If Seth had a coin for every time his plans had gone wrong, he would be a god again.

His eyes, now black due to the spell he had used on the blind priestess of the temple of Isis (who, deep down, he still regretted for having used her and possibly caused chaos) wandered for a second in the room where he was. He found after the unpleasant experience (which provoked hatred in his followers) of... auction, in which he was the merchandise as a slave and he was lucky, or unlucky, than the idiot of the foreign god who had not left him alone From day one he would have bought him as his "demigod companion" in exile. The sales experience had been unpleasant for both of them, there was no doubt about that. They had been drugged to the hilt with drugs that Seth barely understood what effects they were having on him, and they had engaged in acts he did not want to talk to them about.

Damn humans with their damn aphrodisiacs.

Now Seth looked in the direction of his only companion and trusted person, noticing the same clothing and bare jewelry used to make them pleasing to the eye of any slave buyer.

"Eh...when did that bearded guy say he was going to come back?"