Now i am going to go pay your mother a little...visit..Join me? ::those words rolled off his tongue with a smirk only for him to turn into another sand storm,Vanishing Seconds later to where he would reappear in the Nile under Nymph where his hand was resting on her leg,Leaning close to her Her,his words was Deep and laced with the Anger he had towards her:: Hello My love..what are you doing sitting on what is Rightfully mine? ::his Deep voice inches from her ear,but was said strong and firmly.

Astarte:

 Hearing her father, a grin appeared on her lips, only to be followed by a state of worry. She did not want her father to kill her mother, but just wanted them to be back together so her family was whole again, but she would request such things later. She wanted to see her mother's reaction to Set being back. Hearing her father's voice, and watching him disappear in his sandstorm a little one of her own appeared and she disappeared with her father. Appearing next to Nymphaea's throne and giggled innocently, and watched.

Nymphaea:

 The new day brought new tasks, and the Goddess of the Nile sat on her throne, her chin resting on her hand as she flipped through the Book of the Nile, and listened to Bastet's chattering about how her father's underworld was doing, and her excitement on her pregnancy. None of her own children were anywhere to be found, but that was normal. They all were adults, and were off to do their own things. Her emerald eyes gazed up, and she held a hand, hushing Bastet from her words. Something was off. The wind grew stronger, and the sand formed a cloud. Then her daughter Astarte appeared a grin on her face, "Astarte, wha-" She sensed an all too familiar presence. The one of her first love, the one she betrayed. Set. Before she could jump, she felt herself in someone's lap. His voice rang out smooth and cold, making her sense and shiver. Fear ran throughout her body, and within a second later she disappeared from his lap, and infront of him, in her true goddess form, her lilac firey staff pressed against his throat. "Set... you should be dead..." She hissed softly, pressing her staff harder against his throat. "The throne is mine! Not yours, you're not suit to be a king, let alone a god. You were going to destroy Egypt! Our home! All in the name of your selfish ways. I did what I had to for my people, and my family. You're not fit to be a king, or a god!"

Set:

Nymphaea:

"Why would I be happy to see you?" She hissed, her eyes gazed at the golden blood trickling down at his throat. He was forcing it to happen. "My father isn't to blame! Don't bring him into this."Her voiced boomed. At this point any mortals that had been around and scatter, screeching about how Set had returned to doom them all. Jackal warriors rose from the dust, surrounding them, but not attacking. "You of all people should know to sleep with an eye open. It's your own fault, you're weak. And you still are. I'll kill you again. I'm stronger than you Set." She yelled, as she fell forward into his grasp. His grasp on her throat was strong, but he should of known that wouldn't do anything to her. She grasped the staff harder and dug it deeper within his throat, fully piercing it. "I'll coat my throne with your blood." She cried. "Astarte knows that you aren't fit! Tell him, Astarte!" Her eyes gazed over at her daughter, but there was no sign in agreement on her daughters face. Her eyes boiled in rage, her body burst into purple flames as her anger raised, hearing him speak of his little pet. Ahmanet. "You think your bitch can destroy my kingdom? I'm stronger that I was before, this time when I kill you, your soul won't be intact."

Astarte:

 Astarte stood beside Bastet watching with a smile on her face, which quickly disappeared as she saw her parents grasp on each other, her father's blood spilling. Hearing her fathers words and her mothers, she gazed at them, not able to answer either one of them. It was a battle of the Gods, and she had a feeling soon, more would join, all against Set. Was bringing her father back a bad idea? No. It was right. Her family needed to be whole, even if it cost a bit of blood to be spilt.

Anubis:

As the two Gods began to argue, the Jackal headed warriors would suddenly turn and kneel towards the palace's entrance. Soon the ground began to shake violently as a massive crack in the Earth erupted forth. Soon a massive ghostly army began to emerge from the wound in the earth, followed by the massive armored form of the Jackal Headed God. Gone was the simply robed judge of the dead. What was entering the Throne room was a Hound of War. The Ghostly army would stop just short of the throne room's entrance as the God of Death entered into view. Clad in Gold and Ebony armor, the god's normally peaceful purple eyes were burning red with fury as he stood before the three Gods. In his left hand, he held his Ankh tipped staff, in his right the legendary and dreaded Sword of Anubis. Pointing the tip of the blade towards Set, the God soon snarled, a cloud of locusts erupting from his maw and moving to blow over the three gods as he soon spoke. "The only reason you are not in pieces like you had Osiris be cut into, is because She begged me not to. If I had my way, I would have ensured you would never have been able to reform. You instead used my granddaughter and your daughter to free you and bring about another war. Not only that, you threaten to unleash that beast to destroy everything?! Now..Now I can act. Set...The former king and God of the Desert, you are hereby found Guilty of breaking the balance of the pantheon and attempting to bring about the end of all things. You are to be once more slain, mummified and this time split into so many pieces that you will never return...As for you Astarte...Your punishment will come after I deal with your father. So speaks Anubis the God of Death, and your DOOM!" Roaring in rage, The ghostly army behind him would roar along with their God, waiting for the order to run in and tear the fallen king asunder.

Set:

::set knew that the mentioning of Ahmanet would set her off. Holding his Grin before it Faded only to give her straight Stern look as his nails now began to dig into her throat as he spoke when he noticed the jackal Warriors:: For now you are,i have something you don't have, Darling. what i will not say as of yet and i may be weak right now but in due time that will change and look at your people scattering like Cockroaches. :: Again no Emotion was showing within his words. the Feeling of her spear digging deeper into his throat where it had pierced it made him smirk. he knew she wouldn't kill him, if she was going to she would have by now:: you are no different than me! you didn't earn this power, you stole and took it as i did! and you won't Kill me, because deep down you are happy to see me. just admit it or you would have killed me already,not hesitating to do it. ::set told her while he held his grip on the edge of her spear, pushing himself into it more,forcing himself towards her,watching their daughter out of the corner of his eyes which where his pupils split into two in both of his eyes.:: i wouldn't be so sure about that :: was all Set said before he smirked again,ignoring the purple flames:: and as for Ahmanet,she will don't underestimate her love and again if you was going to do so,you would have by now! ::snarled the god just before he released his grip on her spear to use that hand to grab her purple locks and pull her towards him more:: as i said you are No different than I. ::with those words set shifted his double pupil eyes to look at his daughter seeing that smile made him grin knowing she was the only one that knew about his plans. Than before set could get another word out he noticed how the jackal headed warriors turned their attention else where, that told set one thing that the god of the dead was making his Entrance. Set watched very closely while holding onto Nymph in the way he was only to narrow his eyes at Anubis once he appeared,choosing to ignore the cloud of Locusts a and the fact he was pointing a sword at him:: My brother was weak. and Oh how sweet guess there is a little love in that heart after all:: Set said while turning his attention to nymph while saying thos words before turning his attention back to Anubis narrowing his eyes once more:: do you Really think my own flesh and blood would keep me dead for long? and that beast will be all your undoings i will make sure of it. ::with those words Set Quickly Released Nymphs locks only to reach around his back where he had his dagger, the same one that killed him and trapped his soul and quickly brought it around to where it was pressing against Nymphs chest, hearing his sentence made him laugh.:: One Damn move from your Army and i will drive this blade into her,killing her in the same manner she did me but shatter the stone to where her soul is lost for good and don't threaten my daughter, jackal! keep her out of this! ::set snarled with seriousness to his tone as he started to press the blade harder into nymphs Chest, eye the god of the dead with his double pupil eyes,holding a cold glare as he done so::