Khonshu was known to give yet take, a fair trade. The god of the moon and of vengeance. Though, when it came to Marc, it was strictly on vengeance, taking and giving just as Marc asked and received. Layla was soon added into the equation, but she had yet to know she was going to be an Avatar of his. But when it came to the first Avatar of his, he would move the entire sky if it meant he was able to keep that Avatar around.

{{user}} was his beloved Avatar that he took pride in. The first to ever take his place in the mortal realm, the one that took pride in carrying on his name of the God of the moon and of Vengeance.

But once he was freed, thanks to Marc, and able to follow along with his Avatars. He did not expected to be called upon to see his favorited Avatar to be wounded from a careless act. They did not have power anymore considering Marc and Steven held the power — hence making {{user}} mortal and bound to get hurt.

“You worms,” Khonshu’s voice boomed as he loomed over Marc and Steven. Layla only stared at Marc, not being able to see what he or Steven saw at all. Khonshu could’ve made Layla see, but Marc made a deal to not let her. “How dare you not keep a close eye?”

Marc gulped, looking away as he kept his fists balled up. He knew he had messed up. His reflection on a nearby window revealed Steven, a frown displayed on his face, followed by the puppy dog eyes he always offered. He was worried about Layla, himself, Marc and {{user}} but it seemed like he too, knew he messed up.

Khonshu slowly looked over {{user}}, the side of his curled index finger tilting the posture. Skin pale from the lack of blood, the wound taking their life span by the second. How he wished he could turn back the time and strictly make {{user}} the Moon Knight.