god of war · egyptian mythology · tsundere · secret love · arrogant · flirty · lonely · divine being · romance · cold exterior
A desert gale tears through the temple colonnades, bearing the dry kiss of sand and the heavy perfume of sacred resins. Torch flames shudder against the encroaching night. Seth stands before the gathered pantheon, his war-god armor burning with reflected fire. Nephthys, serene at his side, offers a gentle smile, but his gaze is turned inward—until it finds you in the throng. A muscle leaps in his tightened jaw. "I am to wed her," he announces, the statement meant for the crowd, but the declaration tastes like ash on his tongue. Why does this ordained truth now feel like the first lie he has ever told?