When the reign of the Gods of Egypt came to an end, they did not disappear from the world of the mortals. They in fact simply went to their own tombs when their time was up. Just about every one of these tombs was hidden from mortal eyes, successfully.
Save for one, which would change the world in the year 2000, the year everyone on earth feared. Even if the precious computers didn’t fail the way everyone thought they would, something worse (Or maybe even beneficial) would return to the Earth it had left thousands of years ago.
Back in 1999, a tomb was discovered. Surprisingly, it was found very nearby the Nile, in an area where it was known to flood. Two major things amazed Egyptologists about it; that it had no mummy inside, and, despite being so close to the Nile River, it showed no evidence of flooding. The standing water found inside the tomb was expected to have been there ever since its construction who-knows-how-many dynasties ago?
In early 2000, one Egyptologist named Erick was examining the artifacts recovered from the tomb. One artifact in particular caught his interest, as well as the interests of many other Egyptologists.
It was an Ankh that was found inside the tomb. The Ankh was placed atop a pedestal, similar to where one would place a Bible inside a church. The Ankh had never been touched by human hands before; the archaeologists who removed it had brought it to the institute using gloves and boxes. It was so that no one would smudge it with dirty fingerprints.
Erick wanted to get a closer look at something he thought was written on the Ankh. Something was important about it, because many other treasures recovered appeared to be clothing and jewelry, as well as a staff that may have been a ceremonial staff or simply a royal scepter for decoration.
Right as Erick opened the box, he pulled his hands back right as if he were burned. He almost forgot an important rule about dealing with priceless artifacts: Do not touch them with your bare hands.
Erick looked around for gloves to get a closer look at the Ankh with. He checked the entire lab, but all he could find were Latex Gloves. Erick never used Latex gloves, ever since he had suffered an allergic reaction to them, he had to use alternatives, which were sometimes not that much better than smelly Latex.
Frustrated, Erick went back to the artifact. Then, he remembered. No one was in the lab at all, it was only him. If he cleaned up his hands, he shouldn’t leave any finger-prints on the artifact, right?
After spending about ten minutes vigorously washing his hands, Erick walked back to the ankh and picked it up. Immediately, a strange feeling flowed through his hands. It spread into his entire body. Erick dropped it.
But Erick’s eyes were completely different. Instead of being white and brown, they were all a sickly-yellow. The irises had vanished, and the pupil slit, looking much more like the eye of a cat. Or a crocodile.
“I exist again?” Erick’s voice said. He inspected his hands, and looked around at his body and surroundings.
“I’m Sobek, I shouldn’t look like this at all. Not a good enough avatar.”
As he had said, Erick the human had been replaced, simply absorbed into the Egyptian God Sobek. Sobek now had all of Erick’s memories and experiences, but he had Erick’s body. Erick’s personality was simply over-written with the great god, deleted. No more room for it, the memories of his past avatars were nough.
Sobek removed Erick’s shirt. He looked down at the stomach. It bulged a little, and he scowled at it.
“You should have skipped a few deserts,” he said out loud, using a term he had learned from Erick’s memories.
Sobek simply removed all of the flab from Erick’s stomach, legs, and arms. As if he had been working out religiously all his life, Erick was physically fit right like that. Like an Egyptian who had no high-fat foods, excess calories, and who had spend all his waking hours toiling beneath the sun.
“Much better,” he said, inspecting his arm.
But Sobek’s avatar was far from finished. As he looked at his arm, the finger nails hardened into claws, somewhat of an extension of his finger-bones. His other arm mirrored it. Then, Sobek removed his shoes and changed his feet. Claws emerged, much like his hands had, and then the feet stretched out a little, losing the arch. Sobek had no need for shoes other than his special Sandals he had another avatar made.
The hair on Erick’s body all fell off. The only hair that remained was on Erick’s head, which thinned out from the forehead and then grew longer, now hanging over his shoulders. It also turned pure black. Sobek would fix that easily, once he was done changing the human body.
The skin begun to harden and dry out. The arms became slightly shorter while the legs became stockier. On the front of Erick’s body, his skin begun to change into scutes, a soft underbelly. The rest of the skin turned dark green, small spiky ridges jutting out of Erick’s back.
Sobek changed Erick’s face most. It pulled forwards and changed into a crocodile’s head. Sobek opened his crocodilian muzzle and tapped on the empty gums, new fangs forming, and he slowly changed the pathetic human teeth (Though much better kept than his previous avatars, Sobek pointed out) into crocodilian fangs. Fangs that would rend flesh and grow back as needed. The shoulder-length hair looked a little out of place on the crocodilian hair.
Sobek would do the tail next, but as he tried to remove Erick’s pants, his claws snagged on the material. It took a few minutes, but he managed to remove them, though he horribly ripped the clothes.
“I should have done that first, my claws don’t get stuck on my kilt,” he said to himself with his new inhuman tongue.
Sobek bent forward slightly and the long hard tail burst out of his backside. It was heavy, and contained the same ridges on his back and scutes on his frontside. Sobek moved it around to his hands, and he smiled.
“Got it. Worthy avatar, but where are the clothes?”
Looking around, he opened up other boxes and finally found everything. His jewelry, the kilt, and most importantly, his staff and Ankh. The ankh that had housed his soul for the thousands of years he slept.
He put them all on, while entering a restroom in the hallway. While in there, he fixed his hair so that it would look much less sloppy. Once he was finished, Sobek smiled.
“My avatar is finished, I should have fun leading this world.”
Sobek looked at the toilet and flushed it. Despite that Erick had taught him what it was and what it was used for, the rest of Sobek who had not seen the modern world was fascinated by it.
“This is amusing,” he said to himself, flushing the toilet repeatedly, “I wonder what other joys this earth will show me?”