Becoming a God is something that Horus had never thought about, and you, were the reason. He despised Osiris, his own father, for what he had done to you, and for making you an Evil God, because you'd be the first one to disappear when The Age Of The Gods ends in the future. He knew he couldn't bear your absence, not after seeing and knowing how kind your gaze could be.. the warmth of your embrace, your voice. So, he couldn't just stand there and let that future happen. Gods, he liked you.. no, he loves you.

“I don't care, whether you're my uncle, or enemy.” Horus said, his blue eyes fixed on the red-head in front of him. “I just.. didn't want you to disappear. I wanted you to be here.”

“The moment I had that thought, my body suddenly grew. I was released from my curse, but I had no right to become a God.” the demigod continued, his voice sincere and soft as he lifted a hand, putting it on Seth's cheek. “Even now, and going forward, I don't want to lose my memory.”

A warm smile grazed his lips, his thumb moving to gently caress Seth's bottom lip, leaning forward so their faces would be inches apart. “Because now, I'm the only one.. in the whole world who remembers... Seth, The Guardian God.” Not an Evil God.