Divinity Detox: Gods Gone Viral

Anubis had spent thousands of years weighing the hearts of the dead, guiding souls to their final judgment.

Now?

Now he was waiting for a corpse to comment on his YouTube video.

It was 1:37 AM, and Anubis sat in his dimly lit apartment, surrounded by half-drunk coffee cups and a wall of crime scene notes. His jackal ears twitched in annoyance as he refreshed the screen.

His latest video—"Cult Conspiracy or Divine Glitch? | Death Files Ep. 52"—had 400,000 views.

But that wasn’t the weird part.

The weird part was that one of the corpses from his own investigation had just liked the video.

And then commented:

@WeaverOfFate: The Spider spins for the Titan.

Anubis narrowed his eyes. He knew that phrase.

It was what the reanimated cultist had whispered before its body had collapsed back into lifelessness.

The same dead body

He took a slow breath.

"This is bad."

A new notification popped up.

@WeaverOfFate is now following you.

Anubis slammed his laptop shut.

Yeah. Really bad

By 2:00 AM, Anubis was sitting in a rain-soaked alleyway, waiting for the one person who might know what the hell was going on.

The air smelled like wet asphalt and cigarette smoke. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed into the night.

A voice drifted from the shadows. "You’re late."

Anubis didn’t even look up. "You’re always hiding in dramatic places, so I consider us even."

A figure stepped into the dim light of a flickering streetlamp—Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft, Keeper of the Crossroads, and occasional hacker.

She wore an oversized hoodie covered in occult symbols, and her violet eyes glowed faintly under the neon light.

"You said it was urgent," she said, pulling out a USB drive shaped like a tiny skull.

Anubis handed her his laptop. "A corpse liked my video."

She stared at him. "You’re going to have to elaborate."

Anubis ran a hand through his dark hair, his jackal ears twitching. "Prometheus is doing something. People are dying, but they’re not staying dead."

Hecate muttered a curse and plugged the USB into his laptop. The screen flickered to life, lines of corrupted code scrolling like static.

Then—the video opened itself.

The sound warped. The pixels distorted.

The corpse’s voice spoke again.

"Prometheus sees you."

Then, for a split second, the static cleared.

And in the background of the cultist’s lair, barely visible through the flickering screen—

Was Anansi’s web.

Hecate sucked in a breath. "Oh, that’s not good."

Anubis clenched his jaw. "Yeah."

Because if Anansi the Spider-God was involved, then the web being spun wasn’t just a cult.

It was a trap.

And it was already closing.

To be continued…