Satan stood watching his forces go about their work and he was pleased. Cunning, Guile, Deceit. All profitable tools to be used by those sworn to his cause. Quietly laughing to himself Satan watch the scenes unfold before him.
Ptah was always a tinkerer, he was always creating little devices for his own entertainment. His latest invention was a scrying glass, he had hoped to to give the glass to another so they would be able to divine the alignment of some of the other Gods. Just as he was putting the finishing touches on the glass Death entered the room. Ptah quickly lunged for an invention, one he was certain would save him, but death could not be cheated. A green light flashed and Ptah was struck by pain unimaginable, falling to his knees Ptah's last thought was simple, "What would the afterlife hold in store for an immortal? Was there life after death at all?"
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Ptah, Inventor Has been killed!
Death examined his handiwork, the corpse of a former God cooling at his feet. "My work here is done," He murmured, "hopefully the others have dealt with Bast as well.
Day 2 has begun, 2 weeks till deadline.
