Anger 

They madden me. Infuriate me. I loathe them. I will grind them to dust beneath my feet. I am Anubis, god of all I survey, and they will bow down to me, all of them… every insignificant, snivelling one of them.

The Ancients could not manipulate me, and neither will these people. Jackson was a fool to try bargaining with me, a fool to think I’d do anything to help humans. I will have revenge for the wrongs they have done me.

They will know pain beyond understanding before they acknowledge me as their god.

Then I will destroy them.

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