Horus 1 (Book Sample)

The god of wisdom and judgment perched on his golden throne. His falcon-like features were etched into skin resembling jasper, and his sharp eyes glared straight ahead. A smug satisfaction stretched over thin lips. Horus has long despised the nature of lesser beings. He has watched for eternity as mortals stumbled in desperation. Each inexplicable act of these beings enrages the god. Horus, despite his gifts, lacks the patience to make sense of their muddled minds.

He has desired for eons to end their cultural tumult and cease the endless wails with a final judgement, but his hand has always been steadied by his partner Hathor, a being of greater emotional range. She is capable of love and compassion. Because of this capability, she is also prone to rage, and in her most recent outburst, her form shifted to that of the angry and vengeful fire goddess: Sekhmet.

Horus used the blindness of her rage to trap and imprison her within one of the mortal planes. With Hathor banished below, Horus was free to pass judgment as he saw fit. Horus sees fit to judge from above—without compassion or empathy. He will review the stark facts of mortal existence. He will confirm his own preconceived beliefs.

His throne room floats far above as a distant, glowing star. He mocks human convention with the absurd aesthetic choices he made for his watchtower. Various organic and inorganic monitors blip and scramble on an infinite loop. Anthropomorphic wires and veins combine with the grossly technical, crisscrossing over ornate jewels and gold.

He seeks judgment at its most pure. Consent or intent is meaningless, and something as simple as celestial curiosity can damn anyone to an eternity of forced subservience or a deletion from existence. Outside of linear time, Horus gazes down on an individual who is looking up toward the heavens. Horus, in embracing full judgmental tyranny, has named this mockingly sinister mortal snare: <OPERATION_MAMMAGAMMA.INIT>

The project has begun.