With a flash of light Set was returned to his human form.
With a flash of light. Just like that.
"..."
Gwydyon. Isis. Horus. He just sort of blinked, staring straight at Isis. What was the appropriate way to react after all of that? After these days past, after being made to sleep in blenders, after being forced to eat bugs simply to survive and after being so openly mocked. Set looked to Isis. Just like that he'd been restored to his form, as if it were nothing at all. As simple as a yawn. As simple as having the desire to do so, and it was done.
Set grinned.
A palm instantly slapped to Isis' shoulder. How did they think he was going to react, Isis and her bastard son? Well, maybe Horus wasn't technically a bastard, but if there was a more correct term for a child conceived while having sex with a corpse Set was unaware of it. Did they expect him to flip out? To return to the world with fire and locusts, to come with a fury from the very start? They should have; he was known to be volatile, from time to time. Is that why Horus left, then? A thieving coward running off with the winnings while abandoning his poor mother to the wolf.
Set didn't know whether to feel insulted or complimented by this 'righteous king's hasty withdrawal. One thing he did know, however, was that chaos was the last thing in the world you could predict. Sometimes it was nothing at all, calm and peaceful; understanding, but in a way you wouldn't have expected. But sometimes though, sometimes it was more intense than anyone could have ever imagined.
He chuckled softly, a low, ominous chuckle as he clasped Isis firmly on the shoulder. It wasn't painful, but he made sure she knew she wasn't going anywhere. No, she was going to stay with her dear brother for a moment. Set moved to stand beside Isis, arm around her back with his hand on her opposite shoulder as he looked to where Horus had been standing. He moved her a bit too, guiding her to look at the same spot where he was staring. The chuckling continued for several moments more, low and amused, ending only when Set paused for a breath and to reach up and wipe a tear from his eye.
There had been a treaty signed once, long ago. Thoth had written it at the behest of the entire pantheon. Set and Horus would have been willing to go on fighting until there was a victor, but Set's style was so destructive, his power so immense that had it gone on much longer Egypt would have been ruined. There was a single, very good reason one did not seek war with chaos; it had been so long since Thoth's treaty had been signed, that apparently Isis and her bastard son had forgotten what that very reason was.
"You do know I'm the type that holds a grudge, right?"