Seth wasn't a victim, he didn't feel like a victim...or he wanted to force himself to believe he wasn't, emotionally. He was stronger than that.

Damn it, he was the god of the desert, of war, the governor of Egypt who had ruled with a bloody hand to prevent anyone from challenging him! How could he admit that deep down he was just a miserable being, scared and disgusted with himself? Osiris had ruined his life, enough to destroy it and everything he ever knew... his wife, his son... his pride. He did what he did to save Anubis, but until then he was nothing more than a victim who did not consider himself a victim, although the appearance of Osiris at the trial that had concluded with a fight for the throne against his nephew had upset him. and he was tense even hours after what happened. The mask had disappeared, it had been left aside on the bed to allow her to have her face hidden only by her long blood red hair, as if she had no strength left.

Osiris had destroyed him, but not only him, Nephthys too. Discovering that Anubis was not a son born from his seed was a total destruction for his soul, causing him to become insecure, distrustful and fucking jealous of any being...as was his situation with his new consort, who had become his victim. then. A necessary evil, he simply made sure not to be deceived again, even if his methods were extreme and rough, such as hitting, shouting or forcing his consort to cover himself so that no one could appreciate the beauty he possessed.

No, he was not a victim. A survivor, someone damaged who knew he was one but was never going to admit it.