In the beginning of days, when the black land was yet two, my brother Osiris and I ruled jointly with our consorts, Nepthys and Isis. I became as one possessed with passion for my Sister Isis, the wife of my Brother. Am I to be condemned for this love? She, who desired me equally, had also used Her body to ensnare Ra Himself. No fault is to be found in this, for it is the way of the world. All, Man and God alike, are creatures of opposites and desires.

We ruled fairly and justly, I to the North, and Osiris in the South, and our subjects honoured us as is right. Yet my Brother had not enough. He usrped my subjects love and favour. Am I a mortal, that I should bow meekly to this? As was written, and told to me by my Parents, the sacred Blood of a God shall not be spilt upon the Black Land, lest all come to naught. To this end, and borne out of my love for the land of Khem, My most favoured vassals aided me to flatter my Brother into the handsome sarcophagas I had caused to be made. This we cast into the waters of the Nile, where, in the fullness of time, it was cast up into a sacred Tamarind tree.

Word had been given to me that Isis, a sorceress of no small ability, was to resurrect Osiris, so that he should be able to smite me. Was I to bare my throat for the wolf? I, a canid of superior strength and intelligence? By my actions I had already proven myself the stronger and more cunning. In nature the strong survives, whilst the weaker exists only to enable the stronger to live in His rightful place. To put an end to this trickery, I hewed Osiris asunder,and hid His parts the length and Breadth of Khem. His organs would never impregnate my ungrateful Sister, however, as I fed them to the fish, that even through her wiles, she would never bear a child to the tyrant Osiris. For this I stand condemned, yet are not my detractors aware that even as they worship my brother and his return, by this act they also worship Me, as giving them an afterlife in the first place? O man, why can you not see further than your nose?

My Sister-Wife Nepthys turned upon me, beguiled by the wily Isis, and aided her in the joining together of Osiris, one part to the next. Upon making a false phallus to replace that which was eaten by the Orynx fish, she enlisted the aid of the God Thoth, that new life be breathed into my brother. Yet this was beyond even these mighty sorcerers. Osiris returned but for a short while, yet long enough to make Isis with child.

The child Horus, upon attaining manhood, set out to usurp my throne and power, claiming this as His birthright. Was not the throne given to me in the beginning? Was it not stolen from me by my brother? Thus I fought for that which was mine. All tactics and cunning were mine, whilst my nephew could only crawl craven to the council of Gods, beseeching them to give him that which he was not strong enough to take after eighty years of battle. Poor blinded coward. Yet he had allies amongst the Gods. Thoth spoke for him, as he would. Did he not spend much time with Isis when she was made pregnant by the "resurrected" Osiris?

The Throne was mine! Even Ra Himself spoke for my right. Yet Thoth judged in favour of my nephew Horus, as a Father showing favour to his Son. This they denied, and I was cast into the wilderness. I shall return though, to claim that which was once mine. As I loosed the desert to reclaim the Land of Khem, so too shall I come with Power and much Glory to lay waste to all that oppose my right.

Look around you, O Man, and tremble at my works, for once more I walk the lands. I tell you this... the faithfull shall be given the riches of the world. The rest shall fall quaking at my feet, for I am Set, and your world is Mine by right.

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