Page 6 of Looking for Seth

"She's good," Baal responded, pulling out a sleeve of photos. "You'll be wanting to get her to redevelop all of yours too."

"I don't have that many that need it," Ptah responded. "I don't have your passion for photography."

Baal shrugged. "I like being able to travel. At least by being a photographer, I can get paid for it. Did I tell you about the endangered tiger I managed to get a photo of in India last year?"

"At least seventeen times," Ptah responded with an amused note in his voice. "But I'll listen again if you want me to."

"Nah, it's fine. I'll just go and find something else to take photos of so I can bore you to death," Baal said. "But you'll be glad to know that the photos I brought are all of people." He pulled them out and spread them across the table.

Bastet picked one up and stared at it. "I recognise this temple."

"You should. It's yours," he pointed out. "I did a tour of Africa that year and visited a lot of places." He shuffled through the photos and selected a few more to show her.

Bastet looked through them, seemingly impressed by the quality. "Wow, you even managed to get Seth to pose for a photo?"

Baal chuckled. "Yeah, he was against it at first, but he came around."

"Can I see?" I asked, intrigued to see what the infamous god of storms and chaos looked like.

Bastet passed me the photo, and I took it from her, staring down at the two smiling men pictured. One was clearly Baal, his dark skin glowing in the sun, and his kind smile possible to make out despite him being no bigger than my thumb.

But it wasn't Baal that caught my attention in the photo, it was the man next to him. Seth wasn't as tall as the other man, but even from the photo, I could sense the power he exuded. That wasn't the most intriguing thing about him, though. There was something familiar about his face, as if I'd seen him before.

"You okay?" Bastet asked.

"Seth just looks familiar," I admitted, setting the photo down. "Is there another photo?"

She nodded and handed it to me. This one was almost a headshot, and it only increased the intensity of the feeling that I'd seen his face before. His eyes were intense, like they held the storms he was the god of inside them, and his smile almost made it seem as if he was both happy and uncomfortable to be there.

"So familiar," I murmured.

"Maybe you met him and just don't remember?" she suggested.

"It seems unlikely," I responded. He had a face that didn't seem like it would be easy to forget, but perhaps I was just thinking that because I wanted to believe it, and not because it was necessarily true.

"Then perhaps you saw him across the room at one point or another. You visited Egypt during the height of its power. It's perfectly reasonable to assume he was there at some point."

"Maybe." But that didn't seem likely. By the time I was visiting Egypt, Seth's followers and political power had already started to wane thanks to the rumours of what he'd tried to do to his family. Even at the time, I'd known there wasn't any truth in them, but that hardly mattered to the people. "I might have just seen someone who looks like him," I responded, placing the photo down.

"It's probably something like that," Bastet responded with a nod.

"Your witch has done some good things with these photos," I said to Baal. "I can see a lot of people wanting her services."

He smiled. "She did. I've been trying to get her to come to speed dating," he admitted.

"You should, it's a lot of fun," I encouraged him.

My phone buzzed, pulling me away from the conversation. I turned it over and checked the message, a smile coming to my face when I realised that Saul had finally responded.

I was about to click away from the chat when his photo caught my attention. With a frown, I made it larger and stared at the handsome face.

My eyes widened, and I reached for one of Baal's photos, looking between the two and realising why Seth looked so familiar.

The mortal I thought I'd been chatting to on a dating app wasn't a mortal at all.