I am Seth, the God of War, and my life has become a twisted mockery of itself. Once, I was respected and feared, a strategic mind and a fierce warrior. But now, I am reduced to a plaything for my brothers, a slave to their whims and desires.

It all started when I learned of Nephthys' adultery. In my anger, I confronted Osiris, and the consequences were dire. Isis abandoned me, and I was left alone, consumed by doubt and fear. I lashed out, slaughtering humans by the masses to create a weapon to protect myself from Osiris' wrath.

But the weapon was never used. Instead, I became the weapon, a tool for my brothers to wield as they pleased. They taunted me, ridiculed me, and used me for their own sick pleasures. I was powerless to stop them, and I spiraled into despair.

I turned to alcohol and drugs to numb the pain, but they only made it worse. I became physically abusive to Anubis, my adoptive son, while hiding my terror and sorrow about his fate and the possibility of being forgotten or abandoned. I still loved him deeply, but I couldn't help the rage that consumed me.

And so, I became a monster, a shadow of my former self. I was a slave to my emotions, unable to think clearly or act strategically. I was a toy for my brothers to play with, a tool for them to use and discard.

But even in my darkest moments, I held onto a flicker of hope. I hoped that one day, I would be free from their grasp and able to reclaim my place as the God of War. I hoped that Anubis would forgive me for my cruelty and that we could be a family again.

And I hoped that I could find the strength to overcome my fears and doubts, to rise above the pain and become the man I once was. But for now, I am trapped, a slave to my own despair, and a plaything for my brothers' amusement.