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The Ratings Game
Take my hand and come with me on a journey…a journey beyond the limits of the
imagination…beyond the limits of time and space…come with me and pierce the veil
between dimensions and see a world beyond reality…the planet Celestia. A place where
mysticism and superscience merge, twist and become one, the bewitching and bedazzled
through the gill-gates. Horus stifled a yawn as he waited in line to get past security.
Transport stations were a pain in the ass nowadays; at least since some Oceanic demigod
got all pissy about something and tried to flood all the coastal stations in Orientalia. He
lifted his bag and slung it over his shoulder as his seat assignment was called out.
Great, he thought, another tail seat. He knew all about how everyone thought it
was the safest place to sit in flight – but the smell was godsawful, especially if the flight
see the bone armature under the fleshtery. He adjusted the arterial lap-belt, like the
overhead sign told him to, and settled down to waiting. The bony ridges digging into his
back reminded him of just how much he loathed working for a company that always sent
The giant cyborg started to flap its wings as part of the pre-flight check. After a
few minutes, it started to move down the runway, its leg muscles pistoning as it ran to
gather speed for takeoff. With one last heave it lifted its giant body into the air and
pulled its landing legs up into its chest, slowly rising and banking towards the East.
Once they were in the air, Horus pressed the neural node for his seat and waited
for the attendant. He watched the succubus as she swished her hips down the aisle
towards him.
“Welcome, noble lord, may your passage be free of travails. Is there anything I
can get for you, sir? Blanket, pillow, drink…?” Her red lips were slightly parted as she
“No, just a small tumor for company, please.” He leaned towards her and lied.
She lowered her upper body, giving Horus a much better view of her six
mammaries. “Any particular species or gender you’d prefer, sir? We’re fully stocked
“Dog, male, Terran variety. Can I select tumor type and location also?”
“Of course, sir…”
A few minutes later, the attendant gave him a sealed package. Horus pulled the
orange tab on the side and pulled out the genetically-engineered canine prostatal tumor.
The vestigial tail wagged furiously as he ran his fingers over the mottled, hairless skin
and tickled the auditory lobes. Horus breathed deeply and sank into his seat…dog tumors
He got bored with it after an hour. Horus didn’t want to wait for the attendant to
come around and pick the tumor up so he just chucked it into the intestinal chute under
He reached into the overhead compartment and pulled out his attaché case. There
was a sealed gray envelope inside it and nothing else. It was stamped with the stylized
“N” logo of the Nergal Investigative Services Corporation and someone had added “For
Eyes Only” with a pen. Horus grunted and shook his head – that notation was never a
good omen.
And it sure wasn’t. It was a murder investigation. Not just any murder, mind
you, this was a juicy and scandalous one. Baldur, head of programming for CBC3, had
been found murdered in his office. Horus looked at the pictures of the crime scene –
ripped apart into about a million teensy pieces is more like it, he thought.
Horus closed the manila folder and leaned back, thinking. Murder was impossible
on Celestia, at least real murder was. It was possible to wound and kill any deity, but
regeneration always took care of things. It wasn’t quite as easy like the old days on
Terra, where they couldn’t be hurt at all. Dying could still be very painful, but you
regeneration, even after the standard two-day term. Horus thought that, considering the
state old Baldur was in, it would probably take all 48 hours for him to come back. Still,
there should have been something by this time. This was more than just worrisome – was
it possible that someone had figured out how to permanently kill a god?
There was something pecking at the back of his brain. There’d been a theory
once…yes, old Cit-Bolon-Tum, the Mayan medicine deity. He’d presented a paper
deity were dismembered and a critical body part was missing or kept separate from the
rest of the body. They’d laughed the old Mayan off the podium, but Horus couldn’t help
thinking that Cit-Bolon-Tum might just be having the last laugh after all.
He read the rest of the dossier. Baldur, known originally as Baldur the Brave, son
of Father Odin and head of programming for channel 3 of the Celestia Broadcasting
Corporation. The guy had been brilliant – CBC3 had been a perennial also-ran in the
ratings but Baldur had put in a string of shows that were smash hits. Everything from
“Tortures of the Rich and Famous of the Underworld” to “EDWF: Extreme Divine
Wrestling Federation”.
Horus stifled a laugh. Brilliant…right. How brilliant did you have to be to come
up with a string of cheap ‘reality’ shows that catered to all those base desires and lusts
that everyone seemed so against? From the crime scene shots, it looked like whoever did
it was really pissed off at Baldur or just didn’t have any qualms about dealing with Hel.
He kept reading. Interesting…he was working on a new show that was going to
knock CBC1’s “Who Wants To Be A Creator” out of its spot as the number one show on
Celestia. It looked like just another reality game show, except that where WWTBC gave
the winner a planet to be the God of, the new show was going to use some kind of
advanced technology that would actually generate a new parallel universe that would
There was a list of possible suspects – business partners and/or rivals, discarded
lovers, envious family members. Now that’s what I call fertile ground, thought Horus as
he looked at the list of surviving relatives. The Asgardians were known for partying
hard, dying well and keeping a grudge alive past all pretense of reason. Thor, Loki,
Baldur, Hod…just remembering all the trouble they caused on Terra made Horus’ teeth
hurt. Pretty impressive, too, considering there were no teeth in his falcon beak.
Baldur had plenty of enemies in CBC, also. The guy had trampled on a lot of toes
on his way up. The old head of programming for CBC3, for starters. Horus wasn’t
surprised to see that it was none other than trickster Loki himself. The Eye flashed and
Horus frowned.
He still remembered the day his father Osiris had given him the Eye, to guide his
path and show him where evil lay. The flash he got when he thought of Loki wasn’t
exactly a guarantee of his guilt, but it sure made him a prime suspect. Damn his horns,
flight would be landing in less than thirty minutes. Horus returned the envelope to his
case and put it all back in the overhead compartment. He hated taking off and landing in
these giant cyborg beasts – he could never forget all those reports he’d read about how
those were always the most dangerous points of a flight. It was at times like these that he
#####
The lilting sound of a plucked harp filled the dining room. The dinner guests
were getting excited – it was almost time for everyone’s favorite show and they all
They ran to the living room, elbowing each other as they all tried to sit down and
get their receptor glands connected to the receiving terminal when the broadcast began.
They all sat back, letting the images flood their sensory receptors until the
telepresence was fully realized, a gorgeous 3-D presentation that gave them the perfect
“Goooood evening, ladies and gentlemen! It’s 8 PM, Standard Celestian Time,
Who….Wants….To Be….A….CREATOR!!!!!”
“Hello, everyone, I’m Heracles, your ever-lovin’, ever-livin’ host! Thank you for
letting us into your collective consciousness so we can bring you the finest entertainment
in all of Celestia! So, with no wasting of time, here are tonight’s contestants! Will you
“Hello, Heracles! It’s so good to be back with you and our fine, fine viewing
audience for another episode of “Who Wants To Be A Creator”…I had fun filling in for
Pandora on “Pandora & Ishtar: The Mortal Life” but it’s sure good to be back on my old
stomping grounds! Now, with no more delays, here’s our first contestant:
He’s a Slavic fertility deity who enjoys wine, a roaring fireplace and long walks
on the beach…Ladies and Gentlemen, say hello to Sventovit of the Four Faces!”
“Yes!”
“Well, we’re all here to have a good time, so just relax and have fun! Our next
contestant hails from Asgard, she’s tall, blonde, gorgeous, and deadly…Ladies and
“Hi, Baron…”
“Hi, Sam!”
“That’s better, we’re all friends here, aren’t we folks? Yes, indeed we are! Now,
let’s go over the rules of our game! Follow me to the Big Board!”
Horus turned away from the observation window. The new telepresence
incantations were amazing, in a strictly sensory way, but that’s not what he’d come to
see. Besides, there was something really unnatural about the way the test audience was
thrashing and foaming during the broadcast. What really creeped him out was that none
of the technicians monitoring this test seemed to think the reaction was unusual.
Someone coughed discreetly off to the side. Horus turned and saw a being with
the body of a man and the head of an owl. Not all that odd, considering Horus had the
head of a falcon. “Hail, My Lord Horus! How can this lowly one be of assistance?”
“Hello, Muan. Cut out the ‘my lord’ stuff…we’re not on Terra anymore,
remember?”
“Old habits die hard, my friend. Still, my question does stand…why the visit,
chum?”
“Yes, Muan, the Dark One has hired me to look into this. I don’t have time to
Horus looked at Muan, raising his eyebrows and pointing to the door. Muan, true
to his Aztec demon messenger roots, was now working as the executive assistant to
CBC3’s head of programming…who was now, of course, very dead. Horus thought
about how long it had been since he and Muan had actually sat down and talked like, you
“It was. Sometimes I wish we could just fly on our own like we used to on
Terra…”
“Yeah, and you still can. Me, on the other hand…you know, every time I
remember that I get ticked off. Just how did Yahweh win that stupid game show of
yours, anyway?”
Muan’s smile disappeared. “There was a rumor the whole thing was rigged.
“If NIS did, they didn’t call me. Besides, I thought the Dharmapalas took care of
“You know, the rumors also said there was some type of family intrigue
involved.” Muan stopped in front of a set of oversized double doors and knocked
heard Loki is pushing to get his old job back, but Dilwica has it in the interim.”
Muan opened the doors and announced “Lord Horus is here to see you, Lady
Dilwica.” Horus heard a sweet feminine voice answer the old demon “Send that old bird
in, Muan.”
Muan waved him in. Horus walked into the large office, feet sinking into the
plush carpeting. Dilwica got up from behind the dark wooden executive desk and walked
up to greet him, her chestnut hair cascading down her front and bouncing with her
breasts. Horus stuck his right hand out but she batted it away and gave him a hug instead.
Dilwica had always been the affectionate type, even if they were divorced now.
“Good to see you also, my sweet Slavic huntress. Just wish it were under better
circumstances.”
“I got the official investigation notice from NIS this morning. I didn’t know you
“I’m still technically in his debt, so I have to. He did find and return my Eye, and
“I know, but he’s just so…disgusting. Let’s talk of other things…tell me, old
called me in. The Ruling Council’s slapped a gag order over the whole investigation,
they’re trying to keep the whole thing under wraps…so how did you know about it?”
Dilwica’s lips parted in a wide, sensuous smile. “I have my sources, old bird.
Besides, this is just too big a story to keep secret. Hummm…any chance I could build a
miniseries or a special around it? A camera crew following Lord Horus as you bravely
investigate a murder that could reach all the way to the Ruling Council? You know, the
ratings would be unreal – we might even get higher numbers than WWTBC! What do
“No. Dilwica, this is a state secret. You’re not supposed to know anything about
The Slavic hunting goddess pulled away from hawk-headed Horus and stared at
Horus looked at his ex-wife tenderly. “It’s worse, darling, and I want you to stay
out of it.”
She walked back and sat down behind her desk. “All right, then how can I help?”
Horus frowned as he thought. “I’ll need a few hours alone in Baldur’s office to
run my forensic analysis. Make sure that it stays sealed until I get there. I’ll know more
shows you still care. I’ll make sure your requests are taken care of.”
Horus had walked to the desk and was now standing behind the seated Dilwica.
He placed his hands on her soft white shoulders...the touch of her skin brought back
memories of better times. “Thank you, dearest. It’s a dangerous affair to get involved
“Keep me informed?”
#####
The office had been locked and sealed for the last three and a half days. The last
person inside had been Muan, who ran out of there almost as soon as he’d turned on the
overhead lights. Seeing your boss splattered into a million bloody pieces will do that to
you.
Horus adjusted his Eye. Almost eighty hours after Baldur’s body was found, it
was difficult to use the temporal retrieval circuitry to see much farther back than 30 hours
or so. He shook his head – it just wasn’t back far enough to give him anything useful.
Horus started scanning the room for all biological traces. The bloody evidence of
Baldur’s death was everywhere, but Horus was looking for a sign of somebody that
wasn’t Baldur.
Horus adjusted the scanning beam generated by his wrist console. It could be
difficult to sort the specific genetic markers for each deity. This was delicate work, and
Horus had to concentrate. He covered each wall, but first he had to deactivate the
empathic coloration detector that adjusted the color of the wall to the occupant’s
emotional state.
Once the walls were in their semi-opaque default mode the scanning went a little
easier. Still, it took hours for Horus to do each wall, the floor, the rug, the pad under the
rug, the windows that looked out on the multi-colored sky, the desk, the underside of the
Horus took out a handkerchief and wiped his brow. The office was hot and
stuffy, but he couldn’t open the windows or activate the ventilation system. He couldn’t
After stepping out and drinking a glass of water, Horus looked at the scan results
again. There was something definitely wrong – the total mass of biological matter in the
office wasn’t enough to fully account for all of Baldur. It seemed to be about ten to
twelve pounds short. There was some other matter, but it was a small percentage and the
markers showed that it came from deities like Muan, Dilwica, and Loki.
The Eye flashed again at that name. The trickster’s name kept coming up, much
too frequently. Horus was thinking to himself that Loki would be his next visit when he
Kauket of Chaos, ruler of the dark pit. She was also his cousin, two or three times
removed. There’d been stories that she was working for Hel nowadays, keeping the
minions of Evil organized and working together. There was also a story that she was
She was also the bitch that made his childhood on Terra miserable. Kauket was
one of his uncle Set’s minions. Horus’ right hand moved to the Eye – he’d paid a heavy
price to defeat the uncle who had murdered his father, Great Osiris. If Kauket had
No, he thought, don’t let that old anger control you. Self-control is a tough goal,
but it’s imperative for a deity. Back on Terra, getting too mad could end up causing an
earthquake or a volcanic eruption. Celestia wasn’t their home planet – none of the deities
had the deep empathic connection with Celestia that they had with Terra but their
that’s better. He looked at the rest of the scan results. Baldur’d been a very busy boy – it
looked like half the female population of Celestia had been in his office at one time or
another. That was another avenue to investigate – since Baldur loved women and wasn’t
above going after another’s mate Horus was sure there’d be a long list of cuckolded
husbands and jilted lovers to go through. Then again, he thought, bed-hopping is pretty
Dilwica. It was time to go see Loki, but Horus had one important stop still to make.
######
Horus stepped out of the CBC Headquarters building and into the blinding light of
the double suns of Celestia. He hailed a levitating taxicab that was streaking a few feet
above his head. It stopped and descended slightly – Horus opened the door and jumped
The fire elemental tipped his hat. “Yessir, Odin’s Grill, know just where it is.
Whoa, ya jerkoff…watch where yer flyin’!” He shook his fist and shot a small fireball at
It was lunchtime and Horus’ stomach was growling and making rumbling noises.
Loki might be there, he thought…cheap bastard’s rich but still scamming lunch from his
dad. He didn’t relish a public encounter with the trickster at this point in his
investigation, but it might be a quick way to put the whole thing to bed. Besides, he
Horus laced his fingers behind his head and stretched his legs…there were three
things you had to remember about Odin’s Grill: old man Odin served the best steak in
Celestia, the bar served the most awesome Valhallan mead Horus’d ever tasted, and don’t
grab the serving girls unless you wanted old man Odin to knock out a few of your teeth
lunch and Father Osiris only knew how much work he had to get done. Besides, it was
only basic politeness to go there and give his condolences to old man Odin. His favorite
Horus looked out the window of the cab as it flew him to his lunch. The
kaleidoscopic sky wasn’t as pretty as the blue of Terra’s…he missed the homeworld,
billions of miles away and under the thumb of a deity some considered senile. His gaze
went down, looking at the buildings on the ground. With the new empathic coloration
circuits on the walls, they all looked like giant candy-colored gelatin molds. Horus
laughed as he thought that all they needed was a good push to start wiggling and jiggling.
“Umm…we’re here, noble lord.” The cab driver had pulled over and down in
front of the oddest building in the city. Horus got out, paid the fire elemental and stood
First, there was the bridge. It wasn’t a physical bridge; it was more like Odin had
given form and solidity to the misty rain, twisted it into a rainbow and used it to forge the
bridge. It caught the light of the suns and sparkled back in a riotous cavalcade of colors,
He grabbed the railing and got on the bridge. The automated walkway took him
up and around the Grand Curve, right to the front door of a stone castle whose walls
seemed to lose themselves somewhere in the mists of the upper atmosphere. Two
massive golden doors were open, with a tall blonde wearing a sword and a metal bikini as
the maître’d.
Horus adjusted his tie and smiled. “Hello, Herfy!”
She beamed a gigantic smile at Horus, but her eyes weren’t smiling as she leaned
forward and whispered to him “It’s ‘Herfjötur’…call me that again in public and I’ll turn
Horus wasn’t surprised by her reaction. She might look like an over-muscled
beach bunny in that metal bikini…but he also remembered her as Herfjötur the Valkyrie,
Fetter of the Armies of Valhalla and a mighty sword maiden of Father Odin. It was just
tough to remember her like that when so much of her threatened to spill out of that bikini.
Before she could react, Horus reached out and hugged her. “It’s so sweet of you
“Since the Slavic witch you married walked in on us, you mean?”
“Are you still upset about that? Really, my dear, you should know by now-“
“What? That I was just another notch for you? And don’t bother denying it…
“That’s not technically true, dear…Mother Freyja never gave you my messages!”
A small crowd was gathering, attracted by the volume of their voices and the
possibility of a real, actual showdown between two deities. Horus saw a big hammer
held up high by someone with a lot of hair coming to the doors. “Great…here comes that
brother of yours!”
“Sister! Is this miscreant – oh, it’s you, Horus…” The tall, blonde Viking
wearing a winged helmet and carrying an epic-sized hammer stared at the Egyptian with
narrowed eyes.
“Insolent son of the desert! Were we not standing here, where the sacred laws of
hospitality protect thy feathery carcass, I would cleave thy beak in twain!”
Horus tried to stifle his laugh. “What, didn’t I give you a complete etiquette
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Herfjötur placed a hand on each of their chests.
“Boys, behave yourselves or I’ll have to call Dad. I mean it, Thor. You’re sweet,” she
said as she got on her tiptoes to kiss her brother’s cheek, “but I can handle this old bird,
big brother.”
Thor pointed at his eyes and back at Horus. “Sister, I will not have him
disrespect-“
She smiled at him. “Oh, shush, you! You know how much I love bantering with
him…”
He lifted his hammer and rested it on his shoulder before stomping off and
turned back to Horus. “Look, I’m done with you…do you have a reservation? The lunch
“And what else, Horus? He’s left orders he doesn’t want to see anyone…he’s in
That could take some time, thought Horus. The last time Baldur was killed, back
on Terra, Odin held a funeral banquet that ran for a full week. “Look, I don’t want to
intrude in his moment of grief but I really need to talk to him. Don’t look at me that way
– I’m here to pay my respects to one of the Elders on the death of his son. That’s it, I
swear.”
“That better be it, Horus. Dad’s in a really bad way and I’m worried about him.”
Horus grunted noncommittally as he followed her to Odin’s private banquet room on the
10th floor. He hated lying to her, more or less, but he had to talk to the old man.
She took him into the private VIP-only elevator. When they stepped out, she led
him down a long and darkened hallway to a set of tall wooden doors carved with barbaric
“WHADDA YA WANT?”
She bit her lip. Horus thought she was about to cry. “Daddy, please open the
door…”
They both heard heavy footsteps approaching the doors. Both wooden doors flew
open with such force they almost tore off their hinges. An older man stood there, panting
heavily and staring at them. His right eye was gone and he had two crows with him, one
perched on each shoulder. He stood ramrod straight, his heavy fur cloak reaching from
his shoulders to the floor, his one good eye red-rimmed from his grief.
“Daughter, you intrude upon my sadness…you better not be here just on some
Horus stepped forward and knelt before Odin. “Stay thy wrath, Father Odin.
Your daughter is blameless in this. I bring condolences both from my father and myself,
mighty Elder…”
“Horus, my boy!” Odin crushed him in his embrace and Horus could smell the
alcoholic mead on his breath. “It’s been too long since my eye has seen you or your
father, little bird…Daughter! Have we forgotten how to treat a guest in my hall? Mead
and meat, quickly now!” One oversized hand closed around his bicep and pulled Horus
forward.
“Come, my boy, sit, sit…how are your parents, Osiris and Isis? I remember
holding you when you were born…those were happier days back on Terra, weren’t they?
Mead! More mead, I say! Damn your eyes, can no one-oh, thank you, daughter…”
Odin grabbed the gigantic horn from Herfjötur’s hands, spilling some of the mead and
swallowing most of the rest in one mighty gulp. He balled his fist and struck his chest,
his horn. “Both my parents are in good health, Lord Odin. Their hearts, however, have
Odin lowered his head. “Baldur was a brave lad indeed, Horus…I miss him
terribly, you know. He was the best, the best of my sons…” His fist struck the table,
making all the silverware jump at least an inch in the air. There was a flash of light from
Odin’s eye as he looked at Horus. “Why did it have to be him, Horus? Why did it have
to be my boy?”
“Back to working for the Dark One, eh? It’s good to see one of your generation
that understands debts must be repaid, no matter what. I know that the vengeance of
Asgard will fall on the head of whoever has done this, and it will be by your hand…”
“Only partially, young one. Many of us still remember the justice you dealt your
uncle…harsh and terrible, true, but no more than Set deserved. Avenger you were named
by the Lady Urd, she who spins the fate of gods and men. It is a role you are destined to
Horus heard Odin’s words and winced inwardly. He thought he’d left the
Avenger tag behind on Earth, something over and done with after he settled with his
perfidious uncle Set. But if it was his fate, then so be it. He remembered something his
father had told him once, about how a man or a god could run all they wanted but it
would avail them nothing because the skein of their life had been weaved long before
they were born. If fate says that you will die today, then nothing you can do will change
it; best to face it with a smile on your lips and a sword in your hand than to try and outrun
Horus sipped his mead-horn again. “Mighty Odin, there is a delicate matter I
Odin fed a piece of meat to one of his crows as he stared and nodded at Horus. “It
you Egyptians are always trying to be sly and clever when you don’t need to be. And
don’t be surprised I call it ‘murder’; I know Baldur cannot regenerate although none can
tell me why…” His voice trailed off as a tear fell from his one eye.
Horus told him of the paper the Mayan medicine god had presented and the theory
of aborted regeneration by exclusion. He also told Odin about what his scans of Baldur’s
office had found. There was a flash from Odin’s one good eye. “It’s true then. Someone
finally figured it out. That’s why the Council called on Nergal and why the Dark One
called on you, Horus. But you have more to tell me, don’t you, the true reason you
came.”
“Uncle, it’s true that I’m not here just to offer condolences. There is something I
of your suspicions and I will tell you the right and wrong of it. Then you can go and
leave this old man with his tears and his memories…”
Herfjötur was right; Odin was in a bad way. Horus found it hard to believe that
Odin could only stir himself to offer advice; when Baldur was killed on Terra Odin flew
into a towering rage and had to be restrained from ripping Hod and Loki limb from limb.
“Forgive me, uncle, but you must know this. Right now, my Eye tells me the
The sunlight streaming in thru the windows fled, replaced by dark storm clouds
and the rumble of lightning. The crows on Odin’s shoulders squawked and fled to the
rafters. Darkness gathered around Odin, almost like a thundercloud forming over his
head. Still seated, he seemed to grow and stretch before Horus…as an Elder, Odin could
“You will ne’er again refer to him as the fruit of my issue! Never again! Damn
him, damn him to all eternity! Why did I ever agree take him into my household and call
him my son? He’s ne’er been aught but the venomous snake that I clasped to my
bosom…” Odin’s fists smashed onto the table, shattering it and sending mead-horns and
platters of beef crashing onto the floor. He shuddered once as his head sank down once
more. “Oh, my Baldur…it’s my weakness that has caused your death…my darling
boy…”.
Horus had never seen any of the Elders like this. “Uncle, I’m sorry that I’ve
caused you even more pain with my news. Maybe it’s best if I-“
Odin took a long, ragged breath. “No, little bird, do not leave. As the head of the
Asgardian clan, I hereby claim the right to assign my own avengers and declare what
punishment the trickster shall face. The Council will acknowledge my rights,” he said to
“NO!” Odin’s roaring answer pushed Horus back. “When you have captured
him, you shall bring him to me for MY justice! You shall not go alone, either. Long ago,
in your hour of need you appealed to me for help…as I aided you then, I shall aid you
now. I cannot assign your cousin Vali to help you once more, but there is another…”
Oh no, thought Horus, not him, please. “I shall send Mighty Thor with you,
Horus, to serve as your friend and ally in this. I see that he shall be your shield, little
bird…”
“But nothing! That is my final word, Horus. You will need Thor before the end,
even if you only see him as a feckless youth…now go. Leave me to mourn my son and
to pray you are right and he can return…” Horus couldn’t believe his eyes. Odin was
crying, his burning tears making little sizzling sounds as they fell on the broken pieces of
shall be done as you have said. I will go forth with Thor and we will bring Loki back to
Odin did not respond, except by the barest nod of his shaggy head. He turned his
back on Horus, dismissing him from his hall. Horus got up and walked towards the
Without a word, she opened the doors and escorted him out. As soon as the doors
were closed and they stood alone in the hallway, her hand shot out and slapped Horus.
He flew back and slammed against the doors, rubbing his cheek.
“You’re a lying bastard, Horus. I don’t ever want to see you again.” The valkyrie
towered over him, her fists clenched at her sides, as she snarled at him.
Horus got up, brushed off some dirt from his jacket and adjusted his tie. “Sorry,
doll, but by your father’s orders you’ll have to deal with me one more time. We can give
“Just get out! Thor is downstairs waiting for you…here’s your damn elevator!”
Horus made an ancient and mystical sign with his finger as the elevator doors
closed.
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Thor was waiting by the main entrance. He grunted in Horus’ general direction as
he saw the Egyptian coming. “Let’s get this over with, bird. I don’t like your company
Horus looked at Thor and just shook his head. “We’re both under orders. I know
“I know mine also, and it’s keeping your feathery ass in one piece so you can
He didn’t bother to see if Thor was following. They both stepped off at the garage level,
before they reached the sidewalk. Thor walked towards a large and sleek chariot-like
vehicle that had two gigantic, genetically engineered goats yoked to the front. “We’re
taking my car.”
The Egyptian wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Don’t you ever wash your pets?”
“No, I just don’t like riding in something that smells like a toilet.”
“Then let’s take yours…oh, wait, I forgot. You’re a flyer that never learned how
to drive!”
Horus snapped his beak at Thor in anger. “You always were an ass, Thor…what
the hell do you have against me, anyway? We got along pretty well back on Terra!”
who’d only risen to be an Underworld tour guide. Wasn’t he Herfy’s kid, he thought…
Thor grabbed the front of Horus’ shirt, lifted him off the floor and slammed him
into the side of the chariot. “You really are a jerkoff, Horus…don’t you know yet why
Horus’ Eye flashed, sending a beam of sunlight directly into Thor’s chest. The
Viking grunted and released Horus. The Egyptian looked at him angrily. “What the hell
“For a guy who thinks he’s so smart, you’re being really dense! You got my little
sister pregnant and then you skipped out on her as soon as your wife found out…which
reminds me, you’re also a liar ‘cause you told her you were single!”
Horus stared at Thor as it dawned on him…Duamutef was his son with Herfjötur.
“Are you telling me Duamutef is my…oh man…she…she never told me. I didn’t know,
honest. Thor, we’ve known each other literally since forever. If she’d just told me…”
“Maybe because you never came back. Maybe because you never bothered to
ask, either.” They both stood by the side of the chariot, staring at each other. Thor
looked at Horus with a sour expression on his face as he entered the chariot. Horus
leaned against the side of the vehicle, trying to digest what had just happened.
“I’m a Dad” he whispered to himself. Again, his conscience added. Horus shook
his head – he didn’t have time to deal with this. He’d talk with Herfy later. Loki was his
reins that connected to the brains of his goats and shook them. The giant goats reared up
and pawed the air, their heads almost crashing into the roof of the garage. Their bleating
was deafening, even inside the chariot, as they made their way to the departure ramp.
Thor held the reins loosely as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Horus
coughed lightly and eased closer to the window. The silence stretched out, becoming like
a physical obstacle between them. Occasionally, one of them looked as if he were about
The goats picked up speed going up the ramp and leaped into the air. Their
hooves beating on empty air, they climbed and turned westward. It would take about an
hour to get to Loki’s personal tower after crossing the Golden Desert. Horus’ tongue
flicked out and licked the sides of his beak – this was going to be a long flight.
It was about fifteen minutes into their silent flight when they ran into interference.
Thor spotted it first – a sleek open-canopied sled flyer, fast and maneuverable, closing in
fast and coming in on a collision course. “Horus, who the hell is that?”
Horus looked at the monitor. “No idea, but…all black, no identifying beacon, no
The chariot lurched and dipped as the sled raked it with machine gun fire. Thor
gritted his teeth as he pulled hard on the reins, trying to control the chariot. “One of your
exes?”
Horus didn’t laugh. “Doesn’t this tub of yours have any firepower?”
The sled had dived to fire on their chariot and was now beneath them, turning and
climbing for another run. Thor’s chariot, heavier and slower, turned away and tried to
put some distance between them. He threw the reins to Horus as he opened the side
canopy and leaned out. “You forget who you’re riding with, birdie!”
Thor whirled his hammer, Mjollnir, over his head and let it fly. Horus was
impressed – the thing flew and turned like a heatseekeer, smiting the tail of the sled and
sending it to the ground with tail spinning and smoke pouring out. “Take us down,
“Now you sound like the old days…yeah, let’s go down and kick some ass!”
The chariot came in hard and fast for a landing. The goats touched ground,
jumped and touched ground again. The chariot lurched and bounced, sending Horus
The Egyptian rubbed the side of his head. “Ahhh…where’d you learn how to
land?”
Horus punched Thor in the arm, somewhat playfully. Thor punched him back,
harder. Horus threw another punch, and Thor responded. In a matter of seconds, they
were both rolling on the ground, yelling insults, punching and kicking each other.
Horus headbutted Thor, sending him sprawling to the ground. The Viking sprang
up and landed a right hook on his beak that sent the Egyptian flying two feet into the air.
Their fight continued, two deities standing toe to toe and beating each other almost to a
pulp as the suns of Celestia moved across the sky and the day flew by.
Both of them stood there, by the side of the chariot and with the smoking remains
of the flyer a few feet away. Thor had a cut over his eyebrow, blood covering the side of
his face. Horus wiped the side of his beak and stared at the blood on his hands from
Thor’s round house punch. He spat a bloody mess and laughed at Thor. “Well, you’re
Thor wiped his brow. “And you still don’t know how to sidestep a round house
left…”
They were both breathing heavily, trying to recover. Horus waved a hand at what
was left of the flyer. “So, you wanna maybe check that out?”
Thor took a long pull from his hip flask and offered it to Horus, who did the same.
“Yeah, what the hell…we don’t have anything else to do, right?”
The Egyptian reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief that he
handed to Thor. He wiped the blood from the side of his face and returned it to Horus,
who used the other corner of the handkerchief to wipe the blood from the side of his
beak. Horus folded it and held it up. “Brothers by blood and brothers by soul.”
Thor frowned for a second. “Brothers by blood and brothers by soul.” The two
deities looked at each other and clasped each others’ forearm. Horus’ arm stole behind
Thor’s back and pressed his shoulder while the Viking did the same.
“I’ll do right by your sister and our son. You have my word as bond of that.”
Thor smiled. “I never understood why Herfy didn’t want to tell you, you know.
It wasn’t all your fault…she’s a grownup too and she knew what she was doing. You
They both ran to the smoking remains of the flyer. They heard a dry chuckle as a
dark feminine silhouette emerged, a black hole in the shape of a woman, a shape Horus
knew.
The being named Kauket of Chaos sat on the ground. “Regeneration can be a real
bitch sometimes…I’ve had to lie there for hours and listen to you two idiots go thru your
Horus grabbed her and yanked her to her feet. “What are you doing here? Who
sent you?”
“What, aren’t you going to tie me up for a while? I thought you liked that
game…”
Thor’s grip on Mjollnir grew tighter. “Just give me ten minutes alone with her,
“Oh, finally got over that ‘Thor the Minuteman’ problem the other girls told me
about?”
Thor yelled out a curse as Horus held him back. Kauket was almost rolling on the
ground with laughter. “Thor! Get a grip, man…I’ll make her talk!”
The Viking squirmed in Horus’ grasp. “Then get started, damn it, before Mjollnir
Horus released him and stepped back. He turned to Kauket who still sat there,
looking at both with amused contempt. “You will answer my questions, cousin…who
Kauket bared her teeth and spat at him. “Do your worst, little shitbird…you’re
What the hell did she mean by that, he thought. Horus adjusted his Eye. A beam
of bright sunlight came from it, bathing Kauket in its brilliance. She turned away but
Horus’ will held her there as the black shape began to smoke. Kauket began to make
“Damn you, Kauket…answer me! Who sent you here and why?”
“You…think…this…hurts? It…hurts…so…gooood…”
Horus swore one more time and adjusted the intensity of his Eye’s beam.
Kauket’s form was covered by a golden brilliance that could not mask her increasing
pain. The ruler of the Dark Pit of Chaos squirmed and arched her back trying to escape
Dad!”
Thor tapped Horus on the shoulder. “She’s getting off on the beam…it’s not
working!”
“Wait.”
“I said wait!”
Thor pursed his lips and walked away. Horus took a step closer to Kauket. Her
entire body was smoking, little tendrils of flame starting to light up. She squirmed and
“No dice. Give me a name and I’ll turn off the beam; that’s as far as I’ll go until
She spat it out. Thor and Horus looked at each other in surprise. Horus made a
disgusted noise as he switched his beam and walked away. Kauket’s laughter was cut
They both climbed back into the chariot and took off. Thor lit up another
cigarette and offered one to Horus, who waved him off. “I think she’s right, Thor…we’re
too late.”
######
development later that day. The flight, which should only have taken one hour at most,
had taken up most of the day, what with Kauket and the unfinished business between
The big Viking’s chariot barreled and crashed heavily onto the parking ramp,
striking sparks and sending small chunks of concrete flying. It turned and skidded to a
halt, the giant goats that pulled it falling all over each other and almost making the whole
thing overturn.
A big furry boot kicked the crushed door open, and both of them emerged. A
little the worse for wear, clothing torn and blood-stained, Horus and Thor waited while
the parking cherub came to them. That’s not what happened, though.
A puff of smoke and the pluck of a harp announced the arrival of Accla-Larentia,
a very old Roman deity who now owned and operated all commercial parking facilities
on Celestia. She was tall and blonde, but it seemed to Horus that her makeup was layered
on a little too thick and that her roots didn’t look all that golden. “Hold, ruffians! How
dare you enter with such – oh, it’s you, Thor! Give your Larie a hug…you bad boy, you
Horus stifled a laugh as the aging deity practically threw herself at Thor who
could only give her a sickly smile and try to avoid her embrace. “Hi, ah…Larie! I
thought I did call you, but hey! You know how things can get sometimes…love to stay
and chat but Horus and I’ve got to go…I’ll call you, oh, how about next week
sometime?”
She pouted and batted her eyelashes at the Viking. “You’re so cruel, you big
muscular Viking…here I am, pining away for love of you while you’re gallivanting all
over Celestia…probably romancing all the pretty girls you see! Isn’t that right, Horus?”
Horus had effectively tuned her out. He just wanted Thor to get rid of her so they
could get their job done. “Huh? I’m sorry…Thor, we have to go. My lady, we don’t
They left Accla-Larentia standing there, calling after them as they both walked
away. Thor could hear her plaintively calling out and telling him to call her. He looked
at Horus and rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the assist back there.”
Thor sighed. “I met her at some party that Mom threw for Brunnhilde. Kriemhild
introduced us, we went out a couple of times, that was it! Don’t laugh – I’ve seen some
They were at the elevator banks. Horus checked his notes – Loki lived all the
doors closed with a slight pneumatic hiss. He looked at Thor and tried to straighten what
was left of his tie. “Too bad we didn’t get a chance to change into something decent.”
“Doesn’t matter. He’s going to crap his pants when he sees us, anyway.”
Thor’s grip on his hammer tightened. Horus could see it in the Viking’s eyes, the
beginning of that berserker fury that got them both in so much trouble when they were
“He’ll get him alive and still able to talk, even if it’s just barely...”
The elevator reached the 145th floor. They stepped out of the elevator cab into a
thickly-carpeted hallway decorated, tastelessly in Horus’ eyes, with Southwestern art that
complemented the soft pastel colors of carpet and walls. He smiled when he saw the
grimace of distaste on Thor’s face. “Boy, your brother’s taste sure i-“
“I know. His taste sucks. Nobody in the family knows where he gets it from,
either. One more thing – he’s not my brother, not even a half-brother…he’s just a
Horus could tell Thor’s mood wasn’t getting any better. They reached the double
doors that led to Loki’s penthouse. The Egyptian stood to one side and Thor stood on the
opposite side as Horus knocked. “Loki, open the door. It’s Horus with Thor and we’re
here to question you regarding the death of Baldur.” He knocked again. “We have
orders from the Council and Lord Odin, Loki. Open the door.”
Silence. Thor started to lift Mjollnir. “Loki, open the damn door now before I
Horus made a waving motion with his hand, signaling Thor to stop. “Loki,
Kauket talked. There’s no point to this…open the door and we can help you!”
Thor frowned and lifted the hair from his face. “Screw this…” Mjollnir struck
the wooden doors, splintering and cracking them, pieces of wood flying all around as the
doorway collapsed.
Horus coughed and waved his arms, trying to move the dust away from his face.
Thor didn’t wait – he charged into the room with Mjollnir in the air, ready to beat down
The Egyptian heard three shots being fired, the sound muffled into a soft ‘pffftt’
by the silencer. Thor swayed for a second as he looked at the bright red stains on his
chest. “Aw shi…” He collapsed, face forward, like a mighty redwood falling in the
forest.
thought. “Stop shooting! The Council has the building surrounded…the only way you’re
A small voice came from inside. “Horus, I just put three bullets in Thor’s chest.
By my calculation, that should keep him out of the way for about three hours. I want you
to put your hands up and enter the room slowly, please. Now.”
Horus stepped over what was left of the doors and entered the penthouse. It was
the main receiving room, with Loki sitting on the couch. Except that Loki was sitting
there headless, the blood still slowly pumping out thru the veins in his neck and
The Egyptian looked at the owl-headed deity standing behind the couch and
Muan tried to wipe some of the clotted gore that stained the front of his tunic. He
held his head high as he looked at Horus. “For something you’ll never understand…love,
Horus. All I ever wanted to do was to serve and help him, you know. Sonofabitch…”
Horus took one step closer. “Let me help you, then. Tell me what happened,
“I did it all for him, you know. All! It wasn’t fair, what they did to him, he didn’t
de…he didn’t deserve it, any of it! But when I told him, he…he”
“It’s all right, Muan. Take a deep breath…take your time, old friend.”
It took a while for Muan to get the story out. It was the usual story of unrequited
love and twisted passion, a story older than Horus himself. Yes, he was the one who
arranged for Baldur’s murder. Muan hated him because Baldur had built his career by
stealing Loki’s programming ideas and finally his job. Tired of seeing his boss and lover
treated that way, Muan contacted Kauket and hired her for the hit. He’d recently run
across a report from an old medical conference and that gave him the idea to have Kauket
Horus nodded. His Eye hadn’t flashed at Loki’s name because of his guilt; the
Eye had been trying to tell him that Loki, innocent or not, was the motive for the crime.
Muan shot an angry look at Horus. “Of course not! But I knew he wanted Baldur
out of the way…wouldn’t you, if your brother stole everything you ever had?”
Muan laughed. “All I had to do was get Kauket to show some interest in him…
Baldur was such a slut. I arranged for Kauket to meet him in his office after everyone
was gone for the day. He thought he was getting laid but all he did was give a little
head!” His laughter grew louder and higher, edging towards hysteria as spittle flew from
his beak.
Horus took another step closer. “Why did you send her after us?”
“I knew you’d figure it out. You’re too damn smart for your own good. She
couldn’t take you both but I figured she’d slow you down and give me time to tell
“You mean tell Loki and get away, right?” He edged a little closer to Muan.
Horus still had his hands up. Muan, one hand still clutching an old Terran Luger,
fell to his knees. His chest hitched up as he tried to catch his breath and talk. “He…he
pushed me away! He told me to get the hell away from him! I kept telling him that I
love him, we can still get away and be together…sonofabitch laughed at me!” The gun
slipped from his fingers as he cradled Loki’s head on his lap. “Why’d you laugh at me,
Horus saw his chance. As Lord of Sun and Moon back on Terra, he had some
power over them in the old days. Nowadays, however, it was mostly the advanced
technology built into the circuitry of his artificial eye that let him use a semblance of his
old powers. He could generate a beam of sunlight or project a shroud of darkness. It’s
He spoke the key-phrase that made his subconscious generate whatever energy it
used to activate the shroud. It was a cloud of darkness that seemed to boil out from his
Eye and shoot across the room to Muan. Before the Aztec demon could react, he found
himself trapped in an endless abyss of absolute blackness, a void where there was not a
speck of light.
“Horus! Horus, you bastard, what have you done!” Muan rolled helplessly on the
floor. He couldn’t see a damned thing, even though he could still feel his beloved’s head
on his lap.
Horus jumped towards Muan and grabbed the Luger that was still lying right next
to him. He was about to bring it down on Muan’s head when he heard a low moan
coming from Loki’s head. With a cry of disgust, the Egyptian used the butt of the gun to
his lap. Horus could see the mouth slowly opening and closing, the eyes rolling and
He lifted the demon up and threw him onto a chair. He ripped the tunic Muan
wore and used the strips to tie him to the chair. He used his foot to move Loki’s head as
close to his body as he could without using his hands. He then filled a glass from the
The Aztec coughed and shook his head. Horus stood in front of him, glowering.
Muan’s eyes were bloodshot and unfocused. “Screw you. Why should I tell you?
“I lied. There’re no Council security troopers outside, and I’m not taking you to
the Council. Lord Odin wants a long and very private audience with you. I don’t know
what he’s got planned for you – he was expecting Loki, but I’m sure that whatever long
and painful unpleasantry he was going to inflict on the trickster can be easily adapted to
you.”
Horus saw fear cross Muan’s eyes. “No, please, don’t give me to Odin! Please!”
“Then tell me where Baldur’s head is! I don’t know what the old man’s going to
do to you, but he may stay his hand if I can bring back his son! Tell me!”
Muan was sobbing again. “It’s in…in the medical bag behind the couch…please,
Horus, please don’t give me to that old man…I’m begging you, please…”
Horus walked behind the couch where Loki’s body lay next to its’ head. He
opened the old fashioned black medical bag that was hidden back there.
######
It had been two days since he’d delivered Muan to Lord Odin and received the
grateful thanks of the Lord of Asgard. He’d already contacted his boss and given him his
report. Nergal seemed pretty pleased that the whole affair had been cleared up so quickly
and so quietly, considering the explosive nature of what had happened. Horus looked at
his account balance – yeah, Odin had been very grateful and Nergal very pleased. It was
It also turned out that Cit-Bolon-Tum hadn’t been completely correct in his
theories. Separating parts of the body didn’t really kill a Celestian – it just stopped the
regeneration process, even though the individual parts continued to move and search for
the rest of itself. Horus shuddered a bit as he remembered the heads he’d found, stuck in
some horrific limbo of semi-consciousness where they were aware but could do nothing.
He was glad when he heard that Baldur and Loki were recuperating nicely, even if he
Thor came to after three hours, just like Muan had said, and he was still the same
impulsive troublemaker as always. Horus was pleased – the big Viking could be a real
pain but he was also a hell of a lot of fun to hang out with. He was meeting him for lunch
There was one part of it he wasn’t looking forward to and that was running into
Herfjötur again. He’d given his word, though, and no deity could go back on that. He
adjusted his tie and straightened his jacket as he got out of the taxi and climbed onto the
Rainbow Bridge.
At least she wasn’t working as the maître today. Kriemhild was covering for her.
Horus didn’t like the too-wide smile she gave him as she ceremoniously checked the
reservations for his name. As she assigned one of her sisters to take him to his table,
Horus felt like some poor dumb animal being taken to the slaughterhouse. He just
And here we go, he thought to himself as he saw her sitting with Thor, her
fingernails clicking on her martini glass. Herfjötur had really decked herself out – she
was wearing her tight metallic Valkyrie corset and a short golden skirt with a truly
gravity-defying pair of high heels. It wasn’t a revealing outfit, it was just how it
Thor spotted him. “Horus, ya hawker, how’ve you been? Hey, I guess Dad was
right when he told you I was a shield you’d need before the end. I just wish it hadn’t hurt
so much, you know?” The big Viking had gotten up and was pounding Horus on the
back.
“Glad to see you up and around, big guy! Hey, don’t beat up on the
merchandise!” Horus slipped from Thor’s grasp and was playfully twisting his arm
“Well, when you girls are done kissing maybe one of you can get me another
martini?” Horus turned and saw her smiling at him. He was surprised at how good that
smile made him feel. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.
“You still think I’d want to kiss you after the way you said goodbye to me
upstairs?”
“Can’t blame a fella for trying. And you are both trying and worth trying for!”
She grabbed the sides of his face in her hands and pulled Horus towards her.
Thor smiled and discreetly looked away. Herfjötur’s hand came up and waved him
towards the bar. That was the Viking’s cue to get her a drink and leave them alone for a
bit.
Thor took his time, stopping first at the men’s room and then saying hello to a
couple of friends at the restaurant. He got three martinis from the bar and reminded
Kriemhild that they still needed menus. Balancing the three glasses in his beefy hands,
he navigated his way back to their table with nary a drop spilled.
Horus and Herfjötur were sitting close together and looking quite chummy. Isn’t
that nice, thought Thor. He hadn’t been looking forward to fighting Horus again if he
misbehaved. He coughed discreetly, giving them both a chance to come up for air.
the martinis. His sister laughed, and it was good to see her laugh again. Horus lifted his
glass.
Herfjotur couldn’t keep her eyes off him. “Propose away, handsome. Sounds
interesting!”
Horus smiled. “No, really, I’m being serious. Here’s to friends…time and
They clinked their glasses. Herfjotur started to tell Thor about the plans Horus
and her were making for the weekend as the menus arrived and they ordered their meals.
Time passed in a very agreeable manner, washed down by good food and many
martinis. Horus sat quietly. Thor turned to him. “What’s on your mind, cuz? Why so
quiet?”
Horus sipped the last of his martini. “You know, I was just thinking about Muan
and Loki…it’s just amazing to me the crap people will try to get away with just to get
ratings!”
THE END