The Imagination Latibule: Moon Knight - The Rise of the Moon

Chapter 19

Harrow made quite the entrance into the temple of the Gods. You and Layla had followed them, not just to the great pyramid of Giza, but up the side of it. Any who tried to stop you were judged, and you had a fearful suspicion that Harrow was killing them whether their scales deemed them unworthy or not.

Struggling, Layla had pretty much pulled you up the giant bricks, until a mighty explosion had you both dropping to the level below. Harrow had blasted an entrance in the side of the pyramid, and as he rushed in with his Ammit's disciples, you saw the other Gods, collected together and ready to fight in the bodies of their avatars. They must have sensed the finding of the Ushabti, although even now, they refused to come to Earth in their own form, and you hoped they regretted not believing Marc and Khonshu. 

"This isn't looking good," you whispered, touching Layla's arm lightly. 

"We've gotta warn people,"  she said, looking back towards the bustling city. There was no way you were making it back down. You could barely see straight; the injuries across your chest would have been enough to put most out of action, but coupled with being brought back from the brink of death, well... when you said this isn't looking good, you meant it in more than one sense of the word.

"Get back into Cairo. Start evacuating people," you urged. "I'll find the Ushabti."

"You'll be alright?"

"Of course," you lied, and she saw right through you, but with no back up in the form of a God or his Avatar, there was no alternative. Layla nodded, and you silently slid in behind Harrow as she began the trek back down the pyramid. You didn't stay to watch - you didn't want to watch as Harrow held out his staff and ploughed down the ancients Gods like they were nothing. Instead, to the sound of screams you rushed into a secondary room, and found to your delight a hall of Ushabti's, each lit by a flaming torch.

"Khonshu?" you whispered. Like that would help. As you searched amongst the questionably large amount of fellow indolent Gods, you heard a smash. For just a moment, you thought you'd accidentally nudged a Ushabti from it's perch and released another evil God, but it was much worse than that. You gulped as a breeze swept through the room and it went eerily quiet. 

"To whom do I owe my gratitude?!" spoke a mighty voice. 

Ammit. 

You dared peak out from behind a pillar. You may not have been able to see well, but you were sure that what you were looking at was the personification of evil itself. Ammit towered above any height Khonshu reached; eyes as ruthless as any you'd seen within the terrifying head of a crocodile. Suddenly, Khonshu seemed harmless. An actual pigeon.

"Your humble disciple, my Goddess, to whom you owe nothing," Harrow said, and amongst his bowing followers, he stood, daring to walk towards her. 

"Your Scales lack balance," Ammit said, and you clasped your hand over your mouth to stop a gasp escaping. The hypocrite. But, on the bright side, Ammit killing Harrow would save you from doing it yourself. 

"I understand," Harrow said. "I had hoped my penance might correct my imbalance, but I see now that's impossible. I accept the Scales regardless of the outcome."

"They lack balance because of what lies ahead of you," Ammit replied.

"Then we must spare the world the pain I will cause. I willingly submit." 

Harrow looked up at her, waiting patiently for his death, but Ammit shook her head. "What lies ahead of you is your service to me."

"How may I serve you in death?" 

"Your death is delayed."

"Bitch," you muttered as she took a step towards Harrow. Whilst others back away in fright, he stood proudly in front of her.