Reincarnated In Vikings

The sky above the vast desert darkens as Set soars downward, a towering shadow against the crimson-streaked heavens. His massive black wings, stiff and metallic, slice through the air with a deep, resonating hum. Sparks of crimson energy trail behind him, illuminating his descent like ominous comets.

Set lands heavily before the massive pyramid, his clawed feet striking the sand-covered stone with a thunderous boom. The ground quakes beneath the force, creating fissures that radiate outward. Dust and sand explode into the air, forming a swirling cloud around him.

The cloud of dust slowly settles, revealing his massive jackal-headed form glimmering with dark gold highlights under the dim desert light.

Cracks form along Set's black, jackal-headed armor, glowing with molten red light. The dark metallic surface fragments into shards that hover briefly before dissolving into shimmering motes of energy. His fierce jackal muzzle shrinks and reshapes, morphing back into a sharp, human face with angular features.

The stiff, metallic wings fold one last time before vanishing completely into his back, leaving no trace of their formidable presence.

He stands before the looming pyramid, its jagged silhouette etched against a blood-red sky. The wind howls, carrying with it whispers of forgotten gods. At the pyramid's apex, the faint glimmer of a mystical barrier hums ominously.

Set's grey eyes narrow as he steps forward

and extends a hand toward the barrier. A shimmering red force field materializes. Sparks fly as the energy collides with his palm, searing his skin. He winces but doesn't recoil.

Set muttering, almost reverent."Even in death, your barrier still stands father."

Set grips the Spear of Ra slung across his back, its golden shaft etched with hieroglyphs that glow faintly under the barrier's light. With a swift, decisive motion, he drives the spear into the barrier.

Cracks spread like veins of fire across the barrier's surface. A thunderous sound echoes as it collapses in a shower of sparks. Set smirks, lowering the spear.

At the base of the pyramid, massive stone doors rumble open.

Set's internal monologue."Osiris keyed me... He still trusted me, even now."

His smirk falters for a moment, replaced by a flicker of sorrow. He brushes the thought aside, steels himself, and strides through the threshold.

The air inside is heavy and ancient, filled with the scent of dust and decay. Set's footsteps echo along the narrow, stone-carved passage. The light from his spear flickers against walls adorned with hieroglyphs telling tales of judgment, chaos, and rebirth.

The tunnel opens into a grand chamber.

The chamber is colossal, an architectural marvel from a lost age. Massive stone pillars stretch toward a ceiling shrouded in darkness. Faint firelight dances across the room, casting long shadows that seem to move of their own accord.

In the center, a grand staircase leads to a raised dais, flanked by symmetrical platforms.

Behind the dais stands a towering statue of Ra, carved from smooth, black basalt, its headdress crowned with a radiant sun disk. The statue's face is serene yet stern, watching over the chamber like a silent sentinel.

To its left: Anubis, jackal-headed and imposing, clutching a staff. His eyes seem to glint in the flickering light.

To its right: Osiris, regal and stoic, adorned with his signature Atef crown and guarded by a coiled cobra.

The intricate carvings on the statues glimmer with golden inlays. The eyes of each god seem alive, watching his every move.

Sphinxes and reclining beasts, carved from granite, line the perimeter of the chamber, their expressions frozen in eternal vigilance. Small bowls of fire illuminate the space, their flames sputtering as though agitated by Set's presence.

At the center of it all: a pedestal, bathed in a pale, ghostly glow. Resting atop it is the Ushabti of Ammit, a clay figurine intricately molded into the form of the Devourer of Souls. Its presence radiates a primal, dark power, even from this distance. Its surface riddled with ancient markings.

Set approaches the pedestal. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the Ushabti.

Set whispering."The Devourer of Souls will rise again."

With a swift motion, he hurls the Ushabti to the ground.

The figurine shatters upon impact, fragments scattering across the stone floor. A swirl of purple and white smoke erupts from the shards, rising and twisting like a storm unleashed.

The smoke coils upward, then descends with purpose, gathering at the elevated platform. The flames in the chamber dim, shadows stretching across the towering statues.

The smoke begins to solidify, its form taking shape.

Scales glint faintly in the dim light as Ammit emerges, her presence overwhelming and

Starting at her massive crocodilian tail, heavily scaled and tapering to a lighter shade of green, the shot ascends her predatory frame.Her torso is a blend of muscular humanoid form and reptilian elements, adorned with intricate gold accents and hieroglyphic patterns that gleam faintly. A snake motif engraved at her chest draws the eye, a symbol of her divine connection and authority. Her shoulders are partially armored with metallic scales, glinting bronze and copper, giving her an air of strength and nobility.

Her clawed fingers flex deliberately, the talons sharp and glistening, a deadly contrast to her deliberate, regal movements.

Ammit has a crocodilian head, complete with rugged, scaly skin that exudes an air of predatory dominance. Her snout is long and detailed with natural grooves, while faint scars and markings hint at her ancient and fearsome nature. Her piercing orange eyes radiate intelligence and menace, with black slit pupils that seem to cut through the air.

She is adorned with a pharaonic headdress, its ridged design closely resembling the traditional nemes crown. The dark material of the headdress shines faintly under dim light, its copper and bronze accents catching the glow. Her braided hair, embellished with metallic rings, flows down her back, adding a regal yet primal aesthetic to her figure.

Her piercing orange eyes narrow, the black pupils sharp and calculating. Her elongated snout, lined with rows of jagged teeth, curls slightly into a sinister grin.

Ammit towers on the dais, her imposing figure casting long, distorted shadows across the chamber. She locks eyes with Set, her gaze cutting through the air like a blade.

Ammit with a low, resonant."I had guessed it was you."

Set doesn't flinch, his expression remaining composed, though his eyes betray a flicker of surprise."You knew?"

Ammit stepping forward, her voice laced with quiet authority."I have the power to see what was, and what will be. It is not limited to mortals. The moment I set eyes on you, I saw visions of your uprising. Your ambitions, your anger... they were laid bare before me."

Set's face hardens and calmly said.""Then you know why I am here. The past is irrelevant, and the future... mine to shape."

Ammit was weakened now. So she needed nourishment and Set is in the one who is able to provide it. So she is okay with this alliance.

Ammit chuckles, a deep, guttural sound that echoes through the chamber."Bold words, Set. But words alone cannot alter destiny. Tell me, will you defy fate, or embrace it?"

Set's lips curl into a smirk, he looks at the Spear of Ra in his hands and in low, defiant tone said."I'll do what I always have—bend it to my will."

Ammit, towering on the dais, lets out a low, guttural chuckle. The sound echoes through the chamber, carrying both amusement and an edge of predatory hunger.

She steps forward, her crocodilian eyes glinting with calculated intent. Though weakened, her presence remains formidable. Her gaze flickers briefly to the Spear of Ra, then back to Set.

Ammit calm, almost playful."And who has spooked you enough to come searching for me, Set? Surely not one of the other pantheons...?"

Set's smirk vanishes, replaced by a scowl. His jaw tightens as his grip on the spear grows firmer and grimly replied."A sorcerer named Merlin. He is unlike any sorcerer I've ever encountered."

Ammit tilts her head slightly, curiosity flickering in her expression. "Merlin... an intriguing name. What makes him so special?"

Set's eyes darken, his voice dripping with disdain. "He's no ordinary mortal. He defeated Ares, god of war, before this. That alone should tell you enough. But now..."

His expression hardens further, his tone colder."He's aiding my nephew. Guiding him. And I am not about to underestimate him. Not after what I've seen."

Ammit leans back slightly, her claws flexing as her interest deepens. Her gaze sharpens, her lips curling into a small, knowing grin."A mortal capable of toppling gods... Perhaps this Merlin is more than just a sorcerer. You fear him, Set."

Set snaps."I fear no one!"

Ammit chuckles again, her tone amused yet deliberate."Fear or not, you seek my power because of him. This Merlin has disrupted your plans... and that intrigues me."

The tension between Set and Ammit simmers, an uneasy alliance forming as they both realize their mutual interest in overcoming this mysterious threat.

Ammit calmly, yet calculating."Very well. I'll entertain this partnership for now. But know this, Set: I will not remain your pawn forever. I hunger, and you must feed me if I am to fight."

Set smirks again, his confidence in fighting Merlin and Horus.