Seth,
The silence stretched further and Seth closed his eyes tightly when he began to see shadows play in the dark.
He heard the whispers that asked him to give up and just surrender to the darkness.
He hugged his shaking, cold body and tried to focus on the good memories he had.
But each time when his lover's warm soul embraced him, he got pulled away into the darkness.
His father, siblings, war, murder, death, and a son who isn't his. He was reminded of everything he went through.
His existence is nothing, and his significance is worth nothing. He is but a soldier in his father's army.
A tool to spread the power of Ra. He has nothing to live for. He is hated; he is Seth the usurper.
The god gasped when he felt a cold hand clutch his throat and squeeze tightly.
A chilling voice asked him to give up and not to fight and he just relaxed, closing his eyes.
