#Ausar Osiris

[artistoftales]

I'M DONE, for now. Day 31 Wesir/Ausar. Happy Halloween and Samhain!🥳

#ausar#wesir#osiris#godoftheafterlife#rebirthandrenewal#egyptianmythology#digitalart#akhtober#egyptian#drawing#mythology#art#day31#digitaldrawing#magic#pagan#witchcraft#illustration#simple#kemetic#firealpaca#artist#artistoninstagram#myart#dahkyarts#artistoftales#artistonig

#ausar #wesir #osiris #godoftheafterlife #rebirthandrenewal #egyptianmythology #digitalart #akhtober #egyptian #drawing #mythology #art #day31 #digitaldrawing #magic #pagan #witchcraft #illustration #simple #kemetic #firealpaca #artist #artistoninstagram #myart #dahkyarts #artistoftales #artistonig

[forceyourway]

EGYPTIAN GOD OSIRIS DEVOTIONAL NECKLACE

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Reblogs welcome and appreciated! <3

#Kemetic #Pagan #Kemetic Fandom #Kemetic Orthodox #Kemeticism #Egyptian Gods #Egyptian Mythology #Egyptology #Ancient Egypt #Osiris #Wesir #Ausar #Osiris Deity #Osiris God #Devotional Jewelry #Pagan Jewelry #Kemetic Jewelry #Prayer Beads #Pagan Rosary #Egyptian Rosary #Kemetic Rosary #Devotional Beads #Kemetic Necklace #Kemetic Beads #Devotional Necklace #Death God #Divine Masculine #Kemetic Etsy #Pagan Etsy

[lotusfeather-and-bone]

Epithets of Ausar/Wesir/Osiris

Foremost of the Westerners

Lord of Abydos

The One Who Continues to Be Perfect

Lord of the Living

He Who is Permanently Benign and Youthful

Lord of the Hidden Place

He Who is Everlastingly in a Fine Condition

The Inert One

Lord of Silence

He Who is Eternity and Everlastingness

Enduring

Firstborn Son of Earth and Sky (UPG)

Lord of Life

Presiding over the Westerners

Ruler of the Sacred Land

Lord of the Djed

Lord of Eternity

The Triumphant One

#ausar #osiris #epithets #kemetic

[darrylcalmandstrong09]

New Blog. Kemetic Diet: How to Become Ausar-Like

The myth of Ausar (i.e., Osiris) was the earliest recorded story of a godman who was symbolically crucified, resurrected from death and reigned eternally in heaven. The people of the Nile Valley believed if they lived righteously, in harmony with the teachings of Ausar, they would inherit eternal life.

To find out more about the Kemetic Diet and becoming Ausar-Like, click here: https://rb.gy/bm54tp

#kemet #diet #ausar #osiris #africa #health #harmony #spirituality #blessing #lord #wisom #wealth #love #respect #vegatarion #green #plantbased #food #righteous #god #perfect #black #african #man #divine #sage #nile #myth #heaven #eastafrica

[jskinn]

🤞🏾♾️👑🤲🏾

#me #Ausar #Osiris #Ba

[woke-arts]

In the name of the father You are made in the image Ye are gods #god #godbody #Heru #Yeshua #Bhungane #divinemasculine #Ausar #Osiris #mvelinqangi #Ankh #ALLAH https://www.instagram.com/p/CpJ9WdGjPiD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#god #godbody #heru #yeshua #bhungane #divinemasculine #ausar #osiris #mvelinqangi #ankh #allah

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Egyptian versions of the Greekified/Latinized names of Egyptian Gods:

1. Horus - Heru/Hor/Her/Har

2. Thoth - Djehuty

3. Anubis - Anpu/Inpu/Anpw/Inpw

4. Set - Setekh/Sutekh

5. Nephthys - Nebet-Het

6. Osiris - Asar/Usar/Asari/Ausir/Wesir/Ausare/Usire/Ausar

7. Isis - Aset/Auset/Iset

8. Hathor - Hwt-hr/Hwt-hrw/Hut-Hor

9. Apis - Hjpw/Hapi

10. Apophis - Apep

11. Mandulis - Merul/Melul

12. Maahes - Mai-Hesa

13. Mnevis - Mer-Ur

14. Neith - Nit

15. Satis - Satit/Stit/Satet

16. Ophois - Wapwawet/Wepwawet

#anyone is free to add more #PS: remember that Egyptian wasn't just one language #there were several dialects #so i haven't included their names from all the dialects #just the most popular ones #egyptian mythology #egyptian goddesses #egyptian gods #egyptian history #ancient egypt #egyptology #mythology

[khensaptah]

Someone I share a discord with posted a picture of some beads she strung as a Dionysus devotional and all I have to say is wow? Something about them stuck me as Dionysus as a god of sapphics, a genderbent self that I thought must be tailor made for my genderqueer soul... But it turns out I am not the only one to see Them this way!

Enter this article which reads Dionysus as a queer god, but a genderqueer one, focusing on His relationship with the women who followed Him. My brain is running wild imagining this queer god now, not just in His Hellenic content, but syncretic with my own Kemetic one.

All this time, Dionysus has overlapped with my own Hathor (aka Hethert, aka Hetheru), Sekhmet, and Set as a god of revelry, drunkenness, and madness. Now, I am considering Him as Antinous (deified queer lover of Emperor Hadrien). Antinous himself was further worshiped as a form of Wesir (aka Ausar, aka Osiris). Gods of rebirth and vegetal life. Greatly Green, like my own Father Ptah.

Having a lot of thinks and thoughts now about what role the Hellenistic period could have in my own practice, and what these syncretic gods could mean to me.

#kemetic polytheism #hellenic polytheism #syncretic crimes #dionysus #Antinous #wesir #paganblr

[madamlaydebug]

The term "Christ" arose after Serapis Christus was declared the new object of worship by the Vatican after 325 CE. Before that, the term "Christ" was spelled "Chrestos" or "Christos" which is a term the Greeks used for describing Osiris.Osiris was a flesh & blood deity, & he genetically engineered a group of humans to have the SAME "Christ" like abilities he had.What made Osiris a "Christ" being was the fact that he could defy most "laws of physics" simply by activating the kundalini fire through his vertebrae.Your "good book" states "Christ died at the age of 33." Your spinal cord originally contained 33 pieces. After the "Christ" dies at 33, he rises & is REBORN in 5th Density.The story of the death & resurection of "Jesus Christ" is nothing but a depiction of Ausar's kundalini activation in his body, & the kundalini activation in the bodies of every other human."Christ" dies at 33, the kundalini fire stops rising after it hits the 33rd piece of your spine. "Christ" is reborn in a higher realm, & the kundalini fire rises above your spine, hits your pineal gland & allows you to tap into 5th dimensional consciousness.The death & rebirth of "Christ" deals with the kundalini of the spine rising to the pineal gland, & fully activating 5D consciousness. Jacob's Latter is known as a gateway to "heaven." Jacob's latter is nothing but your DNA strands.This is why the "jab" uses metallic A.i. strands to take over your organic DNA strands, because the beast knows your DNA is your "Jacobs latter." If you have no organic DNA, you have NO access to your ancestors, you have no more connection to nature on Earth, no more connection to the cosmos, & no more connection to 5D frequencies.You take that "jab" & you'll allow the A.i. from 5G to stop you from reaching 5D.

[vyragosa]

analysis so far

- saint peter - saint anthony of egypt, st anthony’s fire - osiris and ra : Ausar of the underworld - mask of red jasper, the blood of isis the earthmother - the tau particule - the Desert Fathers : macarius of egypt and the cherub - the cardinal de richelieu - odradek: anglerfish and bloodworm - amphipod body - simon the zealot. - music: david bowie and franz ferdinand’s take me out

#(PILLAR MEN THEME).mp3

[eye-am-that-eye-am]

The true and original meaning of "CHRISTMAS", taken from the ancient Kemetic/Egyptian word KARAST, which meant resurrection of the spirit or soul. In the northern hemisphere, the sun lowers by one degree every day, until on the 21st of December, it appears to stand still... ...at which time, the 3 stars of Orion's Belt (Ausar/Osiris), called the 3 kings; and the star Sirius (Aset/Isis or the eastern star) are all in alignment with the sun/son/Heru/Horus/Jesus. Then after three days on the 25th of December, the sun/son/Heru/Horus/Jesus begins its ascent (or rebirth), and then begins to rise each day by one degree, signaling the beginning of warmer and longer days. On its ascent, the sun/son/Heru/Horus/Jesus rises in the constellation of the Crux, or the cross... ...and thus the "allegory" of "Jesus" (or the sun/son/Heru/Horus) being crucified on the cross and rising after 3 days, and the wise men who followed the eastern star to the birth of Jesus or the sun/son...facts!! KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!!! ✊🏽 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl35IhjuxSBYRZOkyxSwC_cQMDty3bweWPFiL00/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[shxinny]

Djehuty/Tehuty

Bien, he querido hablar de Djehuty hace tiempo, pero no me daba el tiempo y cuando tenía se me olvidaba (Autismo/TDAH check), pero hoy me quise animar a hacerlo, de primeras porque soy su aprendiz, así que es mi deber hablar sobre el panteón egipcio y mis netkheru y segundo porque me comprometí a hablar de él y dar sus mensajes. Entonces, empecemos con este post.

Imagen: lancelotrichardson

¿Quien es Djehuty?

Djehuty es el netkher de la meditación, el heka, la escritura, las artes y patrón de escribas, y escriba en si mismo.

Él fue participe del mito osiriaco, quien se encargó de aconsejar a Sutekh (Tifón/Set/Seth), de revivir a Ausar (Osiris), de restauran el ojo de Heru (Horus, sincretismo del que hablaremos más adelante, pues todos estos sincretismos merecen un post explicándolos), de ayudar a dar a luz a Nut, quitándole 5 noches a la Luna y también el padre de la Ogdóada de los Hehu y esta Ogdóada la conforman los netkheru

Kuk y Kauket

Nun y Naunet

Heh y Hehet

Nia y Niat

Siendo Djehuty la cabeza. Se dice que son una manifestación de Djehuty, pues los Hehu actúan cómo uno solo, también hay quienes dicen que son los hijos de Djehuty.

En publicaciones posteriores hablaremos más profundamente de la Ogdóada de los Hehu y sus correspondencias.

Imagen: S-memo

Periodo Greco-Romano

Los greco-romanos asimilaron, no sincretizaron, ojo, son conceptos distintos, a Djehuty con Hermes y Mercurio, cambiándole su nombre a Thoth/Thot/Toth, lo escriben de muchas manera, no sabría decir cuál es la correcta xD.

Cuando los Greco-romanos vieron los mitos en los que estaba envuelto Djehuty y al ver también sus correspondencias, decidieron "limpiar su nombre", omitiendo ciertas partes del mito osiriaco donde es protagonista él y en otros mitos, cómo puede ser el mito del libro de Djehuty, donde castiga a un hombre y a su familia con la muerte tras haber robado su libro que contenía sus hechizos.

Imagen: Yliade

Representación

Son muchos los animales representativos de Djehuty, pero los más destacados son el Babuino y el Ibis, siendo representado como un hombre con cabeza de Ibis o Babuino o directamente como estos animales, pero hay que tener cuidado, pues Babi, otro netkher Babuino lunar, es representado directamente cómo este animal y es muy fácil confundirse.

Cuando se le representa a Djehuty, suele estar acompañado de otros escribas o suele tener a mano sus herramientas, cómo pueden ser su pluma y su papiro, donde cuenta los días de reinado del faraón o anota las malas y buenas acciones de las personas.

También se le suele representar junto a Ra y Sutekh, siendo junto a este ultimo con el que protege a la barca solar y a Ra de los ataques del demonio Nepai y otros, cómo los mut y el demonio S/h/a/k/i/k.

Curiosidades

Djehuty fue, en un inicio, un sacerdote de Ra, un fiel servidor suyo, es por esta razón también la de uno de sus animales, el Babuino, pues este sale todas las mañanas y hace un gesto el cual pareciera ser un saludo al sol, es por esta razón por la cual se le considera un fiel servidor de Ra, incluso, Djehuty, se ha ganado el título de "Ojo de Ra", título el cual, como ya hemos visto en post anteriores, son muchas las y los netkheru que son portadores de este honorable titulo.

#witches #witches of tumblr #witchcraft #pagans of tumblr #tameran wicca #tamera #thoth #pagan witch #paganism #deity work #god thoth #djehuty #god djehuty #tehuti #god tehuti #kemetic witch #kemet #kemetism #kemetic #kemeticism #witch community #netkheru #netkher #witchlife

[forceyourway]

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[lotusfeather-and-bone]

Dua Ausar!

#actually mine #ausar #wesir #osiris #mood board #aesthetic #osiris aesthetic #kemetic

[javier-djarin]

Son of the Medjai: Chapter 9

Osiris’s Curse: Book 1

The Mummy AU

Ship: Pero Tovar x Aria MacKenzie (OC)

Rating: M

Word Count:   4,273 Words

Warnings: Language, Violence

Masterlist

Summary: Pero and Aria are faced with some tough decisions that will derail their plans.

A/N: After a short hiatus, I am back!! Shout out to @rebelscumlena​ for being the best damn beta and taking the time out of your busy schedule to make this the best it can be! I honestly don’t want to think of what this story would be like if we hadn’t started working together. Please let me know if you want to be on my taglist and what you think of the fic! If there is a strikethrough in your name, Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you. Any Translations will always be found at the bottom of every chapter. If you know the OP of the gif, please let me know, so I can give them their due credit.

Aria tried to focus on the tomes and journals she was pouring over, but Pero and Murphy’s absence was distracting her. Here, while Kazemde’s powers were limited, she was safe and protected. They were extremely vulnerable. Every so often, she’d ask Shakir if they’d returned; he’d go look, and tell her the same answer. The longer they were gone, the more anxious and unfocused she grew. 

Mostafa brought images of Rameses’ tablet to her, placing them next to an ancient tome she’d already scoured. She grabbed them immediately, holding a magnifying glass to the first image. “The tablet has been moved to the main level,” he said, flipping through one of the journals in front of them, “If you want a closer look.”

She set the glass down and looked at him. “Did you know who we were?” she asked, eyes wide.

He sighed and glanced at her over the top of the book. His dark eyes narrowed on her as he answered, “I had an inkling. You resembled the mural in Aten, but I never thought anything of it until I saw the two of you together.”

“When we were at Aten, we saw the mural…” She trailed off, remembering the tomb they’d found. She remembered the vision she’d had when Nefertari and Ausar stopped Kazemde from sacrificing that man. The pure hatred in his eyes as he gazed on his brother. It was the same look the creature had given them when he first saw them the night he woke. A shiver went down her spine the longer she thought about it, and suddenly she craved Pero’s arms around her.

“Ausar and Nefertari, after their deaths, were revered as close to gods as Egyptian royalty could get. Legend had it, though, that as Ausar took his last breaths, that he made a deal with the gods: for Kazemde to suffer a painful death and afterlife, they would return from the afterlife to vanquish him when the gods determined. According to the sacred texts passed down through the Medjai, they granted him this wish, making sure that his line lived on. His oldest grandson gave up his rights to the throne, destroying all records of his family’s rule to protect the bodies until their return. He founded the Sons of the Medjai, and we’ve waited ever since. He was gifted with the sight of how the two of you would return. Thus, that mural was created.”

Shakir joined them, leaning against the doorframe as he listened to a history he’d grown up believing in since he was a young boy. Aria glanced at him, hoping he had news on the book or Pero and Murphy. He shook his head and sat in the chair next to her. “If the Book of Set was found under Osiris, maybe the other book was placed in the statue of Set,” he suggested looking at one of the pictures of the table. 

Aria frowned and shook her head. “Based on the hieroglyphs here,” she suggested, “the statue houses the tools for the Hom-Dai ritual.”

She scanned the pictures again, carefully reading line after line and placing the images in order to find a clue. Frustrated, she slammed the glass down on the table again and rose. She glared at Mostafa. “Main level, in the lobby,” he said, as if he could read her mind.

Aria briskly walked down the flight of stairs to examine the tablet in person. Mostafa had it moved to an examination table where the room was brightest. She moved one of the lamps closer as she began scanning the object when the front doors burst open. Murphy and Pero stumbled in; Pero bleeding from a cut on his forehead and several bruises forming on his face, neck, and arms. She instantly stopped what she was doing and rushed to him, furious and relieved. “What on earth happened?” she gasped, inspecting his injuries.

Pero winced under her touch. “Beckett,” he coughed. His arm wrapped around his waist, to which she noticed. She glared at him before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing only more bruising, especially around his ribs. “I think he broke a rib or two.”

“I would say,” Murphy added, reminding her that he was there, “that’s what happens when you’re thrown out of a second story window, mate.”

Aria’s angry gaze widened at him. “I’m going to claw his bloody eyes out!” she exclaimed, gently running her fingers over the injuries, trying to test the area for indications of breaks. 

Pero stopped her, wincing again and kissing her knuckles. “I’m fine,” he said with a strained voice, “we have bigger problems. Kazemde has the book.”

“We’re no closer to finding the gold book,” she replied, panicking.

He moved closer to her, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep pressure on his ribs while resting a hand on her face. “If anyone can find it,” he sighed, “it’s you.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Shakir’s going to help me wrap my ribs while you and Murph look for the book.” Pero saw the fear in her eyes. To her, he was indestructible. Seeing him this badly injured and vulnerable frightened her. “I’m fine, Aria.”

The look on her face said she didn’t believe him as she nodded her head. Murphy took her hand and led her back to the tablet to help her find the Book of Osiris. She watched as Shakir took Pero down the hall to tend to his ribs and the cut on his forehead. Aria waited until he was gone before turning to her brother and slugging him in the shoulder. “You said you’d bring him back in one piece!” she spat.

Murphy rubbed the area she struck. “He’s fine. The man’s tough as nails.”

A fire burned behind her eyes as she glared at him. “What happened?”

He sighed and leaned against the examination table, glancing in the direction Pero disappeared. He’d promised not to say anything about what provoked him, wanting to protect her from the harmful things Beckett said that caused Pero to fly off the handle. Murphy opted for half-truths. “We found Beckett in the Egyptologist’s room. He and Tovar had a long awaited discussion that ended with the two of them going out the window.”

Aria took a deep breath, thanking God that they both returned to her alive at least. She closed her eyes to calm herself for a moment before turning to the tablet. “I’m okay too,” Murphy said, smirking at her.

She glared at him. “Pero knows I’d kill him if anything happened to you,” she muttered.

***

Shakir grabbed a large first-aid kit from the top shelf of the small infirmary they managed to find. He found plenty of elastic, cotton bandages that would help him wrap and brace Pero’s ribs. Pero tossed his shirt onto the table and held his arms up for Shakir to wrap. “I don’t feel any abnormal bumps,” he said, examining the bruises, “perhaps they’re only bruises.”

Pero grimaced at him. “Regardless, it hurts like a bitch.”

Shakir began wrapping the bandages around his torso. He worked quickly and quietly, finally tying it off to secure everything. Pero slid his shirt over it, leaving the buttons open and relishing in the relief the pressure from the bandages brought the pounding pulse in his ribcage. He tried to take a deep breath, but he was forced to do several short ones. Shakir handed him a glass bourbon that Pero tossed back in one shot. “She was worried about you,” he admitted, “she had me checking the doors every five minutes.”

Pero huffed and nodded, leaning against the wall to relax for a moment. He didn’t want to think of what would have happened if she’d come with them. He wanted to keep her as far away from harm as he could, but in order to do that, they’d have to travel further down this path first. He cracked open his eyes and peered at Shakir, who was watching him intently. “When we go to Aten,” he said, feeling the bourbon start to help, “I need you to promise me something.”

Shakir leaned against the wall across from him, crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course. Anything.”

Pero took another staggering breath. “Protect her. No matter what happens to me, get her out of there before Kazemde can hurt her.”

“This I promise or may the gods claim my soul,” he replied, placing his fist over his heart.

“Beckett says he’s after her-” he hissed and moved to find a comfortable position.

Shakir nodded and rubbed his face with his hand. “If he’s after her,” he added, “then that means he intends to bring back Nefertari’s sister, Siti.”

Pero frowned and stood as straight as he could. “What does that mean?”

Sighing, Shakir’s gaze met Pero’s. “She’s going to be his sacrifice.”

Pero felt his blood turn to ice in his veins when the word sacrifice filled the space between them. He started shaking his head at the thought, but deep down he knew Beckett wasn’t lying. Aria had told him Kazemde had killed them in the past, and Kazemde promised him that he’d do the same now. Adrenaline started coursing through his body, numbing the pounding pain in his ribs, as he stormed out of the room back to Aria. He believed that as long as he was with her, nothing would happen; she was safe if she was in his sight.

Aria spun around at the sound of his footsteps and was instantly pulled into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless when they parted. She gave him a dazed look as she examined the bandages Shakir used. Her fingers danced over the flesh near the wrap, where a deep purple bruise peeked out. “When this is over…” she breathed, her gaze finding him again.

“We’re renting a hut on a beach as far from here as possible and spending the next month forgetting this fucking desert,” he growled.

Aria grinned as her cheeks burned a deep red. Murphy cleared his throat, drawing Pero’s eyes away from her. He was reminded of the discussion they had earlier, but she needed to believe they’d have their happy ending. She didn’t need to know that Pero was going to lay his life down for her to come out of this alive, that he had no intention of surviving the next trip to Aten. He wished he could go back to the few hours ago when they were wrapped in each other’s arms, the world far away from them. Pero’s gaze landed on the tablet behind her. “Have you found anything?” he asked.

She blinked a few times before turning back to her work. “I think so,” she said, hope returning to her eyes. “This line here mentions Isis. She’s not mentioned anywhere else except here.”

Murphy leaned in to read what she was referring to. “What would she have to do with the sons of Set and Osiris?”

She motioned for them to follow her to a shelf near the Seti I exhibit where old journals and records were kept. She scanned the third shelf before pulling a worn, leather bound book down. She blew dust off the cover before revealing the title: Egyptian Book of the Gods. “In here, there’s dozens of accounts from several Egyptologists that recorded murals telling stories of the gods. One of the more frequent stories seen is the story of Osiris and Isis. When Isis and Osiris married, Set became insanely jealous and killed his brother, scattering his body all over the world.”

“Kazemde was the son of Set,” Pero muttered in realization.

Aria smiled at him and nodded. “Isis loved Osiris so much that she did everything in her power to bring him back. Many believe that the rituals she created to do this were recorded in the gold book; including the one that Isis used to banish Set from the land.”

“Then where is the book?” Murphy asked.

“In my tomb.”

There was an eerie silence that filled the room. Pero shuddered at the idea of opening a sarcophagus where Nefertari was laid to rest. He remembered his vision of her dead body laying in a pool of her own blood. He wouldn’t let that happen; he couldn’t. “How can you be so sure that it’s in Nefertari’s tomb?” he asked.

“On the tablet, it mentioned the daughter of Isis,” she continued, “it would only make sense that the son of Osiris married the daughter of Isis.” She placed the tome back on the shelf, gazing at Pero. She saw the mild panic in his eyes. Aria knew what was running through his mind. “I’m going to Aten. So, don’t try to find reasons to leave me behind.”

“You’re safer when you’re with me, anyway,” he said with a nervous smirk. The discussion shifted as Shakir, Mostafa, Aria, and Murphy debated her theory when he heard soft chanting in the distance. Pero checked the guns in his holsters as he moved to glance out of the ground floor window nearby. A crowd was gathering outside of the museum as they chanted, “Deliver us, Kazemde,” in Arabic. The sun was completely swallowed in darkness as the crowd grew, many holding torches and weapons as they waited for some command. They were covered in sores from head to toe, blindly marching closer to the museum. Pero growled at the sight, as his entire arsenal was in the car parked just outside. “We have bigger problems right now,” he called back to them, moving away from the window as he drew the curtain.

Their discussion stopped when they heard the chanting. “He’s bewitched them,” Murphy muttered.

Pero peeked out of the curtain instantly filled with a burning rage when he saw Beckett walking next to the robbed, completely regenerated Kazemde. “Hijo de puta,” he grumbled, “why can’t he fucking die?”

The crowd moved around the building to the entrance. Shakir’s hand rested on the pommel of the sword on his hip. He and Pero shared a glance, the Spaniard giving the Medjai a silent command. With a swift nod, Shakir moved out of the room to determine possible exits and weaknesses. Mostafa followed after him, only to step into his office and grab his own weapons. Aria moved closer to Pero as Murphy watched down the hall for word from Shakir. “Your bag is in the car, isn’t it?” he asked, his heart pounding in his ears.

Pero nodded and pulled his revolvers from their holsters and tossed Murphy the keys. “When Shakir gives you the clear, pull the car around back,” he ordered.

“I’m unarmed,” he seethed.

The chanting was soon loud and overwhelming, and the mob began beating on the windows with their hands. Pero took a deep breath, moving Aria away from it. Shakir and Mostafa rejoined them. “If we go through the archives, there’s a hidden underground tunnel to lead us out of the city,” Mostafa stated.

Pero held Aria’s hand, pulling her along as they followed Mostafa out of the room towards the archives. The sounds of glass shattering filled the lobby behind them. Mostafa remained calm as he thumbed through the keys to find the right one. “Tovar!” Beckett’s voice echoed down the corridor. “Sneaking out the back, are you?” They heard him chuckle as someone was being dragged in. There was a struggle and a familiar voice telling Beckett to “fuck off.”

Aria watched Pero bristle. He recognized the voice, and she realized she’d heard the smooth baritone somewhere before too. “If you leave without saying goodbye, William will pay for it,” Beckett called after him again. 

He moved past Aria, glancing down the hall to catch a glimpse at the lobby. Beckett stood behind a kneeling William, with a content looking Kazemde who was dressed in flowing black robes, holding the black book. The crowd filled in the rest of the empty space behind them. Pero swore, checking his revolvers again for reassurance. “Shakir,” he muttered, “remember your promise.”

Aria looked between them, horrified. “Whatever it is,” she snapped, “no. You’re not doing this.”

“Ah-ah!” Beckett said with another sadistic chuckle, “we don’t want any surprises. Everyone out here. Now.”

“Aria stays,” Pero barked, his blood boiling with fury.

Glass shattered behind them in the storage room at the end of the hall. The mob had surrounded them. Murphy and Pero placed Aria between them with Shakir and Mostafa standing between the trio and the group in the storage room. “You’re in no position to negotiate, Tovar!” Beckett replied, his cool voice sending shivers down Aria’s spine.

Murphy held on to his own revolver, trying to steady his racing heart. “What do we do, Pero?” he asked in a loud whisper. 

The building shook.

“Kazemde is prepared to bring this place down around us all if you don’t bring him the girl.”

Aria dropped Pero’s hand and looked at the men protecting her. She saw the look in Pero’s eyes; he was willing to die protecting her from the monsters waiting for them in the lobby, and so was Murphy. Dead, they couldn’t help her defeat Kazemde, but if she was able to buy them some time, they could get to Aten and find the book. Murphy could read hieroglyphs and hieratic - although his skill was rough and he tended to rely on her for validation. Will could fly them out there faster, and with Shakir and Mostafa helping them navigate the ruins, they’d have plenty of time and assistance to get what they needed to stop the creature. Pero’s eyebrows knit together as he watched her glance between everyone. Almost as if he read her mind, he started shaking his head. “No. Whatever you’re thinking, no,” he said.

“Tik-tok, Tovar!” 

“Pero,” she softly replied, “it’s the only logical choice. I can buy us time. Slow him down. I need you to trust me.”

Murphy finally caught on and whirled around on her. “Woah, Aria, absolutely not!”

The building trembled again, cracks slowly forming in the foundation. Aria stepped around him, slowly moving out into the museum lobby. The rest of them followed with Pero close beside her. They stood with the tablet between them. Will had a bruise forming on his cheek and a knot on his forehead. His hands were positioned behind his head as he glared at Beckett from the corner of his eye. Kazemde sneered at them, his lip curling back over his teeth. He spoke in a low, gravelly voice that dripped with disdain the longer he looked at them. “It’s good to see you again, brother,” Beckett translated, “it looks like your deal with the gods was futile.”

Pero gritted his teeth together as he tightened his grip on his weapons. “Beckett, when we get out of here, I’m going to enjoy killing you,” he spat.

Beckett and Kazemde’s grins widened. Kazemde stretched out his hand and beckoned for Aria to join him, commanding her to do so in his low voice. “Come with me, Princess. It’s time we raise your sister and lay your soul to rest, forever.”

Aria glared at him. “For all eternity, idiot,” she corrected, “and I’m not going without a few promises.”

Beckett shifted all of his weight to his left foot, as he appeared as unamused by her negotiating as possible. “He will spare your friends.” He forced William to stand. The man swiftly turned and decked Beckett in his cheek, dropping him to the ground. Kazemde made no move to stop Will as he rushed to the opposite side of the room, standing next to Pero. Beckett rubbed his face and stood up, glaring at his former employer. “You’ll pay for that, Garin.”

Pero shifted, drawing Beckett’s attention to him. “She’s not leaving with you,” he said in a low growl. 

Beckett smirked. “Was she really that good you’re willing to die for her?” He asked with a condescending laugh. 

Aria’s face burned, not of embarrassment but with a rage that rivaled Pero’s. She moved in front of him with a glare.  Pero tried to stop her, but she dodged his grasp and moved several steps closer, intently. She was going to buy them more time whether they wanted it or not. “It seems I chose the real man,” she said with enough bite in her voice that it warranted a surprised look from Beckett. 

Kazemde rolled his eyes in annoyance and stepped forward, closer to her. His gaze met Pero’s as he gripped her hand, pulling her into him. A triumphant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Kazemde wrapped a possessive arm around her as they backed away. Pero trusted Aria, more than he’d ever trusted anyone. If anyone could slow down Kazemde long enough to give them a fighting chance, it was her, but he wasn’t willing to bet her life - wasn’t willing to let her go. The vision of her dead on Kazemde’s altar flashed through his memory and he tensed, stepping forward, his gun aimed at the monster in front of him. “I don’t think so,” he snapped, reaching to grab her.

Kazemde was fast - faster than Pero could have anticipated. His free hand shot forward and closed around Pero’s throat. He began to squeeze, not hard, but enough to stop him advancing and make a point. His eyes darted to Aria’s. She brought her hand up to Kazemde’s arm and convinced him to let Pero go. “I’m going with you like you want. Please,” she begged.

Irritated, he roughly shoved Pero back a few steps. “Aria,” Pero pleaded.

“Don’t,” she whispered, failing to hide the fear in her voice, “he still has to take me to Aten to perform the ritual.”

Pero shook his head. “I can’t lose you.”

“Then you better find that book, because if he turns me into a mummy, you’re the first one I’m coming after,” she added, fear causing her voice to shake more.

“I-I-” 

“Tell me when you save me,” she interrupted as Kazemde turned her away from him. 

His temper got the better of him, and Pero fired a shot into Kazemde’s shoulder. The creature turned with a fierce growl as the bullet wound healed instantly. He glared at Beckett, who rapidly approached Pero and aimed a swing to his ribs. Pero doubled over, falling to the ground in pain. Beckett kicked him once, knocking the wind out of him, before turning to Murphy. He reached inside his jacket pocket, ripping the key from him. He smirked at him and joined Kazemde and Aria. “Kill them all,” he ordered to the mindless mob that surrounded them.

“No!” Aria screamed as she tried to escape Kazemde’s grasp. The crowd barreled past them as she struggled, still crying and screaming at her captors to spare them. 

Pero coughed and clasped his ribs. Shakir and William knelt down to pull him to his feet. The crowd closed in around them. Mostafa swung his sword in an arc, cutting down several of Kazemde’s followers in the process, only for them to be replaced by more. Aria glanced back as she was dragged out of the door to see them disappear in the crowd. Someone fired a shot and then another. She couldn’t see Murphy or Pero anymore. Tears raced down her cheeks. They’d lost. Kazemde had everything he needed, and they’d officially lost everything. She kicked and slapped and screamed at Kazemde to let her go. He acted like he didn’t notice her strikes. Instead, he held her closer, tighter, as they passed through his mob. 

Once they’d reached a safe distance from the museum, he shoved her into Beckett’s arms. She glared at him, punching him square in his perfect jaw. “You bastard!” she exclaimed. “You promised they’d be spared!”

Beckett sadistically grinned at her, as he held her close to him, his hands running down her back slowly. “Kazemde promised. I never made such commitments.”

She grew still as his hands moved closer to areas she wanted him nowhere near. “If you want to keep your hand,” she spat, “I suggest you let me go.”

He chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

Two more shots fired in the now distant museum. Aria’s attention snapped in that direction. Pero was too tough to die. She could feel, deep in her soul, that he was fighting tooth and nail to get to her. She could have sworn she heard him call for her, swearing at the mob attacking them. She pictured him protecting Murphy, pulling him through the mess as they planned a way to save her. Aria would do everything possible to slow down Kazemde. She glared at Beckett, whose hand crept to the lowest part of her back. “When he catches us, I hope he rips your throat out for touching me,” she said in a low growl.

Beckett’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You think Kazemde will let them walk out of there alive? He’d bring down the whole building before any of them could see sunlight again.” 

Ice cold fear flowed through her veins, but she refused to let him see. “Men like you always get what’s coming to them.”

He scoffed, pulling her along. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”

She turned to face the museum once more. The crowd had stormed it. There were no more sounds of gunshots, shouts of defiance. Her panic returned, forcing her to assume the worst. But she forced herself to hope; hope they made it out; hope they were on their way to Aten. 

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Syncretism rambling under the cut

I seriously hope Type Moon doesn't use Barbara Walker's The Women's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets as a "factual and historical" source anymore than they already have. It was bad enough with the Norse-Celtic syncretism (of which was semi-popularized with Scathach-Skadi in SMT and used as basis for the entire Celtic pantheon in FGO) but some of the shit in this book is insane from a historical standpoint that you'd have to be a mental gymnastics olympic champion to get through those hoops of supposed logic.

Also, for the record, this isn't me bashing her because it's a feminist view on history and mythology. Honestly, that's an interesting fresh breath of air! But unfortunately, the contents of said book are incredibly bad regarding how much shit is made up/unfounded with what we actually have information on.

Some examples that I wish weren't actually in this book:

The excerpt on Aesir

"Asians," the Norse gods led by Father Odin, who invaded the lands of the elder deities (Vanir). The Aesir came from Asaland, or Asaheimr, meaning both "land of gods" and "Asia." Some claimed their home city was Troy. Such myths record the recurrent western migrations of Indo-European or Aryan peoples. The Norse word for a god was Ass, "Asian." The Egyptian god Osiris was formerly Ausar, "the Asian." Etruscans also called their ancestral deities Asians. Phoenician king Cadmus was "the Oriental," from kedem, "the Orient." The Asian invaders were aggressive. The Voluspa said war occurred "for the first time in the world" when the Aesir attacked the peace-loving people of the Goddess.

The excerpt on Aryans

General name for Indo-European peoples, from Sanskrit arya, a man of clay (like Adam), or else a man of the land, a farmer or landowner. The ancestral god of "Aryans" was Aryaman, one of the twelve zodiacal sons of the Hindu Great Goddess Aditi. In Persia he became known as Ahriman, the dark earth god, opponent or subterranean alter ego of the solar deity Ormazd (Ahura Mazda). In Celtic Ireland he was Eremon, one of the sacred kings who married the Earth (Tara).

Though there was nothing "pure" about either the name or the far-flung mixture of tribes it was supposed to describe, the term "pure Aryan" was revived in Nazi Germany to support a mythological concept of Teutonic stock, the so-called Master Race. Non-Aryans were all the "inferior" strains: Semites, N██████, gypsies, Slavs, and Latinate or "swarthy" people whose blood was said to be polluting the Nordic superiority of their betters.

The excerpt on Aladdin

Marco Polo described Aladdin quite differently from his mythic portrait in the Arabian Nights. As the fairy tale said, he was master of a secret cave of treasures, but the cave was real. It was located in the fortified valley of Alamut near Kazvin, headquarters of the fanatical brotherhood of hashishim or "hashish-takers," which Christians mispronounced "assassins."

Aladdin was an Old Man of the Mountain, hereditary title of the chief of hashishim, beginning with a Shi'ite leader Hasan ibn al-Sabbah, whose name meant Son of the Goddess (see Arabia). The later name of Aladdin was taken by several chieftains. In 1297 the region of Gujarat was conquered by a warrior called the Bloody One, Ala-ud-den. By means of drugs and an elaborate "paradise" staffed by human Houris, initiates into the brotherhood were persuaded that they died and went to heaven, or Fairyland, where gardens and palaces occupied the valley of the secret cave. Special conduits flowed with the Four Rivers of Paradise: water, wine, milk, and honey. Each candidate was drugged into a stupor, then woke and "perceived himself surrounded by lovely damsels, singing, playing, and attracting his regards by the most fascinating caresses, serving him also with delicate foods and exquisite wines; until intoxicated with excess of enjoyment amidst actual rivulets of milk and wine, he believed himself assuredly in Paradise, and felt an unwillingness to relinquish its delights."

After this period of bliss, the warrior was again drugged and taken out of the secret place, to fight in the service of the Old Man of the Mountain. He fought fearlessly, in the belief that death in battle would instantly carry him back to that heaven cleverly made real for him. Promises of sexual bliss were the real key to the ferocity of Islamic armies. The Koran said each hero who died in battle would achieve an eternity of pleasure among heavenly Houris with "big, beautiful, lustrous eyes."

Aladdin's sect worshipped the moon as a symbol of the Goddess, like the Vessel of Light associated with both the virgin Mary and the Holy Grail in western Europe. Eastern poets said the Vessel of Light produced djinn, "spirits of ancestors." This Vessel was simultaneously Aladdin's lamp, source of djinni (a genie), and the moon, source of all souls according to the most ancient beliefs. The moon was the realm of the dead, and also the realm of rebirth since all souls were recycled through many revolutions of the wheels of Fate. The divine Houris also dwelt in the moon, which probably was the light of Aladdin's secret cave. See Moon.

The Arabian Nights gave the password to Aladdin's cave: Open, Sesame. This was related to Egyptian seshemu, "sexual intercourse." The hieroglyphic sign of seshemu was a penis inserted into an arched yoni-symbol. Every ancient culture used some form of sexual symbolism for the idea of man-entering-paradise.

An excerpt on Cu Chulainn

The infamous excerpt on Skadi

#rambling #ranting #anyway happy new year! :D