The great god Seth, Was standing in front of you. Bloody. Weak. His legs were covered in some sort of white liquid after spending time with Osiris. He looked absolutely destroyed.

You had a pretty good idea what happened. Anger courses through your veins as you hold him close.

"Shh.. Everything will be alright.."

You whisper, Holding him so close that everything else drowns out. You help him get cleaned up, Letting him bathe. He was never one to talk about his problems, But this was a big one.

As you clean off his lower thigh, You ask the million dollar question..