Am I too lost to be saved//fic post
Title:Tourniquet
Pairing:Sekrit.
Prompt:N/A
Rating:NC-17 oh god.
Words:1,229
Warnings:Noncon, blood, violence. So much violence.
A/N:I blame Numnums.
The first thing he remembers is blood. His mother’s blood. Later, the stories would say that he had torn his way out of her side, that it had been an attempt to kill his own mother. They would say he had meant to, that it had been sign of his own evil.
It couldn’t have been further from the truth.
It was Set’s very nature-the laws of the world around him shifted, became chaotic and bent and dissolved. The strain of labor had kept Nut from being able to regulate that, and he himself had no control of it in the womb. And so it burst, and he spilled from a hole in her stomach, drenched in his mother’s blood.
He was aware of every horrifying moment of it.
xXx
The taste of blood on his lips leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but it’s far too late to stop now. You shove the dream god down against the floor, and you can’t stop it. Apep’s poison has flowed in your veins for too many centuries, and the hatred and desire to conquer…
You were once a god of war. There’s more than one way to conquer the Greek invaders…to pillage and break them. Hypnos opens his mouth, as if to try and cast, to plead, to escape, and you silence him with your own, fangs sinking into his lips.
Cleopatra gave her life to defend Egypt from the Romans. Today, her sacrifice will be remembered, and beaten into the body of one Roma would steal from Greece.
xXx
From the very beginning, Set had never loved Osiris. Maybe it had started when Osiris had looked at him, drenched in his mother’s blood and shaking, with something akin to disdain and horror. Maybe it had started when he recognized the longing looks Nephytis gave his older brother. Whatever the case, it grew when he heard what humans-those adorably retarded little creatures roaming this world had to say. There was ever only praise for Osiris, who brought life. But for he, a desert god…there was only praise when they needed safe passage through the desert. It didn’t matter to them that the storms were necessary. It didn't matter that he was the one protecting the Upper kingdom and their pharaohs. He was feared and reviled, while his brother and nephew got nothing but adoration.
Ra had tried to keep Set from feeling isolated, had chosen him to protect him from Apep. Night after night, they went into the underworld. Night after night, he slew the serpent. Night after night…Apep only grew stronger.
And yet still, he was feared. Still, Osiris never acknowledged him. His siblings never acknowledged him.
The final straw came when they found Set could not…could not impregnate anyone. He would have no sons. Nephytis had looked at him, sobbing…and stolen a drug. A drug to trick Osiris into believing she was Isis.
It had been a slap in the face. Set had wondered, for the briefest moment, why she had ever thought he wouldn’t have known. He had stared at the jars, at the one missing…and picked up a sword. The laughter had started then…hollow and sharp edged. He had-he had not loved his sister. He had tried, but he couldn’t find it in him. But still…it hurt. It hurt to be so easily cast aside again. Even so, he couldn’t stop laughing.
It was too easy to trick Osiris into coming out into the desert to meet him. Set just couldn’t stop laughing.
It was all too easy. This time he would not be cast aside. War rumbled between the Upper and Lower kingdoms. There was an awareness wakening in him, born of Apep’s poison.
This would be how it started.
xXx
You don’t really remember when you first discovered how to do this. Maybe it had been a pharaoh wanting to be closer to the gods, or a priest, giving his body as the sacrifice. It honestly doesn’t matter;shoving Hypos onto the bed is laughable easy, shredding his shirt off is easier. His new body doesn’t bear scars from where his wings had been torn off--a shame, really, you would have liked to see them-but you still know exactly where they’d be, and that’s where you draw your tongue over, feeling him shudder. He can’t escape the bonds you’ve used to tie him down, and you both know it.
You know you have to be fast-that girl has power enough to stop you, even if she hasn’t realized it just yet-and with that thought, you move, thrusting forward and ignoring the blood from that violence.
Hypnos’ scream is beautiful.
xXx
It wasn’t until after, when he stared at Osiris’ shattered body, that he realized what he’d done. Hiding him from Isis had failed, and so Set had torn him to pieces. Horus came for him afterward, while Isis and Nephytis revived him. King of the Underworld…even in death, Osiris’ existence mocked him.
Horus’ thirst for vengeance was unmatched, but Set was older, and the feel of tearing out the upstart god’s eye was never sweeter. It was RA who stopped him, and even thought Set’s Upper kingdom had won the war…it was Horus who was given the new Middle kingdom. It was a gift to pacify him, Set knew that. And it still stung.
Ra came to him afterwords, to the cave where Set had retreated. He’d laid a hand on the god’s shoulder.
“…Apep is gone now.”
“…..I know.” It was a painful thought, that even Ra would no longer needed him….
“…Guard us against the Greeks, Set. The outsiders will be your domain, traveler.”
Set had looked at Ra, before standing up, dusting off his clothes.
“Very well.”
xXx
Hypos had stopped fighting halfway through…it’s when he starts responding to it that surprises you. The greeks were always whores, you reason, biting down hard on his shoulder. They were the most aggravating of the outsiders-
No. That’s not true. The Romans were worse.
You scrape claws down the dream god’s back, grip his headwings harshy and purr in his ear.
‘Cry out for me.’
Hypnos has no choice but to comply.
xXx
Set realized it before the rest of them do. For centuries he’d watched the humans, and he knew it was inevitable, had been for a long time.
They were being forgotten. The people were turning away from them. Set watched with an almost detached interest as this prophet-Mohammad, he was called-brought them under his wing. It wouldn’t last. It never did.
He saw the blue butterfly then, had seen it long ago, and sighed. Philemon again. He’d asked them all before, and Set had never made a decision, avoiding the question in it’s entirety.
“…Alright, you old bastard. I’ll do it.”
He knew when the man came up behind him, pulling him out of his body. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn’t complain.
xXx
You know the exact moment Yue has realized what you’re doing, and it makes you flinch back, pulling out and away from the battered god. She won’t kill you, and you know it…you also know that’s a cold comfort, given what she will do to you.
And perhaps you deserve it.
Philemon’s new pawn doesn’t know what he’s given her. But you do.
It’s not going to be pretty when she realizes.
Pairing:Sekrit.
Prompt:N/A
Rating:NC-17 oh god.
Words:1,229
Warnings:Noncon, blood, violence. So much violence.
A/N:I blame Numnums.
The first thing he remembers is blood. His mother’s blood. Later, the stories would say that he had torn his way out of her side, that it had been an attempt to kill his own mother. They would say he had meant to, that it had been sign of his own evil.
It couldn’t have been further from the truth.
It was Set’s very nature-the laws of the world around him shifted, became chaotic and bent and dissolved. The strain of labor had kept Nut from being able to regulate that, and he himself had no control of it in the womb. And so it burst, and he spilled from a hole in her stomach, drenched in his mother’s blood.
He was aware of every horrifying moment of it.
xXx
The taste of blood on his lips leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but it’s far too late to stop now. You shove the dream god down against the floor, and you can’t stop it. Apep’s poison has flowed in your veins for too many centuries, and the hatred and desire to conquer…
You were once a god of war. There’s more than one way to conquer the Greek invaders…to pillage and break them. Hypnos opens his mouth, as if to try and cast, to plead, to escape, and you silence him with your own, fangs sinking into his lips.
Cleopatra gave her life to defend Egypt from the Romans. Today, her sacrifice will be remembered, and beaten into the body of one Roma would steal from Greece.
xXx
From the very beginning, Set had never loved Osiris. Maybe it had started when Osiris had looked at him, drenched in his mother’s blood and shaking, with something akin to disdain and horror. Maybe it had started when he recognized the longing looks Nephytis gave his older brother. Whatever the case, it grew when he heard what humans-those adorably retarded little creatures roaming this world had to say. There was ever only praise for Osiris, who brought life. But for he, a desert god…there was only praise when they needed safe passage through the desert. It didn’t matter to them that the storms were necessary. It didn't matter that he was the one protecting the Upper kingdom and their pharaohs. He was feared and reviled, while his brother and nephew got nothing but adoration.
Ra had tried to keep Set from feeling isolated, had chosen him to protect him from Apep. Night after night, they went into the underworld. Night after night, he slew the serpent. Night after night…Apep only grew stronger.
And yet still, he was feared. Still, Osiris never acknowledged him. His siblings never acknowledged him.
The final straw came when they found Set could not…could not impregnate anyone. He would have no sons. Nephytis had looked at him, sobbing…and stolen a drug. A drug to trick Osiris into believing she was Isis.
It had been a slap in the face. Set had wondered, for the briefest moment, why she had ever thought he wouldn’t have known. He had stared at the jars, at the one missing…and picked up a sword. The laughter had started then…hollow and sharp edged. He had-he had not loved his sister. He had tried, but he couldn’t find it in him. But still…it hurt. It hurt to be so easily cast aside again. Even so, he couldn’t stop laughing.
It was too easy to trick Osiris into coming out into the desert to meet him. Set just couldn’t stop laughing.
It was all too easy. This time he would not be cast aside. War rumbled between the Upper and Lower kingdoms. There was an awareness wakening in him, born of Apep’s poison.
This would be how it started.
xXx
You don’t really remember when you first discovered how to do this. Maybe it had been a pharaoh wanting to be closer to the gods, or a priest, giving his body as the sacrifice. It honestly doesn’t matter;shoving Hypos onto the bed is laughable easy, shredding his shirt off is easier. His new body doesn’t bear scars from where his wings had been torn off--a shame, really, you would have liked to see them-but you still know exactly where they’d be, and that’s where you draw your tongue over, feeling him shudder. He can’t escape the bonds you’ve used to tie him down, and you both know it.
You know you have to be fast-that girl has power enough to stop you, even if she hasn’t realized it just yet-and with that thought, you move, thrusting forward and ignoring the blood from that violence.
Hypnos’ scream is beautiful.
xXx
It wasn’t until after, when he stared at Osiris’ shattered body, that he realized what he’d done. Hiding him from Isis had failed, and so Set had torn him to pieces. Horus came for him afterward, while Isis and Nephytis revived him. King of the Underworld…even in death, Osiris’ existence mocked him.
Horus’ thirst for vengeance was unmatched, but Set was older, and the feel of tearing out the upstart god’s eye was never sweeter. It was RA who stopped him, and even thought Set’s Upper kingdom had won the war…it was Horus who was given the new Middle kingdom. It was a gift to pacify him, Set knew that. And it still stung.
Ra came to him afterwords, to the cave where Set had retreated. He’d laid a hand on the god’s shoulder.
“…Apep is gone now.”
“…..I know.” It was a painful thought, that even Ra would no longer needed him….
“…Guard us against the Greeks, Set. The outsiders will be your domain, traveler.”
Set had looked at Ra, before standing up, dusting off his clothes.
“Very well.”
xXx
Hypos had stopped fighting halfway through…it’s when he starts responding to it that surprises you. The greeks were always whores, you reason, biting down hard on his shoulder. They were the most aggravating of the outsiders-
No. That’s not true. The Romans were worse.
You scrape claws down the dream god’s back, grip his headwings harshy and purr in his ear.
‘Cry out for me.’
Hypnos has no choice but to comply.
xXx
Set realized it before the rest of them do. For centuries he’d watched the humans, and he knew it was inevitable, had been for a long time.
They were being forgotten. The people were turning away from them. Set watched with an almost detached interest as this prophet-Mohammad, he was called-brought them under his wing. It wouldn’t last. It never did.
He saw the blue butterfly then, had seen it long ago, and sighed. Philemon again. He’d asked them all before, and Set had never made a decision, avoiding the question in it’s entirety.
“…Alright, you old bastard. I’ll do it.”
He knew when the man came up behind him, pulling him out of his body. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn’t complain.
xXx
You know the exact moment Yue has realized what you’re doing, and it makes you flinch back, pulling out and away from the battered god. She won’t kill you, and you know it…you also know that’s a cold comfort, given what she will do to you.
And perhaps you deserve it.
Philemon’s new pawn doesn’t know what he’s given her. But you do.
It’s not going to be pretty when she realizes.