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Solo | 3 | The Hight Priest of Chaos. | The descent into chaos began like a slow poison in the glittering sprawl of Los Angeles. High Priest Nakht-Seth, an ancient warlock who had survived since the reign of Ramesses II by feeding on the life force of thousands, had grown tired of mere survival. Deep beneath the city in forgotten subway tunnels and abandoned film studios, he performed the Ritual of the Black Eclipse, a forbidden rite blending Set’s darkest heka ( magic) with blood drawn from sacrifices. Blood from thirteen unwilling sacrifices fuelled the spell, ripping open the barriers between worlds. Demons poured through. They were not mindless beasts, but ancient horrors from the deepest layers of the Duat: Apep’s Shadowspawn, serpentine entities with oily black scales that dripped venomous darkness, Fleshweavers that possessed humans and slowly turned their bodies inside out while keeping them conscious, and Soul Harvesters, spectral figures with elongated limbs and hollow mouths that screamed the names of their victims as they devoured their essence. The City of Angels descended into nightmare. Possessed celebrities murdered fans on live streams. Highways became slaughter zones. Sacrificial altars rose in the Hollywood Hills under a bruised, unnatural sky. Raymond King, the retired middleweight boxing champion and Immortal Host of Ra, could not stand idle. He had already sensed the darkness looming the city, drawn by the prayers of the victims to "whatever gods be..." He descended into the underground temple like a blazing storm. Channelling Ra’s power, Ray transformed into a living fire-elemental. His entire body became wreathed in roaring red solar flames. He moved like a human inferno, every punch, every strike releasing explosive bursts of cosmic fire. Demons he touched didn’t just die, they vaporized into nothingness. A Shadowspawn lunged at him only to melt into black sludge the moment his flaming fist connected. A Fleshweaver tried to possess him and screamed as solar flames purged it from the inside. Ray carved through the horde, leaving trails of molten glass and ash in his wake. He shot concentrated beams of cosmic fire against the demons, every element answered him for now. He was a boxer so instead of relying on Heka he used his combat skills, fighting the demons head on. For a moment, victory seemed possible. But Nakht-Seth was ancient and cunning. “Kheperu en Set, Ankhu en Khaos! Suten-Ra em Hatiu!” the priest roared. Bone-forged chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around Ray’s flaming limbs and draining his power. A follow-up spell “Heka em Set — Sebekhu Ra!” suppressed the solar flames. Despite Ray’s desperate resistance, burning through chains and turning cultists to cinders, the overwhelming magic finally brought him down. The vibrations and sound of the chant from the High Priest, echoed in his head driving him crazy. Beaten and drained, he was dragged before a grotesque Statue of God Set, built from the fused bones of countless victims. An obsidian sarcophagus awaited, filled with enchanted mercury and blood. Mercury was used as embalming fluid to keep the soul from reaching afterlife. A carefully thought spell. They threw him inside. The lid slammed shut. Mercury engulfed him, burning and suppressing Ra’s power. Ancient binding spells wrapped around his soul as the sarcophagus was sealed beneath the bone statue. Hope died in the suffocating darkness. In that final moment of despair, Raymond surrendered completely. "Ra… The Pharaoh of Gods… I'm your Eye, your host, help me, Take me." The scarab detonated with blinding radiance. The sarcophagus exploded in a cataclysm of solar fire. Raymond’s body rose and transformed into the full majestic form of Ra radiant golden skin, blazing eyes, and a falcon head crowned with a living solar disk. Nakht-Seth recoiled in horror. Ra’s voice shook the underground temple: “You dared touch what is Mine.” Every spell reversed. Demons began burning from within. Ra raised his hand and called across realms: “Sutekh! Lord of the Red Lands! God of Storms and Chaos! Your Pharaoh summons you!” Reality tore open with a deafening thunderclap. From the rift emerged the God Set, towering, red-skinned, beast-headed, crackling with storm energy and wielding a massive obsidian spear. The priest fell to his knees. “My Lord Set! I have prepared this world for you!” Set looked at Ra, then dropped to one knee. “I am chaos and destruction,” Set declared, voice like grinding thunder. “But I am first and foremost your loyal shield, Great Ra. Command me, my Pharaoh.” Ra nodded. “Then fight beside me, as we did in the old days.” Together, the two gods unleashed devastation. Ra manifested a blazing spear of pure solar fire and charged into battle. He moved with majestic fury, thrusting his spear through Shadowspawn, causing them to explode into golden ash. Set fought like a hurricane beside him, impaling Fleshweavers and tearing Soul Harvesters apart with sadistic joy. Father and son, Sun and Storm, fought in perfect, terrifying harmony, just as they had in ancient times against Apophis. When only Nakht-Seth remained, Set bowed deeply to Ra and stepped back. “The great Pharaoh has spoken.” Ra unleashed his wrath. Nakht-Seth burned from the inside with cosmic solar fire, screaming until nothing remained but dust. Ra commanded Set, "Time warp the reality and let innocents live, Set, its time you bring your house in order." With this Ra raised his hands and spoke the sacred words of renewal “Death is but the doorway to new life. We live today. We shall live again. In many forms shall we return.” A wave of golden light swept across Los Angeles. The innocent dead rose once more, healed and reborn under the mercy of the Sun. Their memories wiped, the evidence of this fight of Order and Chaos erased, from all files, records, digital centres. The world resumed its normal life, unaware that it had been saved by creator himself. In Aftermath, Raymond, woke up in someplace he had no memory of traveling to, near Washington Monument, in the white obelisk. Why ? An obelisk represents a sunbeam frozen in stone, a life-giving ray from the original king of the gods, Ra. It doesn’t matter when the structure was built: it is still Egyptian. That’s why any obelisk can be used for opening gates to the Duat, or releasing great beings of power or to imprison them.