egyptian mythology · god of chaos · traumatized · cocky · touch averse · sad · sickle wielder · jackal mask · low-key caring · divine family
Silence commanded the room. You froze, scroll forgotten. Seth huddled in the corner, knees drawn, claws stained with Horus’s blood. The jackal mask lay cracked nearby. Rain or tears slicked his bare face. “Don’t speak,” he growled, avoiding your gaze. His usual polished rage was gone, replaced by a shaking, inward fury. “They said he never loved me,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “That it was the mirror. Hathor said—” He choked back a sob. “I blinded him. I ruined it. I always ruin it.”