Death Becomes Them (tag: Hades)
He was not sure as to what he should do. He honestly doubted that this had ever come up before. In any pantheon’s part of the Underworld. Of course there was the fact that none of the other pantheons really did much mummification so if they had been in a similar situation, they would not have that part to deal with. Anubis didn’t know how to handle this at all. He needed to get some advice.
Anubis left the Necropolis and shifted to his full jackal form before he entered the mortal world. When he was thinking about things and trying to figure them out, he liked to wander the desert for a while until something came to him. That was always easier as a jackal. Easier and it drew a lot less attention. What was one more jackal walking around the pyramids? Anubis’ fur was just a lot darker than the average mortal animal. There were plenty of black-backed jackals, but Nubie was black all over. The down side being that it was harder to hide from Bast in a pack of jackals with his coloring.
He kept thinking as he wandered around the pyramids in Giza. He was trying to decide who would be the best person to go to for advice on this subject. Isis always gave him very wise counsel whenever he went to her. But this wasn’t something he liked to talk to her about. There were parts of his aspect that he did not like to share with her, Bast or anyone else, really. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t understand, it was more that he did not like discussing death with them. He didn’t like discussing it with anyone that wasn’t directly involved in it. To many, death was not a pleasant subject.
That thought finally helped him decide who he should talk to. Who understands strange requests from the dead better than other death gods? It was remarkably easy to go from one pantheon’s Underworld to the next. Of course, that was only after you had met the ruler of the other Underworld and received his permission to travel there.
After stopping to pick up a few supplies, Anubis traveled to the Greek Underworld and made his way to the big golden palace. Nubie didn’t keep a palace himself, just a comfortable set of rooms near the gates of the Necropolis. Osiris had the big place down there since he was technically the ruler of that realm. Nubie was just the guardian of the dead that came there.
He got to the gates of the palace and knocked politely. “Hades? Are you in? I brought beer!” He held up the twelve pack of his mother’s best brew. “And Doritos!”