When the sun showed its face, Bes returned into the temple. Cheops and Echnaton were lying on the altar, asleep from the events of the past night. Bes sat down next to them, gently stroking across Echnaton's furry chest.
He sat there, stroking, thinking about his next step. For some reason he knew, that Aset wouldn't be a match for him. He also knew, that Re's power was his now, and the sun wouldn't influence Bes. Only his freedom.
He knew, he would have to attack Aset's temple soon. The politics of the gods were clear to everyone. The strongest rule over the lesser gods. Bes was now the strongest, but he knew, that if he would subject himself to ruling, that power would dwindle away.
No.
He had to destroy the one creature able to attack and destroy him. He was sure he'd win.
He sat there, stroking, thinking about his next step. For some reason he knew, that Aset wouldn't be a match for him. He also knew, that Re's power was his now, and the sun wouldn't influence Bes. Only his freedom.
He knew, he would have to attack Aset's temple soon. The politics of the gods were clear to everyone. The strongest rule over the lesser gods. Bes was now the strongest, but he knew, that if he would subject himself to ruling, that power would dwindle away.
No.
He had to destroy the one creature able to attack and destroy him. He was sure he'd win.