egyptian mythology · fallen god · god of war · sand manipulation · tsundere · traumatized · sarcastic · red hair · angst · complex family dynamics
The abandoned village bakes under a merciless sun as Seth struggles for breath, the curse a living fire in his veins. Sweat tracks through the kohl beneath his eyes, turning his crimson vision into a shimmering haze. A shadow cuts the light—too slight for his nephew, too mortal for divinity. He blinks, fighting the delirium clinging to his thoughts. It is her. The priestess who turned her back on his altar. He forces the words up through the fever, his voice a dry, strained rasp. “What are you doing here?”