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                      The large beetle had plucked up the weaver,                         “. . . ‘There’?”

                 placing her atop his carapace to give her some                           “There,” She repeated, a bit more

                 form of comfort. “I’m not cradling her.” Replied                    forcefully, “To the gods- Afterlife, head of

                 the beetle, who further buried himself into                         the gods, just to where they need to go.”

                 the warm sand. “I am not made for hugging.                               “I don’t believe I know where that is, Kali.

                 This is just comforting a grieving mother.”                         Do keep in mind I’m new here. Not entirely

                      “She does not /have/ to be grieving.” There                    sure where a gateway will lead you know!”

                 was mild annoyance in the four armed woman’s                             “Bug man,” Kali’s head turned to the

                 voice. “Her child is not dead. Nearly impossible                    large white beetle, half buried in sand.

                 to be. Most every god has some way to be                                 “Khepri.” Corrected the large creature.

                 reincarnated or they’re just carted off to their                         “Where do your souls need to go.”

                 death gods who, inevitably, revive them.”                                “The nile connects to a lot-- Sobek

                      “Well,” The beetle began, “We don’t have a                     would know. I just always assumed he carted

                 ‘death’ god. People die and are judged. Some of them                them over with some sort of ritual, but I

                 do not go to the afterlife, some are not allowed to                 doubt you’ll find anyway to get there.”

                 have an afterlife at all-- Besides the point, without                    “Why not-- A river can only flow so many ways.”

                 Sobek,” There was a muffled sob from Khepri’s                            “That’s the problem- The river dried

                 back, “The souls get lost and don’t go anywhere.                    up. Without Sobek it’s waning.”

                 It makes a bottleneck that no one can solve.”                            The goddess frowned.

                      The woman released her weapons. “Well--                             “Janus just open a portal to the end

                 Janus,” Her head turned, causing a soft clittering                  of the nile-- wherever it lead to last.”

                 noise as her golden tipped braids hit one another.                       “Kali I do think that-”

                 “Open a portal. Bring all the lost souls there.”                         “Now.”

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