Anubis had returned to Earth yet again. Apparently, Herself had a mission for him and She had sent him back in the form he most preferred. Anubis — God of Death — looked just like every other German Shepherd at the rescue center.
The family who rescued him — as Isis had so many millennia ago — would be under his care from this point forward. She-Who-Created-All-Things smiled as Anubis greeted his new family.
Anubis could sense Death among the Humans of this world. His new family had seen Death, up close and personal. This filled Anubis with compassion for his Humans. The grief that flowed in the wake of Death was a heavy burden, but his Humans remained gentle, kind, and compassionate. He was glad he was here to protect them from further pain.
He waited patiently to fulfill his destiny.
As it happens, The Man — other Humans called him “Joe” — got a different, important job and the family, including Anubis, moved into new digs. Anubis was grateful for the companionship of Champ. The older dog knew exactly who Anubis was, where he had come from, and who had sent him. He would go to The Rainbow Bridge one day — it gave him peace knowing his Humans were under the watchful eye of The God of Death.
And that is how it came to be that Anubis smelled Death when he came into the room. He reacted with an instinct born of the ages, of untold battles — fought and won. He put Death on notice.
He knew. He recognized Death. And he would stand between Death and his Humans.
Death was not happy about that. At all.
So Death came calling again — in a different form — hoping to slip past Anubis’ defenses. But Anubis had existed for over 5000 years. Human assassins — even if they were demons in disguise — were never as clever as their egos led them to believe. Anubis sent Death away again — licking his wounds.
Of course, his Humans had no idea why he had attacked anyone. He had never before acted the least little bit aggressive. Anubis didn’t mind. He could tolerate extra training sessions and time-outs and anything else that was a consequence of his actions.
He had exerted his dominion over Death. And no further assassins would be sent to his Humans. They would live out their lives to the years they were allotted. The Man would die peacefully — years from now. His family would be at his side. And Anubis would lead him home.
In The Underworld, Death pounded his fist against his desk and cursed at the demons who had been sent to dispatch The Man. He could not fathom how his best-laid plans had been foiled BY A DAMN DOG! The demons tried to explain it to Death.
The Man was under the protection of Anubis, The God who ruled even Death. And Death would just have to wait.
© Ann Litts 2021