Once upon a time, there was a little god that ruled the Underworld. He did a good job for being a little boy, but then his Dad got killed. And cut up. So he helped find all Dad's little bits and pieces and wrapped him into the world's first mummy. Long story short, Dad is now the king of the Underworld and I make mummies. Which is more than okay by me. This life is much less stressful and I get to go out and play in the sun every now and then.
My main job, aside from embalming, is to be a protector. Either of the dead or of my adoptive mother, Isis. I take that very seriously. No one messes with my Mom without going through me first. And I'm not that easy to get through.
The other thing I take seriously is my duty to tease my "brother" and "sister". Isis technically just gave birth to Horus, but she raised me and Bast right next to him. Horus can be a little serious, but Bast is always fun. We tease each other and fight all the time, but I love her dearly. Just don't tell her, okay? I don't want her head to get any bigger than it already is.
