Oh, no. You misunderstand. Quetzalcoatl will not eradicate you by strength of arm.

[ She could, Set knows. She is a god as ancient as he, storied and empowered beyond even that which he can scent upon her, but she is like his grandmother. Ra was unstoppable, a woman who could not be turned away from her chosen path — which was why Osiris had taken the throne of the gods from her, and sat upon it himself. ( It was Osiris, correct? It was he who had curried so much favor among the humans that it had carried him to the thrones of man, and god alike? )

The green gem, Quetzalcoatl's soul, emerges from his palm and is caught up between his fingers. Displayed, so that Silco knows it has already been seized; that Set is sly, too. Swift, as well. He beams, from under the edge of his mask, as his sha finishes toying with the Shimmered corpse and slinks around Silco's knees, rubbing along them like some ethereal feline. ]

She rivals you, in strength of absolute will. I believe your desire to hate all things has found a worthy rival in her desire to love all things. I cannot wait to see your clash in the future. Which force will prove more powerful?

[ another microcosm of battle opens before him,

happy set, content war god ]