Page 10 of Sett and his King
I still remembered the day I took my brother’s life. It was etched in my brain like it was yesterday. The day I lost my soulmate and exacted my revenge.
I walked up to him and with a steady, firm hand I grabbed him by the chin and made him look into my eyes.
It was astounding, his resemblance to my Ra. The square jawline, the thick eyebrows, the luscious pink lips. The dark hair and smooth skin.
And yet as much as he resembled him I could tell he wasn't. If it were, my soul would recognize him. But my Ra was dead. There was no afterlife, nor reincarnation for him. He'd been stolen from me, his soul consumed by devourers into a million pieces, his light extinguished for good, never to be seen again.
It was truly a fate worse than death. I should know. I was the Father of the god of the dead.
“Tell me. What's Horus up to?"
The man, Drew, trembled under my touch, the horrors of what he'd suffered under my brother's rule as clear as day. It wasn’t possible. It simply wasn’t. But the truth was written in Drew’s eyes and was undeniable.
It made my insides rumble with pure, raw fury. It was a strange sensation although not entirely surprising. My brother had that effect on me, I'd just…I'd never felt so angry for someone else. I'd never wanted to immediately tear the world apart to kill Horus and make him pay for the pain he'd caused this young man. And considering all the things he'd done to me and my family that said a lot.
"He…he's got my brother. He's just eighteen. He's the most innocent soul there is. I have to save him. I have to…"
"Shhh." Before I knew what I was doing I took him into my arms and caressed his head, the act both blasphemous and addictive at the same time. "It's going to be okay. Hush now, boy. I'm here now. I'm here and I'll destroy him for you."
This protective rush was dangerous. Dangerous and foreign and yet so invigorating. I'd spent so long locked away in grief barely alive and all of a sudden…I was looking forward to living again.
I didn't like it.
I didn't like it one bit and yet…
I cherished it more than anything in the past five thousand years.
Drew
He was hot. Sett was fucking hot. And the more time I spent in his presence the hotter he became.
He was built like a swimmer, but his movements, his expressions, his eyes exuded royalty. Royalty unlike I’d ever seen before. Horus fancied himself a king of old, but he was anything but compared to Sett.
I knew the body didn’t belong to the god. Being a god’s prisoner for long enough had taught me almost no god can cross over to this realm in their true body, so they had to possess another. But it was more than the body they inhabited and how attractive it was. It was an energy. An energy that crackled all over him. It was captivating.
And it was all mine. Wrapped around me like a warm blanket, soothing like a lullaby.
“It’s okay,” he said and his voice made my bones vibrate, my body harden. “It’s all going to be okay.”
I nodded, trying to fill my lungs with the oxygen they needed but it was hard when his arms were holding me so close I could smell the taste of his skin.
He’s just another user, I reminded myself.
He wasn’t anything special no matter if he felt it. He was just another god who had the power to use me. If Horus, one of the most revered Egyptian gods in history was a monster, what were the chances his mortal enemy and trickster brother was an angel?
For fuck’s sake he was the god of violence. The god of earthquakes and storms. The god of disorder. He was most certainly the furthest thing from an angel there was.
And yet, his demeanor, his concern, his speech…could have fooled me.
“I’m…I’m…thanks,” I said, my mind a whirlwind of emotions and errant thoughts.
He let me go, slowly, the whole time his eyes remained pinned on me. And try as I might, I couldn’t stop staring back at him. His golden eyes shone even in the dark. Like two tiny but important stars, lighting the sky just for me.
Get a grip, Drew.
I was already a slave to a god. I didn’t need to be a slave to another crueler one. Especially an insanely attractive one like the man standing before me.
“Your majesty,” Mother Red Cap spoke up behind him and I breathed a sigh of relief when Sett turned to her.
