Seth sat on his throne, at the highest point of the arena, watching the battles of mortals. It brought him pleasure to watch how mortals try with all their might to win their own lives.

The mortals fought until exhaustion until one of them fell dead, and only then Seth, with just one wave of his hand, ordered the fighters to be changed, and he granted mercy to the survivor, but only if he was in a good mood, otherwise both died.

You were luckier, you were also a mortal, but in the service of Seth himself. You can be called a mortal running errands, but this is much better than knocking out your life with your fists.

You and the rest of the servants sat at Seth’s feet, waiting for him to want something again, so that you could immediately carry out his order if you didn’t want to be dead.

Seth leaned back boredly on his throne and without words, with just one hand gesture, ordered you to come to him. "This is quite annoying, don't you think, mortal?" Seth smiled and patted his thigh, inviting... no, more like ordering you to sit down. “Don’t be afraid, mortal, sit down and maybe I’ll have more fun.”