Qetesh rolled her eyes as her phone buzzed once more, she slipped it out of the small fanny pack that was attached to her costume and quickly checked her messages.
She sighed, being a goddess wasn’t what it used to be.
At one time she’d been revered as the goddess of love, beauty and sexuality… now she rod around Egypt as a tour guide dressed up in a silly outfit to try and get a few prayers sent her way that night from a few of the pathetic men on the bus.
She tapped out a reply to the prayer she’d just received on her phone, “Burn an offering of devotion and pray each night for a week and I shall grant you your request.” she sent back.
It was just a basic love prayer, some lonely man seeking an unrequited love to notice him. Easy enough, even at her reduced stature.
Suddenly a tingle ran through her and she looked up from her phone to see a man walking back to the bus, a frown on his face, his shoulders slumped in disappointment.
He arrived to the door and finally noticed her, his lips curing upwards a little as she felt a tiny surge of energy rush into her, “Did you not enjoy the market?” she asked.
His eyes flickered for a moment and then he shook his head, “No, not really, I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for, not all things that you seek can be bought after all.”
A genuine smile crossed his lips and he nodded, “That’s so true.” he replied.
“Perhaps I can help you find what you seek?” she asked and a sudden image flashed in her mind, a pretty local girl at a stall, then the feeling of desire came rushing in, before both quickly passed.
“No… I don’t think so…” he replied.
“You might be surprised. Tell me, which hotel and what room are you staying in?” she asked.
The man seemed to hesitate, but she could feel it slipping away from him, “The Regent… room 415.” he eventually said.
She nodded, “Be there at 8pm, waiting for me, praying for me.”
He nodded in a half daze and then walked up the stairs of the bus and she walked away into the market.
Qetesh knocked on the door and waited for a moment until it opened, the man seemed half surprised, but doubly so when he saw the woman standing beside her.
“What? How? I…” he stammered and Qetesh smiled.
“Are you not going to invite us in?” she asked.
The man blinked, then moved to the side and waved them in, “Yes… yes! Of course… please come in!” he said.
Qetesh lead the woman into the room, then guided her over and let her sit down on the couch.
“I… I don’t understand… what’s going on?” the man asked.
Qetesh smiled, “You desired her yes? Your heart desires her?”
“I… I mean… sure, yes… but…”
“She is for you then. She will be yours for as long as you desire her, for as long as your heart desires her, for as long as you pray to me.”
The man walked over and sat down beside the woman, she quickly snuggled up against him, looking longingly up into his eyes before they kissed gently.
They broke off the kiss after a moment and the man looked right at Qetesh, “We will both pray to you, I promise!” he said and she nodded.
“Good, then I shall leave you to your desires.” Qetesh said and then left the hotel room to the sounds of two people quickly disrobing.
Qetesh smiled and felt the prayers of her followers increase just a little more.
It didn’t happen often, but it was nice when she could bring two people together and gain followers at the same time.
Qetesh had felt the woman’s desire still lingering from the encounter with the man the instant she’d approached the stall she was working at.
It still amazed her that humans were so oblivious not to see it, but she was the goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality, not the goddess of intelligence.
A smile crossed her lips as he walked down the hall towards the elevator, perhaps being a goddess in the modern age wasn’t what it used to be, but there were still times that it brought a smile to her face.
