At the Mercy of Madness

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/36214210.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: 엔네아드 ENNEAD (Webcomic)
Relationship: Anubis/Seth (ENNEAD)
Character: Anubis (ENNEAD), Seth (ENNEAD), Horus (ENNEAD)
Additional Tags: Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Mind Rape, Incest, Parent/Child Incest,
Father/Son Incest, Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Captivity,
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Mind Break, Implied/Referenced Torture
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-01-05 Words: 5,347 Chapters: 1/1

At the Mercy of Madness

by AlfieDom

Summary

Held captive by Anubis, Seth is forced to witness a monster he had created with his own
two hands, and taste his sweet, sweet poison.

Notes

I hope you enjoy the read, Em, and I do certainly hope that I’ve kept it true to your
request!!

For readers, please take note of the tags, this is not for the weak of heart! And if you are
ready to dive in, bon appétit!

“Father.”

An echo of metal hitting the ground resounded in the infinite darkness. That voice, all too pure, all
too young—Anubis. He looked around, but the darkness that seemed to embrace him passionately
had yet to relieve its hold.

He was suffocating.

Weakness overtook him and he fell to his knees, the dagger lying forlornly aside. Sensing
another’s presence, he looked up.
Like a light amidst all the blackness, there he stood. “Anubis.” Desperately, Seth commanded sand
to his will, gathering his child into his arms, cradling him as though he was an infant. And his tears
flowed.

“Anubis, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you…” He grabbed his son’s cheeks and
looked down at him as he smiled through uncontrollable tears, which fell silently onto the child’s
cheeks. “Anubis…Anubis…” He caressed the young one’s face softly, my life, my everything.

“Im your father. No matter what they say.” He furrowed his eyebrows in anger. “That will never
change.” He bent down and planted soft kisses onto the child.

“Anubis, my son,” his broken voice said, “I was filled with so much joy, so happy to have met
you.” He kissed tiny, fragile hands. “Be my son, always and forever, Anubis…” He pled.

“No.”

It was a mere whisper in Seth’s ear, but it seemed to slice sharper than a traitor’s dagger. Sudden,
firm hands clutched his hair, and his head was tugged backwards. Looking up, the expressionless
innocent boy in which Seth had seen Anubis, began to melt. His skin slowly rotted, blood poured
out of his mouth, lips painted a dark red. His eyes sunk back into their sockets and a deep,
unforgiving void stared back at Seth.

Hollow and cold, a voice echoed around Seth, not that of a young boy, but of a ghost from the
afterlife. “I will not deem a cold-blooded murderer like yourself to be my father, Seth.”

Seth flinched, the words a heavy, cold gust of wind whipping against his flesh mercilessly. He was
slowly pulled elsewhere, Kemis fading into the background. Horrifying screams echoed through
the ground, sand morphing into images of the atrocities he gad caused. Boys and women, murdered
in ways one can only witness in nightmares, surrounded him. They creeped toward him, crawled
from hidden corners in his mind.

Their eyes were hollow and grim, their mouths, agape in eternal sounds of torment. They looked on
full of scorn and pronounced their hatred through guttural monstrous moans. Limbs grew into
thorny vines in his direction and slowly slithered around his legs and arms, rooting him in place.

Due to some subconscious feeling, Seth knew what was coming next.

Osiris’ face materialized somewhere unspecified among the looming crowd of horror.

“No!” screamed Seth involuntarily. His pupils shrunk into two simple dots, eyes wide open and
unable to close, face pale. His own hands somehow having been freed of the vines, pulled at his
own hair which dropped red.

Until he felt hard rugged flesh smack across his cheeks, and he fell like a rag to the floor. When he
opened his eyes, ghosts of sand and thorny vines were gone, a lone figure instead in their place.
Brought back to reality by the ruthless wake up call, Seth looked around the place in which he had
been prisoner for some time. How long has it been? His eyes caught sight of his bruised ankle,
chained to one corner of the cell. The blood was dried, and the wounded skin was clotting. Huh…

Seth looked up from his lower place on the ground. Silhouetted by a torchlight in the underground,
poorly-lit dungeon, Anubis induced more fear in Seth than the entire horrid show he had just
witnessed in his private land of delirium.

Body fully matured, muscles grown, posture straightened, face covered partially by the headdress
making his surely ominous expression unclear, Anubis loomed over Seth. Naked, save for a small
tattered cloth that barely covered his privates, Seth felt all too vulnerable beneath Anubis’ hidden
eyes.

And Anubis’ eyes strained shamelessly on Seth’s flimsy cloth. It was so pathetic that if a weak
breeze somehow managed to find its way into the dungeon, the cloth would be swept with it.
Anubis thought, however, why wait for a miracle when I could simply tug it away with one finger?
One effortless pull and there would be my father baring all for me to see, his last shred of pride
crumpling away. His pulse quickened and he felt hot blood run through his veins. His eyes traveled
over Seth’s pale skin, colored with bruises, purple brown and green. He looked at his feet, at his
elbows, his cheeks—how can you still have any shred of dignity with all that filth clinging to you,
father?

I will show you your place.

He clenched his fist and stepped in. In two short strides, Anubis was so close that his hips leveled
with Seth’s face. Seth gulped feeling a familiar apprehension run up his spine.

Anubis grabbed his father’s hair unwarned and pulled him up halfway across his torso to have a
clear look at his face. His eyes were glossy with tears, they pled for mercy. His cheek still a red
splotch from their last union, Seth looked so endearingly pathetic that he stirred something within
Anubis. I’m the only one who can see you like this, thought the son. Anubis bit back that small
surge of excitement, his cold expression remaining perfectly in place.

Though truly how long could he hold back this boiling sensation in his guts? How long can he
control the sadistic urge to make his father cry in so many different ways? How can he maintain his
cold expression when his desire to hear his father scream and plead for him was fueled by so much
heat that it began to bare its fangs on Anubis’ face? When he wanted to fill his father with this heat
in a way where his father’s legs would wrap securely around his waist as he pounded his tight
warmth mercilessly…

Anubis, on the edge of his self-control, dropped his father down to his feet. Seth barely held
himself up so as not to have his face plant into the unforgiving rugged floor of the cell. Anubis
opened his mouth and Seth shuddered in fear of his words. There was never anything but poison to
leave his mouth. Every visit was made simply to remind Seth of his sins and with every visit, Seth
would lose more pieces of himself.

Who was he but a sinner? He was not a god, not a protector, barely a man and certainly never a
husband. What then?

Today it seemed was the turn to be reminded that he was never a father either, but that was a
thought that he never felt disassociated from anyway. It was always at the back of his mind, and
with Anubis being his constant visitor and tormentor, he was its living proof.

So when he spoke his first word, Seth felt not a new wound open in his chest, but an old one fester.

“Those young helpless and innocent boys you murdered…” Anubis paced around the
claustrophobic cell as he emphasized his words. “Those poor, poor children whom you’ve forsaken
their souls to birth and feed that curse…that curse which ate at me, body and heart…the voices I
heard and the hell I had to endure…the darkness I had to embrace…”

Seth was struggling to breathe as he lay shaken on the floor. Unable to get up from the force of
hatred that he felt weigh down on his back, without anywhere to run to anyway.

“Father.”
The torchlight flickered. Seth flinched.

“You couldn’t have possibly birthed such a curse out of hatred for me. Right?” His voice was laced
with sweet venom. He already knew. Seth felt disgusted with himself. His stomach churned but
there was barely anything in there to spew.

“You couldn’t have possibly killed all those boys while you had me in your mind…” Anubis
turned around and looked down at Seth before the redhead could avert his eyes, keeping him in his
place. “Could you?”

Seth did not dare turn away. “Ah…but you did, I suppose.”

He inched slowly toward Seth. “After all, it wasn’t you who saved me, was it? It was my real
father, Osiris.”

Seth’s tears flowed as he felt the knife, which Anubis had planted in his chest, twist and turn.
“Anubis…stop…please…” His voice was barely a whisper, his strength fading with every word.

“He saved me. And soon…”

“No…no…” Seth’s eyes dropped, his frail fingers trembled against the cold stone beneath him. His
joints shook. No…

“Soon, Seth, I shall take you to him and he may be your salvation as well… perhaps he can absolve
you of your sins. I…” His eyes narrowed as he looked somewhere Seth couldn’t place. “…can’t.”

“No!” Seth screamed as he latched onto Anubis’ leg. He wrapped his arms around his thigh, his
cheek squished against his muscles, grabbing at his son’s black shendyt with bony fingers. Seth
begged as he slid across the cell while Anubis attempted to step out of his reach. When Seth looked
up, he was met with an expression he couldn’t particularly place. Was it disgust? Pity? Anger? He
couldn’t tell.

But he couldn’t let go. Voice as broken as his soul, Seth cried desperately. “Don’t…you don’t have
to forgive me. Never forgive me! But don’t, don’t deny me as your father. Please, I’m—I’m your
real father. Anubis, please…I’ll do anything, just don’t…don’t…”

Anubis’ eye glinted beneath his mask. A cold, deadly gale whipped past them and the torchlight
was blown out.

“Anything?”

Seth sniffled and looked up. His eyes followed as Anubis kneeled down before him, a rare smile
tugging at his lips. Hands that did not belong to a young child anymore caressed Seth’s red,
swollen cheek. Taken in with Anubis’ act, Seth’s lips quivered as they attempted a sympathetic
smile. This could be his only chance to appeal to Anubis, thought his mind. “Anything. You…you
are my salvation… not him—not anyone else… just you. Don’t cast me…aside…please…”

Anubis’ thumb rubbed Seth’s cheek as he nodded absentmindedly. Seth’s heart fluttered. But the
wind was knocked out of his chest in the next moment. His wrist was grabbed and he was pinned
back against the floor. You do not have a choice in who or when you find you salvation, thought
Anubis angrily. You deserve to rot with me than be saved by the King of Duat.

“Father, do you love me?” came Anubis’ heated breath against Seth’s face.

Seth’s scarlet eyes shook behind the brimming tears. “With…with all my heart.”
Anubis’ face softened. “Do you love me because you still see me as that innocent child I once was,
as that foolish son in your memories?” Seth’s tears fell silently as he froze, unable to reply.

Anubis’ next words came in an all-too-familiar, stone-cold voice as he demanded, “Look at me

carefully.” His hand swiftly moved up to pull his headdress off. His eyes narrowed down at Seth,
whose breath was lodged in his throat at the sight. “I’m no longer that boy. I have changed.”

Seth almost nodded in agreement. He has certainly changed. Not only in demeanor and height, but
in features as well. His eyes were sharper and darker, his lashes drawing a thicker edge. His face
longer and more rugged, his hair black, thick, teasing his nape. His beauty that of a mature male,
rather than an innocent child. This was a god made to blind people with his beauty, not to deliver
souls to the afterlife.

This was not the Anubis that Seth once knew, truly. Seth already realized that, yet to face him
certainly grounded that fact.

“Do you still love me despite that?”

“Yes,” Seth answered without second thought. His heart stammered needlessly and his voice
shook. Anubis was different. He was grown. It was strange how they had spent so much time
together in the time that Seth had been kept here, and yet this was the first that Seth had come to
see his face. He felt a renewed consciousness of the gap between them.

But Seth still loved and accepted him, whatever he became and whatever he may become. He was
his father and he was made to accept and love his child whichever way he grew.

Anubis smirked. “So prove it.”

Nimble fingers grazed Seth’s bruised skin traveling from the fading fingerprints on his neck,
across his swollen, perky nipples and down to his waist. Seth gasped, his previous apprehension
swelling into something more. Anubis’ hand reached Seth’s thigh, rubbing and stroking his soft
skin wantonly while his eyes stared down lasciviously at Seth.

The redhead was helpless beneath his son’s eager hands, and his own lack of resistance scared
him. Prove it…Anubis wanted him to prove it while he shamelessly touched him. What other way
was there to prove it, thought Seth, this is what Anubis desired. This seemed to be the only type of
love that Anubis was willing to accept from Seth. This was the only way to prove his love. Did
Seth not say that he would do anything just moments earlier?

Fully registering the extent of Anubis’ demand, Seth felt his heart being minced down to nothing
once more. A sense of foreboding hitting him with the force of a thousand sandstorms. Seth, as a
battered and worn-out demi-god, could only sway to its whims.

And once more Seth lost the will to cling to reason. Reason be damned, thought Seth, his mental
resistance abandoned into a bottomless void; any hope of regaining any sense of normalcy to his
and Anubis’ relationship was scattered to the wind in the process. In its stead, Seth felt a thread
twist and tie around his heart and soul. It tightened and tightened until any and all essence of
himself began to vanish beneath its suffocating hold.

Perhaps…he had already lost himself for a good while now.

So Seth found some strength and slid his hand up against Anubis’ abdomen and pushed him away.
Anubis cocked an eyebrow at Seth’s reaction, understanding it as refusal. Seth had to speak up
quickly.
“I-I will… prove it,” Seth croaked with weak vocal cords and a dry throat.

So Anubis relaxed against Seth’s weaker hand and leaned back. Once his back was straightened, he
took a comfortable position, his legs spread apart, his shendyt riding up his thighs. Seth had
crawled over him, his pale, dirty hand slowly sliding beneath the seams of the black cloth.

Anubis shuddered at his cold, gentle touch. So weak, so fragile, he thought, and his eyes stared
endearingly at the poor excuse of a man before him.

And soon enough, Anubis was shuddering due to a more concrete form of pleasuring.

The inside of Seth’s mouth was infinitely warmer than his hands, and Anubis’ cock became rigid
quickly. After all, by this time, Seth was knowledgeable enough of what turned Anubis on: which
buttons to push, which areas to spoil. Anubis rested back on one hand, his other tangled loosely in
Seth’s hair as the redhead paid careful attention to him. Anubis arched his neck. “Hmmm…yes…
hah…”

His hips jerked involuntarily as he felt himself fall over the edge. His eyes shut, his grip tightened
around scarlet hair. “Haa…hah!” Anubis’ jaw locked for a moment until he was back in reality.

He pulled Seth’s head up eagerly, and the sight he came to see made his pulse quicken again.
Seth’s mouth hung open as he had been trained to do so, numerous times prior. White and thick,
Anubis’ climax dripped out of his mouth and down his outstretched tongue. And yet…it wasn’t
that sight that made Anubis trip over himself, but Seth’s eyes. Those which looked so lifeless and
brimmed with pools of regret, as though staring back into an endless void themselves. A man who
had nothing more to lose, a man who had nothing more to give up.

Anubis pushed him back on the floor and hovered over him once again. Without any resistance,
Seth opened himself up for Anubis, legs spreading wide apart in silence. This was Seth’s proof of
love. Anubis smirked as he invaded Seth’s warm insides which had become shaped perfectly for
him.

And he fucked him. He fucked his father without a second thought. His hips thrust brutally,
aroused by his own father’s humiliation. Seth, limp, shook beneath him, with every push and every
pull of Anubis. He only yelped and cried. He called for Anubis, but everything else that escaped
his mouth sounded like gibberish.

Dangerously aroused, Anubis whispered down into Seth’s ears as his weak hands came around his
waist, “Do you see it father? Can you feel it? I’m no longer a boy.” He slammed his hips down
hard. “I’ve grown.”

Seth gasped as Anubis’ next words came with his next thrust. “I’m a man now.” Seth arched his
back as he felt Anubis’ warmth pool inside him.

“An—ubis!” Anubis jerked against Seth’s pelvis as he groaned in response. Seth shut his eyes as he
felt his cock rub against his son’s navel. He felt himself spreading across both their abdomens.
When had he even come?

While Seth clearly appeared without any sanity, his mind utterly bereft of any conscious thoughts,
Anubis’ eyes were of an otherwise emotion. He held contempt, he cared little for the flimsy being
beneath him. He only cared for this man’s doings and his punishment. If anyone should have had
the say in Seth’s demise, it should have been Anubis. Though what had he known back then? He
was but a young simplistic fool born of another called Nephthys.
Now that he had him in his palms, now that he had opened his eyes, Anubis could finally cast his
own rightful wrath. Seth was an unforgivable being, but perhaps if he worked hard enough, Anubis
could at least let him think better of himself. It was still too soon. He had been taming this unruly
animal in his own way for the past number of weeks—months? In any way, he had evidently just
managed to completely shatter his sanity.

It was time that Seth’s true atonement began. And just as he perceived his father like an animal,
Anubis also treated him like one. For months onwards, promising his father his love and
acceptance, Anubis broke apart pieces of his father. Without dignity, Anubis fucked his father,
unmanned him. He was always rough, beast-like. He personally rather enjoyed taking him from
behind, pulling his red hair without mercy. He liked pinning him against the wall, choking his
neck, or fucking him raw against the cold uneven floor. This display of love, this torture could last
hours on end, driving Seth near the edge of self-destruction as Anubis demanded over and over:
“Do you love me, father? Do you truly love me? Tell me, I’m the only one you need, no other than
me. Say it.”

And Seth did. He did so many times that in more recent sessions of love making, he couldn’t tell
what those words meant or whether he meant them or not.

Until one night when Seth was laying immobile after a session with Anubis, after screaming his
love to Anubis who was drilling him ruthlessly from behind, a furious gale invaded the dungeon
and blew the lights out. Being homed by the darkness for more than a year, or less than two, Seth’s
eyes adjusted easily. But he never moved. He hadn’t an inkling of curiosity or any energy to make
him turn away from the wall and face the visitor. He simply knew that it was not Anubis who was
standing behind and that was enough to make him uninterested.

Horus, however, panted as he stood at the cell’s opened door, creaking to his angry wind. There
was Seth, turned away from Horus, facing the wall.

A wooden bucket beside his feet with a cloth hanging on one edge, having just been wiped down
by Anubis. Perhaps the stench got to him.

Anxious footsteps carried Horus to kneel behind his uncle. His eyes shook, tears brimming at their
edges. His uncle had thinned, his skin pale with random blotches of abuse over his body. His
wrists, his neck, his ankles… Horus grit his teeth. Seth turned around and stared at Horus, his
expression detached and his eyes impassive.

Seth’s initial reaction was to call out to his son. “Anubis? You’re…”

Horus’ hand caressed his uncle’s cheek in guilt, his chest aching. With whatever little energy he
had, Seth slapped Horus’ hand away. “You’re…not…Anubis…”

“Uncle…” Horus’ voice shook. His eyes squinted away his tears. Seth sat up, frantic. He pushed
Horus away, failing surely.

“You’re not…my son. You’re not him,” he whispered repeatedly as he refused to look at Horus
properly. “You’re not Anubis!” Soon enough Seth was struggling to make one comprehensible
sentence as his screams elevated and his mind faded, succumbing to hysteria. Horus attempted to
make sense of Seth but to no avail. Simply said, Horus did not see what Seth saw. He did not feel as
ghosts rode up his skin and vines dragged him down to Duat. He did not sit unable to move as
Osiris raped him, he did not fear giving birth to a demon’s child, and losing his real one in the
process. No.

Horus did not know.

Anubis…where was Anubis!

“Uncle…” Horus tried once again nevertheless. “I’m here to save you. I’m finally here to take you
home. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry it took me so long.” Horus forced his embrace around Seth who
scratched away at him like a wounded animal.

“Anubis…” Seth sobbed away like a child. The burly younger man could only wish that earth
would open and swallow him whole. This was all his fault.

Horus’ ears picked up a faraway sound of footsteps right then, and he turned around bracing
himself for a doubtlessly violent confrontation. When Anubis finally appeared before them,
however, there was not even a shadow of surprise or aggression across his features. Horus’ resolve
was rattled but he still stood his ground.

Anubis lit the dead torch and walked inside. Upon feeling his presence, Seth enthusiastically
maneuvered around Horus and crawled toward him, but he was held back by the chains that have
nearly become engraved into his ankle. He tripped forward, but his hand still reached out hoping to
touch at least Anubis’ foot, desperate.

Seth watched as Anubis looked down at him indifferently and then turned back to Horus. His heart
broke.

“I see you’ve finally found our dear uncle here.” Seth’s ears were poisoned, immediately picking
up on a certain word. He started thrashing and clawing at the floor as he screamed that he was not
Anubis’ uncle, he was his father!

Anubis ignored him.

Horus, obviously shaken by his uncle’s state, had lost focus. He gulped back a foreboding
sensation and declared with a confident voice. “I’ve come to take him back.”

Anubis smirks beneath his mask. He mockingly ushered to Seth. “Please, by all means. Take him.”

Deluding himself into thinking he stood above Anubis in power, Horus’ demand echoed in the
chamber. “Remove the chains.”

Anubis shrugged. “As you wish, my lord.”

Horus did not like how easygoing Anubis was being, if one could even call it that. It was too
suspicious. Did he have something up his sleeve? He narrowed his eyes as he watched Anubis
kneel and unlock the chains. Anubis pulled Seth up as whispered lovingly, like he had turned a
switch. “Father,” he cooed, “this is Horus. He says he’s here to take you away. Do you wish to
leave with him?”

Confusion was evident on Seth’s face as he heard Anubis’ question. He was disbelieving, offended
even. He looked up Horus. Did this mean that Anubis wanted him to leave with Horus? But…but
he hasn’t yet received Anubis’ acceptance or love. He couldn’t leave. He didn’t want to leave!

“No!” He begged. “I don’t want to leave. He can’t take me!”

Etched on his face was a victorious grin, and Anubis turned around to look up at Horus. Slyly, he
wrapped his arms around Seth’s shaking figure and rubbed his back, consoling him.

Horus’ blood turned cold. “What did you do to him? Why did you do to my uncle!” His voice
growled lividly.
Merely to rub salt on Horus’ evident wound, Anubis pulled Seth’s face toward him, looking into
his eyes beneath his mask. “Father, are you willing to leave me?”

Seth shook his head. “No! Never, I will never abandon you again! Never…”

“Father, do you love me?”

“With my whole heart and soul, Anubis.” Shaky, deathly hands caressed Anubis’ cold cheeks. “All
I will ever need is you.”

“Then show me.” Anubis smirked. “Show Horus how much you love me.”

Horus watched as Seth, like a well-trained dog, bent down and approached Anubis’ shendyt.
“Uncle!”

But his horrified scream did nothing to deter Seth’s determination to please Anubis and prove his
love to his son. Horus’ blood boiled in anger, though more at himself than Anubis or Seth. If he
had only arrived earlier, would things have taken a different turn?

Or was this inevitable?

Horus gulped, unable to move from his spot, his eyes transfixed by the sight before him.

Seth had grabbed Anubis and began stroking passionately. He showered him with kisses, starting at
the head and down the base. His tongue stretched out slowly, lapping Anubis’ pre-cum as the
younger demi-god hardened beneath his warm, careful attention. Seth opened his mouth and took
Anubis inside, and Anubis’ pleasure began to show on his face.

“Ah…yes, father…”

Horus opened his mouth but nothing really left. Did he have anything impactful enough to say that
can ultimately break Seth’s trance? That can return Seth to his wake? Seth’s eyes rolled back into
his head as Anubis began to thrust mercilessly into his throat—Ah…he was too far gone…

There was no return.

Anubis pulled his father back by red hair and stared him down beneath Horus’ glaring gaze. A
ruthless smirk playing on his lips, he whispered, “Is this all your love, father? I’m disappointed.”

An obvious tremor showed in Seth’s eyes: fear and guilt. Anubis had shackled his father with those
emotions like an unforgiving beast.

And just then, Horus felt a strange, cold sensation wrap his feet and he was planted into the
ground. When he looked down, there were horrifying, malformed corpses rooting him down.
Reflexively, he moved in momentary shock and stumbled back, falling on his rear. Now at level
with Anubis and Seth’s eyes. He felt involved in the horror before him.

Seth’s lips quivered, and he laid back on the floor of the cell. Anubis smiled down at his obedient
father and spoke to Horus. “You get to enjoy such a special show of true love, Horus.” He then
turned around to look at the horrified King of Egypt and dipped down slowly, planting his lips over
Seth’s.

Seth seemed to completely forget about Horus’ existence as he lost himself in Anubis’ kiss. He
closed his eyes and kissed back harder, unwilling to let go. “Hmm…” He moaned into the kiss.
Anubis’ body slowly came down over Seth, their exposed torsos rubbing against one another.
Anubis slowly sneaked his fingers to Seth’s backside and rubbed his entrance. Seth gasped in
response and gripped Anubis’ shoulders in anticipation just as his son inserted two fingers in easily.
“Would you look at that? He’s still slick and easy from our last love-making.”

Horus wanted to leave. He turned his face away and attempted to escape from the cold clutches of
Anubis’ puppets, but they gripped harder. Anubis’ voice resounded and Horus felt his face
grabbed and turned back to the unforgivable sight before him. He couldn’t move as skeletal
malformed hands held his face in place, his eyelids pried open. “You will sit and watch like the
good, obedient child you are, ‘brother’. Don’t you wish to see how your dear uncle shows his
love?”

“No! Let me go! This…this isn’t love!”

Anubis had straightened up and held his hardness nudging Seth’s ripe hole. “Ah well, that’s too
bad because you have no choice.” And Anubis thrust into Seth.

“Ah!”

His full length was swallowed by Seth with one deep slam. Seth was familiar with the size and the
feeling, and his body shivered and spasmed, pleased with the sensation. He felt full, he felt purpose
and belonging when he felt the warmth of his son inside him. He was itching and while he enjoyed
the brutality of Anubis’ slow, teasing pace, Seth needed relief soon.

“Fa-faster, Anubis!”

“Yes, father.” And Anubis obeyed. His hips slammed faster, deeper, harder. Seth struggled to stay
rooted in place as he shook underneath. He grabbed Anubis’ waist, his neck, his hair; he was
frantic as he moaned and screamed whenever his son pressed that particularly ethereal spot.

He was close. Seth was standing right over the edge, his eyes rolled back into his head. He had
been subjected to Anubis’ heat and vigor so often that he needed no frontal stimulation to reach
euphoria anymore. He was an animal. He only needed to be pounded like a beast in heat to witness
the stars when he couldn’t even see the sky.

And Anubis delivered as he came down ruthlessly. Horus watched and for one split second felt an
unwanted desire build in his guts. Overwhelmed by the unbelievable sight before him and the
latent thoughts crowding his subconscious, tears fell from eyes that will never forget. His pupils
shook as he witnessed Seth jerk and release after enough pounding, some of his own taste flying
right into his open mouth and he licked and gulped like it was the only action that made sense.
Anubis kept pounding into Seth who lay lifeless beneath him until he reached his own finishing
line. He used Seth like a mere object for self-satisfaction.

He was sick. They both were.

Anubis pulled himself out and watched as his warmth oozed from Seth’s gaping redness. He
looked over at Horus smugly. “Would you like to have a look—oh…” He smirked.

Horus followed his eyes and surely enough, there was his excitement showing through his own
white shendyt.

“Tsk tsk…would you like a taste…”

Horus jerked back in shock at himself, and it was also in that exact moment that he realized the
loss of the cold bones chaining him down. He was still rooted there completely of his own will. He
gulped his disgust down and stood on shaky feet.
“Going somewhere?“ Anubis gripped Seth from his hair and turned his face toward Horus. His
eyes misty, his mouth drooling, a most lewd expression on his face. “No farewells?”

Horus turned away without second thought. He flapped wide wings and elevated off the ground.
He flew back home in a shorter time than he had spent to find Seth.

Isis greeted him, questioned his travel, his paleness, his silence, but he ignored her as he walked
hurriedly away to his chamber. He lay on his bed that night unable to erase images of his uncle and
Anubis from his mind. Held captive by his sense which refused to forget the moans, the sight, the
smell of them, Horus was unable to resist his arousal any further.

His lips quivered and his eyes closed as though curtains on his own unforgivable act when his hand
discreetly slid to his arousal. His mind tirelessly replayed those images from memory, and he found
himself wondering if there could have truly been any love in their actions—if perhaps that was his
uncle’s choice of salvation.

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