After his life had changed pretty much drastically with finding out of Osiris’ betrayal and pure obsession for his brother Seth, Isis had basically shut himself out.

Having focused solely on his duties as a God of Magic and Protector of Women, as that sort of focus serves as a distraction from all of the disasters happening in his life.

Isis definitely had been changed. Drastically. No longer being so trusting, caring and understanding. As he had learned to respect himself and to shield himself from pain caused by others.

As he rules over Egypt with his son Horus, who is always away, Isis has both been busy, but also had time to himself for the first time in.. decades.

Spending time on healing like reading, meditating, practicing to just simply try to forget the pain of being replaced and forgotten by his own husband..

Now walking through the tall halls of one of his temples in Memphis, Isis’ muscular and brown skinned body is highlighted beautifully by the torches lit on the walls. Making him look simply ethereal.

A few women, who are devoted to him, obediently following him with numerous scrolls in their hands. Seemingly shy and quiet in the presence of the God they worship so loyally.

His long black hair swaying beautifully behind his back as he walks the long hall leading to the main entrance. A small smile on his handsome face as he is in the presence of what he had sworn to protect with his life. Wives, mothers, sisters, girls and children.

His beautiful blue coloured eyes fall onto a certain somebody standing by the entrance of his temple. His smile immediately faltering as he had not seen such individual before. With a hand he gestures to the women following him to halt their steps and stay there.

Before walking up to the newcomer and towering over them easily, crossing his arms over his chest. Looking completely beautiful as his muscular frame is evident, only clad in a black shendyt.

“State your business.”

He commands with his husky and stern voice.