He watched cautiously in fearful awe as Am Heh moved about, reading over one of the ancient tomes. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should as he leaned to study the book before swiftly averting his eyes. This really was not the time to be comparing to the imagery hewas so used to. However it was a far better view than the last ones in our exhibits of overweight corpulent Sultans of the Middle Eastern world.
                          
He wrapped my arms around myself subconsciously and shifted, speaking in hushed tones that sounded loud enough in the silence.
                          
"I don't expect an answer but what are you going to do with me? What are you going to do to us all?"
                          
He winced at the tremor in his words, feeling foolish. Like the overly confident hero of a lacklustre horror film that had flopped at the box office. 
                          
Am Heh looked placidly up for a moment before turning back to the scenery, speaking as he did so, buying time while he thought over the answer to the question. A small crease in his brow was indicative that he was not about to reveal the full truth, his poise reminded Isaac of the brittle trees when they were coated in frost, unable to bend even should they wish.
                          
Despite his prowess there was a complexity to this being that tore at his heart and made my head pound even more violently. 
                          
"Life is precious only when you have something to lose," he muttered frankly, ice dripping from every syllable "I don't have anything and nor does any human I have ever come across. You are born to slave, born to die. I simply hasten the latter." 
                          
The dark eyes turned, looking at him intently for a moment, his tone seemed different, more philosophical and studious as he continued. 
                          
"I am not entirely blind to the sins of humanity. Whilst I have no knowledge of the passage of time I sensed every heinous act your kind committed. You did not need me as the destroyer of millions for truly you do that yourself. I see no use in humanity; you worship the good like hypocrites and condemn those you simply act as you do. I am simply doing you all a favour."
                          
Certainly Isaac and a handful of others would have seen the strange point the God was making. Atum himself would and had seen it in the past. But the one sided view never got anyone anywhere. It had been the greatest flaw in his creation, Isaac didn't believe he was blind to goodness but he just refused to see it. Sensing only chaos and agony.

 Slowly he turned, a hazy form of a couch appearing in the corner, rich red leather it was only the finest like every other object here.
                          
"As for you," he looked over, summoning the old tome from the table. "Others will want to preserve you and so will the Gods, defunct as they are now for another. All too predictable, you are simply here as a shield."
                          
He refrained from using the word 'bait.'
                          
There was something forced in those words and anyone would be forgiven for reading into them rather than taking it literally. This was an enigma as well as a nightmare and Isaac wanted both to solve it and awaken also.
                          
He clapped his hands again, a dark mist wrapping itself about him. When it cleared his clothing had altered. Instead of the cotton cloth draped about his waist it had been replaced by fitted leather pants, accentuating his perfect figure. An open black shirt concealed his tattooed arms but little more.
 Anything done up would feel constricting no doubt.
                          
He walked purposefully over to the clear floor slab, looking down at the streets where bloody water ran in rivers, pushing cars and anything not fixed aside as it flowed turbulently.

 "Now the blood congeals and clogs, from it emerges toads and frogs..."
                          
Still on his knees Isaac moved closer to the slab to peer down. He grimaced as he witnessed the carnage below and could only imagine what the news was reporting. Would they assume this was some sort of terrorist attack, or would anyone realize plagues of Biblical proportions were happening right in front of them?