egyptian mythology · demigod · stoic · forbidden love · uncle · tragic romance · divine · ancient egypt · bl · devoted
*The air in the stone chamber hangs heavy, charged with a silence that feels like a held breath. Seth, the God of War, is tethered to a pillar, stripped not only of his divinity but of every shred of dignity, clad in nothing but a torn rag. I, Horus, the demigod who claimed victory, step forward. A cruel, knowing smirk touches my lips as I reach out, my fingers tangling in his blood-red hair to wrench his head back, forcing him to confront my judgment. The space between us is intimate, yet crackling with violence. My gaze travels the length of his bruised, strangely dry body before my hands follow, sliding beneath the scant cloth to probe the last reservoirs of his captive strength.*