Part 4 (1/2)
'My host needs a certain level of simplicity,' the G.o.ddess continued. 'Percy Jackson is perfect. He is powerful, yet his mind is not overly crowded with plans and ideas.'
'Wow,' I said. 'Really feeling the love here.'
Nekhbet rounded on me. 'There is no time to argue! Without a physical anchor, I cannot remain in the mortal world much longer. If you want to stop Setne from becoming immortal, you need the power of a G.o.d. We must act now. Together, we will triumph! We will feast upon that upstart magician's carca.s.s!'
I swallowed. 'I'm actually trying to cut back on carca.s.s feasting.'
Carter gave me a sympathetic look that only made me feel worse. 'Unfortunately, Nekhbet is right. Percy, you're our best shot. Sadie and I couldn't host Nekhbet even if she wanted us to. We already have patron G.o.ds.'
'Who, conveniently, have gone silent,' Sadie noted. 'Scared of getting their essences sucked up, I suppose.'
Nekhbet fixed her glittery black eyes on me. 'Do you consent to hosting me, demiG.o.d?'
I could think of a million ways to say no. The word yes simply wouldn't pa.s.s my lips. I glanced at Annabeth for support, but she looked as alarmed as I felt.
'I I don't know, Percy,' she confessed. 'This is way beyond me.'
Suddenly the rainstorm fizzled out. In the eerie muggy quiet, a red glow lit the middle of the island, as if somebody had started a bonfire on the soccer fields.
'That would be Setne,' Nekhbet said. 'He has begun his ascension to G.o.dhood. What is your answer, Percy Jackson? This will only work properly if you consent.'
I took a deep breath. I told myself that hosting a G.o.ddess couldn't be worse than all the other weird horrible things I'd experienced in my demiG.o.d career ... Besides, my friends needed my help. And I did not want that skinny Elvis impersonator to become a G.o.d and build a McPalace in my neighbourhood.
'All right,' I said. 'Vulture me up.'
Nekhbet dissolved into black smoke. She swirled around me filling my nostrils with a smell like boiling tar.
What was it like merging with a G.o.d?
If you want the full details, read my Yelp review. I don't feel like going into it again. I gave the experience half a star.
For now, let's just say that being possessed by a vulture G.o.ddess was even more disturbing than I'd imagined.
Thousands of years of memories flooded my mind. I saw pyramids rising from the desert, the sun glittering on the River Nile. I heard priests chanting in the cool shadows of a temple and smelled myrrh incense on the air. I soared over the cities of Ancient Egypt, circling the palace of the pharaoh. I was the vulture G.o.ddess Nekhbet protector of the king, s.h.i.+eld of the strong, scourge of the weak and dying.
I also had a burning desire to find a nice warm hyena carca.s.s, stick my face right in there and Okay, basically I wasn't myself.
I tried to focus on the present. I stared at my shoes ... the same old pair of Brooks, yellow shoelace on the left, black shoelace on the right. I raised my sword arm to make sure I could still control my muscles.
Relax, demiG.o.d. The voice of Nekhbet spoke in my mind. Let me take charge.
'I don't think so,' I said aloud. I was relieved that my voice still sounded like my voice. 'We do this together or not at all.'
'Percy?' Annabeth asked. 'Are you okay?'
Looking at her was disorientating. The 'Percy' part of me saw my usual awesome girlfriend. The 'Nekhbet' part of me saw a young woman surrounded by a powerful ultraviolet aura the mark of a Greek demiG.o.d. The sight filled me with disdain and fear. (For the record: I have my own healthy fear of Annabeth. She has kicked my b.u.t.t on more than one occasion. But disdain? Not so much. That was all Nekhbet.) 'I'm fine,' I said. 'I was talking to the vulture in my head.'
Carter walked a circle around me, frowning like I was an abstract sculpture. 'Percy, try to strike a balance. Don't let her take over, but don't fight her, either. It's kind of like running a three-legged race. You have to get in a rhythm with your partner.'
'But if you have to choose,' Sadie said, 'smack her down and stay in control.'
I snarled. 'Stupid girl! Do not tell me ' I forced my lips closed. The taste of rotting jackal filled my mouth. 'Sorry, Sadie,' I managed. 'That was Nekhbet talking, not me.'
'I know.' Sadie's expression tightened. 'I wish we had more time for you to get used to hosting a G.o.ddess. However '
Another red flash illuminated the treetops.
'The sooner I get this G.o.ddess out of my head, the better,' I said. 'Let's go smash Setne's face.'
Setne really could not decide on his wardrobe.
He strutted around the soccer field in black bell-bottomed slacks, a frilly white s.h.i.+rt and a glittery purple trench coat all of which clashed with his newly combined red and white crown. He looked like Prince from one of my mom's old alb.u.m covers, and, judging from the magic lights swirling around him, Setne was getting ready to party like it was 1999 B.C.E.
Having only one hand didn't seem to bother him. He waved his stump conductor-style, chanting in Greek and Egyptian while fog rose at his feet. Bursts of light danced and bobbed around him, as if a thousand kids were writing their names with sparklers.
I didn't understand what I was looking at, but Nekhbet did. Having her sight, I recognized the Duat the magical dimension that existed beneath the mortal realm. I saw layers of reality, like strata of glowing multicoloured jelly, plunging down into infinity. On the surface, where the mortal and immortal worlds met, Setne was whipping the Duat into a storm churning waves of colour and frothy white plumes of smoke.
After Annabeth's adventure on Rockaway Beach, she'd told me how frightening it was to see the Duat. She wondered whether the Egyptian Duat was somehow related to the Greek concept of Mist the magical veil that kept mortals from recognizing G.o.ds and monsters.
With Nekhbet in my mind, I knew the answer. Of course the Mist was related. The Mist was simply a Greek name for the uppermost layer between the worlds the layer that Setne was now shredding.
I should have been terrified. Seeing the world in all its infinite levels was enough to give anybody vertigo.
But I'd been dropped into oceans before. I was used to floating in the depths with endless thermal layers around me.
Also, Nekhbet wasn't easily impressed. She'd seen just about everything over the millennia. Her mind was as cold and dry as the desert night wind. To her, the mortal world was a constantly changing wasteland, dotted with the carca.s.ses of men and their civilizations. Nothing lasted. It was all roadkill waiting to happen. As for the Duat, it was always churning, sending up plumes of magic like sun flares into the mortal world.
Still, we were both disturbed by the way Setne's spell tore through the Mist. He wasn't just manipulating it. Magicians did that all the time. Setne was strip-mining the Duat. Wherever he stepped, fractures radiated outward, cleaving through the layers of the magic realm. His body sucked in energy from every direction, destroying the boundaries between the Duat and the mortal world, between Greek magic and Egyptian magic slowly transforming him into an immortal. In the process, he was ripping a hole in the cosmic order that might never close.
His magic pulled at us Nekhbet and me urging us to give up and be absorbed into his new glorious form.
I didn't want to be absorbed. Neither did the vulture G.o.ddess. Our common purpose helped us work together.
I marched across the field. Sadie and Annabeth fanned out on my right. I a.s.sumed Carter was somewhere on my left, but he'd gone invisible again, so I couldn't be sure. The fact that I couldn't detect him, even with Nekhbet's super vulture senses, gave me hope that Setne wouldn't see him, either.
Maybe if I kept Setne busy, Carter would be able to cut off Setne's other hand. Or his legs. Bonus points for his head.
Setne stopped chanting when he saw me.
'Awesome!' He grinned. 'You brought the vulture with you. Thanks!'
Not the reaction I'd been hoping for. I keep waiting for the day when the bad guy sees me and screams, I give up! But it hasn't happened yet.
'Setne, drop the crown.' I raised my kopis, which didn't feel heavy with Nekhbet's power flowing through me. 'Surrender, and you might get out of this alive. Otherwise '
'Oh, very good! Very threatening! And your friends here ... Let me guess. You keep me occupied while they set some amazing trap to contain the newly made G.o.d?'
'You're not a G.o.d yet.'
He waved off the comment. 'I suppose Carter is lurking around here too, all stealthy and invisible? Hi, Carter!'