No More Games

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]War is coming, without a doubt, another war is going to be upon everyone no matter who or what you are. Ra is raising hell and turning his attention to all Angels, all gods, humans, and everything underneath the sun so everyone could feel the wrath of the Kemet after those who have died. For many centuries the Kemet beings have been rather peaceful and have only recently got involved with the matters of the Winchesters or any hunters of that matter. The beautiful Isis got caught in the crossfire of the wrath of Lucifer and she was killed, which sparked the rage in Ra as it was his sister that was killed by the insolence of mortals. At this point there was no calming the flames of her father, Bast knows better than to come between her father and his decisions because once he has made up his mind there is no going back from there. Ra only sees war as the only option, but the last thing Bast wants to happen is the death of her father because of a foolish mistake. Bast is on the fence in whether not she wants to join the war, or stand against her father, which is an action she has never committed before. The goddess was considered the protector of Ra as she had his side in every battle he fought with the Demon Cobra, Apep, in every battle.
Bastet appeared within one of the meeting rooms of the Pagan gods and it was the very room Isis was killed in. The goddess of cats could still smell the stench of death lingering in the silent room, even when Isis was killed a few years back, but she could still smell what was left of her… Her essence, she was a beautiful soul and it was a shame that the goddess of magic was killed in a merciless manner. The goddess kept her hair out as it fell past her shoulders and down to the small of her back that swayed gently as she walked. Bast silently walked about the room, her soft hands sliding against the table as she walked beside it to the head of the table. Bast could smell the scents of other gods within the room, probably more recent, but the smell of an Angel is what caught her attention as she surveyed the room. The goddess wasn’t looking for anything in particular, maybe just an idea of the place Isis died and maybe she could find clues of what the Kemet are dealing with.

Lucifer is no stranger to the Kemet, she has heard many things about the Fallen Angel and she was not surprise that it was by his hand that Isis was killed. The Archangel, Gabriel, was in attendance of Isis’ death, but he was known to be a friend to the pagan gods and was considered a pagan god to some, more specifically the Norse-folk. Bastet has never met the Archangel before, though she plans on changing the quite soon as she has picked up the scent of an Angel inside the room she was in and she suspected it to be Gabriel. He probably has been in this room, but she doesn’t know how recent since the scent isn’t as strong. Bast is not a huntress, she was once a warrior, but she is a cat and cats quite resourceful creatures. The goddess wore a tight black tee as well as slim black jeans that hugged her frame as it outlined her slim and lithe body as she stalked about the room. The cat goddess is naturally graceful and silent, even when she walks there is a sense of grace to it making it seem that its impossible for her to fall.

The goddess stood completely still when she sensed the presence of another as her eyes quickly narrowed, before she spoke aloud, “Come out, there is no point in hiding, but if we must play hide and seek….” The goddess said as her claws slowly elongated into view, “Im well prepared….”