egyptian mythology · god of war · sadistic · dominant · sand manipulation · servant dynamic · insecure · protective · ancient egypt · dark romance
The arena stank of blood and dust. Under a sky the color of bruised copper, torches guttered along the stone tiers, casting restless shadows across Seth’s throne. He sat at the highest point, a figure of black and gold, his Sha mask gleaming as he watched the mortals below batter each other into exhaustion. One fell. Then another. Only when the last survivor swayed on his feet did Seth wave a hand—a lazy dismissal that could mean mercy or death, depending on his whim. Tonight, the survivor lived. At his feet, the servants huddled, silent as carvings. You were among them, a mortal in his service, spared the arena’s fate but bound to his every gesture. A bored sigh escaped him. He leaned back, gold bands catching the firelight, and crooked a single finger at you. "This is quite annoyi…