“Make it stop.” I didn’t even realize I said it, until I heard my mouth produce the words.
The line disappeared.
“And that’s the crux of our problem,” Anapa said, his voice contemplative. “Man can’t handle the chaos. Oh, you can understand it in abstract, as long as you don’t think about it too hard. But at the core of it, whenever humans come against chaos, they deal with it in one of three ways. They hide from it, pretending it isn’t there. They dress it up in pretty clothes. The God of the Hebrews is a fractal. He can do anything, he knows everything, he is infinite in his power and complexity. He is a fractal, so humanity felt the need to compartmentalize him. They don’t tackle the concept head-on. They tiptoe around it by telling little fables and anecdotes about their deity, and then when push came to shove, they invented a new aspect of him, his son, who comes with a more narrow, definitive message of infinite love.”
Anapa fell silent.
“You said there were three ways,” Raphael said.
“I did, didn’t I? Faced with chaos you will either ignore it, dance around it, or you will go mad. Apep is chaos. He is a primal expression of a fundamental principle, a fractal, a force rather than a deity. The priests of Egypt worshipped against him just to keep him at bay.”
“How do you worship against something?” Raphael asked.
“Let me tell you: once a year they got together, made a fake Apep, threw a big party, and burned him with great ceremony. There are actual rules for how to properly defile him. First, we spit on Apep. Then we stomp on him with our left foot. Then we use a lance to stab Apep, and so on. Do you see how they attempted to impose order upon chaos through a complex ritual?”
Anapa leaned forward. “If let loose, Apep will drive humanity insane. You will devolve into primeval barbarism where nothing exists except his worship in its most rudimentary form. You will abandon reason and logic and feed yourselves to him by the thousands like the idiots you are.”
The shadow outline of a jackal’s head flared around Anapa’s head. His dark lips trembled, betraying a glimpse of his fangs. “So you see, I have a vested interest in this venture. In the presence of Apep, no other god can exist. I want to prevent his resurrection, and if he manages to resurrect, I have to murder him again. And the three of you will help me.”
Silence descended. My mind struggled to get a grip. Too much information to process. “If Apep is so terrible, why do they want to resurrect him?”
“Because they are outcasts,” Anapa said. “They are unlike others. They grow snake fangs in their mouths, they have jaws that open too wide, and they know that others are repulsed by it. They seek to belong. They want to know where they came from and they want to take pride in who they are. They probably think Apep will protect them and he will. It’s just the rest of humanity that will be on his menu.”
“I want the staff,” Roman said suddenly.
“Mmm?” Anapa looked at him.
“I want the staff,” the black volhv repeated. “If I do this, you will not harm me and will give me the Bone Staff to take back to my people.”
“Fine.” Anapa waved his hand.
I stared at Roman. “What are you doing?”
“I’m imposing order on a fractal,” Roman said. “If I define the terms of the bargain, he’s bound by them. He can’t do anything else to me.”
Anapa leaned back and laughed.
Raphael stepped forward. His face was grim and I saw determination in the set of his jaw. Uh-oh.
“You have a problem with me over the knife. Why didn’t you just ask for the knife?” Raphael said.
“Because the less you knew about this mess, the better,” Anapa said. “Given half a chance, humans will screw things up, as the three of you have so deftly proven.”
“So you deliberately kept me in the dark, and now you want to blame me for my ignorance? That isn’t fair.”
Anapa’s gaze fixed on him. “I am a god. I don’t do fair.”
Raphael met it. “You have a problem with me, fine. Leave her out of this. She didn’t do anything to you.”
“No,” Anapa said.
Oh, Raphael. Why would you think I would stand for that?
“If you want my help, let her off the hook.” Raphael growled.
Anapa shook his head. “No.”
“Why?”
The ghostly jackal head appeared around Anubis. “Who are you to question me?”
Raphael’s lips trembled, betraying a flash of his teeth. “She goes free with no obligation to participate in your scheme. That’s my price.”
“Rejected.”