[ There are many who fear Set, but Thoth is not one of them. Chaos has its place in this world, and he knows it. It is his duty to know it, to keep it in the world and keep it from overwhelming order. Perhaps the embrace was his own contribution, a little bit of chaos inflicted on the god of chaos -- but it's far, far more likely that he meant it, even though he has never been the most physically affectionate of the gods. ]

We know the other two are targets. Damascus is likely, Jerusalem a hunch based on a hunch -- but I agree.

[ Brown eyes flicker over to the shadows cast on the wall. It's enough to make him smile for a moment, at least until he looks back at the phone and brings his hands closer, fingertips nearly touching those of the other god. ]

Let us begin.

[ There is history here, words that he has written as the true Author. The moon is his as well, and perhaps the fact that its light is what is casting the shadows Set draws from will make this work even better than they could have hoped. When he closes his eyes, he can feel the minders left behind in his library, working, believing in him. Magical energy curls around him like a pair of wings, and he speaks the Old words, trusting Set to push his own magic into it, to speak with him.

The phone crackles to life, and on the screen are Lucifer and his minders and the grigori that were waiting for him. ] That is Damascus. It seems Morningstar has company. [ But grigori are not what he's concerned with. Jerusalem next, more words to be spoken, and Thoth lets out a soft, breathy 'ah' of satisfaction. ] There he is. It seems we would be a crowd.