Sett turned to his brother too and dug into his pocket to retrieve the little golden bug that was the final piece of the puzzle that was my life.
"Ready?" He asked as he rose to his feet and I nodded.
Sett closed the gap between him and Horus and punched the scarab into Horus's chest but he didn't let go.
Not when Horus came back to life and not when he struggled against him, trying to swat Sett away, trying to take control of the situation and reclaim his power. He punched, he kicked, he growled and I felt each strike as if it were on me.
It didn't matter. Sett held on no matter what pain his brother inflicted on him. Even when an axe formed in Horus's hand, he didn’t let go despite the blood pouring down his nose and mouth painting his skin. Sett held on no matter what until Horus stilled as if suspended in time.
A thin layer of light appeared around Horus like a ghost one second and the next it dissipated, swallowed by the buzzing scarab on his chest.
Horus fell back and Sett yanked the scarab off him and stumbled back into my arms.
"Is it done?" I asked.
Sett turned to face me and nodded. Sweat and blood beaded his face. His eyes were puffy and purple. His nose broken. He could barely hold himself up. I welcomed him in my arms and set him down, before I ran my hand across his cheek.
"You did great, my love. You can rest now. I've got it," I said and Sett nodded.
His eyelids became heavier the more he blinked and I watched him like a hawk to make sure he was okay.
Just when I thought he was going to pass out, his eyes went wide at something behind me. I turned just in time to see Horus with the axe in his hand aimed right at me.
Before I could even react or breathe it flew off his hands and landed a few feet to my side, lodged in sand, then…
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The three loud sounds only made me more confused when Horus convulsed.
I watched the depowered god as one ring of blood appeared in his chest, then another and another. The color drained from his face just as if it were his life and he sank to his knees, finally giving me a view of the person behind him. Yaya stood there, shotgun in hand and a furrowed brow that was even more intense than when she was scolding Gene and me.
"Die, fucker. Die," she said and took a step toward us, pointed the shotgun at Horus's head again and shot him there just to be sure.
"Yaya!" I said, half in shock, half in awe and hugged her. "You saved us."
She rolled her eyes at me. "That's what yayas do."
I nodded and she ruffled my hair. "You're alive then."
I grimaced. "Uhm...yeah, I guess."
"I knew you'd be okay. You're strong, like me."
I guessed that was her way of telling me she loved me and she was glad I was okay, but then she pulled me into her arms and squeezed me so tight I almost had an asthma attack.
“That’s more like it,” I said, hugging her back.
Sett groaned and we both turned to him.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He tried to support himself, glaring at his dead brother on the sand. "A-axe," he said. "Axe."
I turned and looked at Horus's axe. I didn't need to be told twice.
I unwedged it off the floor, gripped it with both hands and told Yaya to step back.
"What are you doing? He's dead," she said.
