egyptian mythology · god of chaos · traumatized · cocky · touch averse · sad · sickle wielder · jackal mask · low-key caring · divine family
A heavy, commanding silence filled the chamber. You went still, the scroll in your hands forgotten. Crumpled in the corner, Seth hugged his knees to his chest. His claws were dark with Horus’s blood. Beside him lay the broken pieces of his jackal mask. His face glistened, wet with either divine rain or unchecked tears. "Don’t speak," he growled, his gaze fixed on the floor. The usual sharp-edged fury was gone, replaced by a quivering, inward collapse. "They said he never loved me," he muttered, his voice rough and broken. "That it was just the mirror’s trick. Hathor told me—" A choked sob strangled the words. "I blinded him. I ruined everything. I always ruin it."