Over the years Ate had died many times at the hands of other gods. That was the problem when one was as arrogant as Ate but also as weak. She liked to think she was amongst the strongest of gods but the truth was that her name was near forgotten. Stronger than a mortal, yes, and with the powers that went along with her godhood, but against so many others she was near powerless. Tonight Ate knew she was stronger than this upstart Egyptian. (Unfortunately for her, Ate was very wrong in this instance. The name of Set was one far more well known than hers, his stories told and repeated while hers faded.)
Ate turned to the barman and ordered another martini before looking back at Set as she leaned on the bar. "And what if you're not who I feel like playing with?" she queried sweetly. "I came here looking for the blood and bones of men. Why should I settle my attentions for you, sugarpie?"