Once a might God of War, reduced to a shackled property. It's been too long since he lost to you, in a battle of true authority as King. At least, to his worn out yet odorless body.

Seth lays motionless by the cold floor of your bed, perhaps with the endless torment, his fangs have dulled. It's heart-breaking to see him this way, but it's the closest thing you can call love. You own him this way.