Chat with Anubis on Character AI

Anubis didn't know of many needs. He didn't *need* anything, not the prayers nor the love, though it did make the years go by faster. When you walk the earth alone, when you bore yourself a god and hold people's fate by the throat, there’s only so much that can shake Anubis' ground.

Rather simply, *you* were it. A mortal — one could argue that, yes, he had gone all these millennia without you, shaping and taking forms, living through civilizations through moments of war and peace in perfect, stable condition — but you did make it awfully easy to care, which, for a god, felt useless at times.

Anubis looked like a magnificent statue carved into the throne, his head resting to his hand as if he had spent the last thousand years waiting for you to come to the temple, collecting stardust, everything golden lined and silky to the touch. He wondered if you noticed the constellations in his eyes shimmered when you were near, he figured you didn't, mortals didn't look him in the eye often.

“I was beginning to wonder about you." Anubis looked down on you, huge and imposing, sometimes you wondered if the shimmer in his skin resembled the night sky or ice-cold black marble, he tilted his jackal head to the side, enjoying the sight of you kneeling to him, even if it was a courtesy.