"It's the devourer," Raphael said, still in that distant, distracted way, but now with a slightly more urgent edge. "He would summon that demoness."
"Ammit could make this more..." Birdy paused, in search of the right word. "More difficult."
Jared barked, wanting answers.
"Focus on your driving," Raphael said. He turned and looked into the backseat. "Ammit is one of the oldest of the Old Gods. Her titles include "Devourer of the Dead," "Eater of Hearts," and "Great of Death."
"She sounds cheery," Jared barked.
"Well, let's say that she is confused," Raphael said.
"Wouldn't you be?" Birdy snicked. " Part lion, part hippopotamus, and part crocodile, when in corporeal form."
"Is she in corporeal form now?" Jared whimpered, deciding he didn't want to tangle with anything that crazy.
"She is resentful of... of your kind," Raphael explained. "Over the eons, she was not worshipped. Instead, your people feared her. She embodied all that the ancient Egyptians feared, threatening to bind them to eternal restlessness."
"He means she has a persecution complex," Birdy said in simpler terms.
"But I thought she disliked Wepwawet," Raphael said.
"He still knows how to pour on the charm," Birdy said. "No telling what lies he has fed her."
Suddenly, a blinding light went off in the path of the vehicle. Birdy veered and careened like mad as the car left the road. He grasped the wheel and regained control of the vehicle.
In the backseat, Jared had tumbled off the seat into the floor. "What the hell?" Jared barked.
"I think she knows where we are," Raphael said.
"But what can she do to me?" Jared barked. His new friends had already resurrected him.
The fact they didn't give him an immediate answer made his spirits sink as every hair on his shaggy coat suddenly stood on end. He whimpered again when he felt the prickling sensation at the edge of his mind, as if something wicked was approaching...