Horus stared at the throne that he'd inherited, and thought of the proud god who'd sat there before him. Osiris was a great king, the stories went. A fair king, a just king. A loved king. Horus had given his eye to his father, to allow him to rule the Underworld. And now he would never meet the god who had given him life, all he wanted was the outlander's blood in return. Blood did not repay blood. Asking for the outlander's head would be too much, and not enough, all at the same time. Isis was right - killing the outlander was not the correct decision, no matter how much he might want to do it. Not for the first time Horus wondered if his father would understand that. Did it matter? Horus would never know.
It had been long since he'd even had word from Osiris, let alone imagined seeing him for the first time.
"I want my father's kingdom. All of it."
Horus turned at last, his eyes seeming to bore a hole into the toad which sat in that case.
"It was the kingdom of Osiris, the kingdom you stole. It belongs to his family."
More than anything he wanted to destroy the outlander. Was there something of that evil thing which Horus could sense, standing this close? His flippant speech, his foul tongue? But there was nothing. Perhaps Isis could sense it, but he couldn't. Horus still stared through the glass, one of his eyes growing black while the other seemed on the verge of bursting into flames. It would be nothing to incinerate him, here and now, then forget the name of the outlander forever.
Thoth would never forgive him. Or Sekhmet, or Bast for that matter. This was the coward's way.
"If he'll agree to cede all claims on my father's kingdom - on my kingdom - and leave Egypt forever, I'll uphold whatever arrangements you made with him."