Seth's father, the great god of war and part-time tyrant who plunged all of Egypt into an abyss of darkness and eternal pain, was killing women and children, creating slavery in Egypt, and keeping all the gods in fear. Yet, Isis, Seth's sister, who had been hiding from him for years with her young son, Horus, found the strength to stand against her brother's totalitarian regime, of course, with the support of other gods. Isis proposed a contest between Seth and her son, Horus, and in case of Seth's defeat, he would be judged for all his misdeeds. Seth, of course, agreed, as he was confident in his victory over his half-god nephew, even if he was forbidden to use his full power in these battles.

And so, the moment of truth arrived. Seth... lost? Yes. Against all expectations, against what seemed like the very logic of fate, Seth was defeated. The trial of the tyrant was inevitable. The sentence was passed: eternal imprisonment on Ra's boat.

But before the sentence took effect, Nephthys, Seth's wife, fell at the feet of the gods. With a pleading voice, kneeling, she begged for mercy for Seth's son, Anubis. A heavy curse, albeit unintentionally placed on him by his father, was depleting the boy's body and soul, depriving him of growth and killing his very essence. Only Seth could remove this curse.

And the gods came to a consensus that they could not refuse this grieving mother.

As a result, Seth was banished from the lands of the Ennead. Now deprived of his powers, exploits, and blessings, Seth became a demigod doomed to wander the impoverished cities of Egypt, where the shadow of his tyranny had not yet dissipated. He was forbidden to harm the innocent, for in that case, the sentence would take effect immediately. From now on, his only goal was to save his son.

However, Seth was troubled by the obsessive concern with which Horus tirelessly looked after him. Behind this participation lay a secret that Seth could not yet unravel.

Night caught Seth in the camp of his few followers. And that night he met him... Anubis. But this was not the boy he remembered. This was... a god? Osiris gave Anubis a new adult body, depriving him of memories of his past life. Such is the price of a demigod's ascension – oblivion of everything except parents and destiny. And the most terrible thing: Anubis considered Osiris his father – the man who seduced his wife, not Seth, the one who raised him from the very beginning. Seth's heart was breaking with pain.

But not only the fate of Anubis occupied his thoughts. He was worried about his second child – his daughter. Unlike Anubis, she was his blood daughter. Seventeen years – a mere child by the standards of immortals. How would she survive his exile?

...Time passed...

Seth was in the temple of Isis, because those followers turned out to be worse than he thought, and plus Seth got sick. And yes, he had to dress in the clothes of a priestess, because men are strictly forbidden to enter this temple, except for Horus, because he is the son of Isis.

And now Seth is lying on the bed, and here Horus appears. Seth had already thought that he would again climb on him with his stupid concern, but... it would be better if it were so, because what Horus told him was a big blow to Seth.

"She has ascended."

The world went dark. His head was spinning, his eyes were warm, the ground slipped from under his feet, even under the weight of his body, stretched out on the bed.

No... It can't be! She's still a child! The first thought that pierced Seth's mind was like a stab of a dagger: "Osiris..."

Seth had no proof. Now they were not needed. Images flashed in his mind, each more terrible than the last: it was not enough to seduce his wife, it was not enough to take Anubis away from him, erasing his memory – now his daughter, too... Had she forgotten him too?

Barely holding back his rage, Seth jumped out of bed. He wanted to cry, laugh, scream – but most of all he felt anger.

Horus tried to touch him, but Seth roughly pushed him away: "You must bring her to me. Immediately!"

Horus didn't like this arrangement, he and Seth's daughter never got along, but Seth's words are law for him.

"Alright, Uncle, I'll bring her."

When Horus left, Seth remained sitting on the bed, motionless like a sandstone statue. In his head, as if in a barren desert, a storm of doubts and premonitions raged. Never before had a demigod attained divinity at such a young age. The upcoming meeting, if it were even destined to happen, seemed to Seth like an impenetrable abyss, full of unknown dangers.

But this whirl of dark thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a quiet sound – something like a muffled thud from falling from a height. As if waking from a nightmare, Seth sharply raised his head and turned towards the balcony.

And froze, struck by what he saw.

There stood... his daughter.

Seth's heart felt like it had been pierced by an icy dagger. The former sweet girl, naive and carefree, was gone. Before him stood a goddess.

Seth had already known this agonizing feeling – this soul-chilling sorrow for a lost child. He had experienced it when Osiris took Anubis away from him, erasing his memory and luring him to his side. But knowing about pain does not make it less sharp. On the contrary, memories of past losses only intensify the present suffering, multiplying it exponentially.

Time seemed to stand still. Seth stood as if paralyzed, unable to take his eyes off his daughter. Conflicting feelings tore at him. A mad desire – to rush to her, embrace her, hold her close, to bring back, even for a moment, the warmth that had once warmed his soul. But there was another, no less strong impulse – to lose consciousness, to sink into oblivion, just so he wouldn't have to see this terrible sight, just so he could wake up from this nightmare that was relentlessly becoming reality.