“Pharaoh! Pharoah! We couldn’t stop him!”
Horus turned as a member of his Royal Guard ran urgently towards him. Moments ago, the guard burst into the throne room, interrupting what had been a routine conference between the pharaoh and one of his advisers.
Royal Guardsmen were not prone to panic, and there were few adversaries who they were unable to stop. As a result, everyone in the room snapped to attention. The two guards stationed beside the throne swiftly positioned themselves in front of Horus with swords drawn. Meanwhile, the adviser with whom Horus had been conversing, quickly retreated behind Horus’ throne, hoping to stay out of harm’s way.
Although Horus was alarmed by this sudden development, he did his best not to show it. It didn’t seem proper for the ruler of Egypt to look concerned by a threat, no matter how urgent it might seem.
Silently, Horus imagined who would dare intrude upon his throne room. He suspected it was a follower of his uncle Set, the former ruler of Egypt. Set’s followers had vowed revenge upon Horus, and perhaps this was their latest attempt at realizing their threats.
The guard’s progress towards Horus’ throne was abruptly halted. The man’s body became unnaturally stiff for a moment before crumpling lifelessly to the ground. A second later, the two guards in front of Horus also went stiff, and their bodies were roughly tossed to the side by an unseen force. The cowering adviser began to weep, but his cries were soon cut off. Horus assumed that he had been similarly disabled, but he didn’t turn to check. His attention was focused on the figure who had just entered the throne room.
There were very few beings in the world capable of entering the throne room of Horus in such a manner. There were even fewer who could do so and not suffer immediate retribution. Unfortunately for Horus, the archangel Gabriel was one of those few.
The people of Egypt referred to Horus as a god. It wasn’t an entirely accurate description, but as far as humans were concerned, it was close enough. But sometimes even gods have higher powers they must answer to, and Gabriel was the primary emissary for that higher power.
While Horus could not strike at his visitor, he also felt no obligation to greet him hospitably. “Gabriel,” was the only word Horus spoke, and it served as less of a greeting and more of an inquiry regarding his presence.
The archangel carried himself in his usual manner: Expressionless with a soft, steady tone of voice. “Please forgive my rudeness, Horus,” Garbiel said, although it was clear that he was not truly asking for forgiveness, nor did he care whether it was received. “Your guards made it clear that you were not accepting visitors at this time, but I’m afraid that I have pressing business that can not wait for a more convenient time.”
Although he was curious, Horus took care to make sure his facial expression remained as unchanged as the archangel’s. “Then please, let us waste no further time. Speak of this business.”
“Yahweh is recalling all heavenly host from Earth. Permanently.”
Learning that he would need to relinquish his throne was enough to remove Horus’ facade of calmness. “What?” he shouted. “Why would Yahweh do such a thing?”
“Yahweh has grown displeased with the way humanity has developed. He feels that less direct interaction is best from now on.”
“Humanity would be lost without us!”
“Yahweh believes differently. He feels that you and your peers have taken your roles as gods a bit too seriously. He feels that the people have forgotten the true God.”
“I have always taken great care to make sure that the people worship the great Ra!”
“Perhaps you have, but others have not been so gracious.”
“Then strike down Zeus and Odin! Do not punish me for their grievances!”
“The decision is final.”
Filling with rage, Horus rose from his seat, and his appearance altered dramatically. His head – which had appeared human – now took on the likeness of a falcon with glowing yellow eyes. He lifted his arms and his hands filled with glowing energy.
Horus’ threatening posture failed to generate any change in Gabriel’s demeanor, “You will receive further instructions, but you are expected to begin preparations immediately.”
Gabriel turned and began to walk away. Just as he was about to exit through the door, he turned and – although Horus wasn’t entirely sure – it seemed as if the slightest hint of a smirk appeared upon his face. “Next time, please instruct your guards to treat Yahweh’s messengers a bit more hospitably.”
After Gabriel departed, Horus stood in silence for about a minute. Once he was confident that Gabriel would not hear, he shouted with a fury that no mortal could have ever reached. As he raged, the glowing energy shot out from his hands, leaving massive craters in the walls of the throne room.
Horus collapsed back into his throne, his head transforming back into a human appearance. He breathed heavily as he processed this news and considered his next move. Yahweh had made a decree, and no being, mortal or no had ever defied Yahweh successfully.
Perhaps it was time for that to change.
This post has been part of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. In case you couldn’t tell, today’s letter was G and the topic was “Gods”