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An Alternate Reality {WIP/SELF}


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Set

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An Alternate Reality {WIP/SELF}
« on: 02/19/2017 06:44 »
All Set could find himself thinking about was Tawaret. OUt of all his lives, their romance had been the most beautiful. Flowers, gifts, true conversation, and the extascy of lovers. People's prayers to Tawaret had been bullshit. Fake niceities. As not to piss her off. How he wish then that she had gotten angry with the humans. What would she have done? A smile was on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he thought of her going on a rampage. And it wasn't that he hated humans. It was the fakeness if their prayers. Set swore he heard people praying to him, every so often, and a voice, perhaps the voice of God, the very being he was trying to fight told him, 'You cannot always give them what they want.' Even though Set was fighting tooth and nail to get away from this being,it seemed the being felt like training Set to be a creator, and Set had to choose a mate. To co-create with. Love overspilled from the cup that was his and Tawaret's. When in love, Set had the staying power to outlast a boulder. And he loathed it. Couldn't, someone, for once, love him more than he loved? More than he loved himself? Couldn't someone? Anyone?

All he'd wanted was to be a Father. His children had been hard to come by. And each had come out as unusual as he was. He was a freak, a freak of nature, living and breathing, born from Satan's spawn and fallen from Heaven. He wondered, was his wife as well an angel that had transgressed their creator? He could care less for the creator's anger, Set had long realized that their maker didn't (often) die, he had used them as pawns on a chess table, tiny toy soldiers, and he had used Set the most, or so Set thought, with his extreme strength and tolerance, for many things, mostly pain. He felt his creator was self centered, and concerned about his own well-being, but Set was figuring him out, and unraveling him like a sweater or ball of yarn, a roll of thread. Set was going to be the first once more to climb out the primordial waters, the frog's nest of their existance, which was ironic, for he was an Ogdoad and it was written they would come back. It was written the Gods would come back.

The pain of women angered Set the most. Yada yada we incarnate over and over again, but did we think we were feeding upon the nutrition stores of a woman and the pain of birth was as excruciating as having every single bone broken?

Set you are a good man..The finest.. He heard a non-gender binary voice murmer out of his world of spirits. But he stared into his reflection. He was going somewhere. He looked like a monster. Some had tried to describe the creatures he looked like. A long face, with burning red eyes, with the ears of a giraffe. . . He was amused by it, to say the least.

Set had fallen hard, a downward spiral, into stinking misery and discomfort. Would a hand reach into the dark depths, and who's hand would it be? Would he have the strength to get himself out? The Minor Goddesses of Greece? And the Egyptians? He thought the Egyptians had Annunaki blood and were likely to be cranky. However, they were bird people. Many of the Gods were. Set thought idly of his association with Onyx and his selected pieces and the strange desire he felt to exchange stones that had been formed when the Earth was young with his beloved.

All he wanted at that moment was his wife. They said alcohol did that, gave you crazy dreams about your wife. He just wanted to see her again. Her long black curls, her figure, while most men would prefer a fake tanned silicone barbie doll, Tawaret was strong, real, genuine. Did she not know how much he loved her? How much he adored her comments upon his thoughts? How much she made him laugh? Hardly anyone had ever heard him laugh. The downward spiral ..... wasn't much of a place for laughter.

But Set was a Warrior. And he knew he could rise, and he would take all that was valuable with him, and sever it from creator, who he figured who was some coward. Set would be different. Anubis's son, his grandson, had told him he was the Reaper, and it'd made Set laugh. Many had thoughts on the Reaper, someone to be afraid of, or a friend at the end of one's days, a skeletal guide to lead one to their next life. A place of rest, a place of healing. And this he did not think he would ever abuse. To hold the hand of the dying and lead them into the next world. Why didn't someone lead people into new lives, as babes? And that thought made Set think creator was a coward, forcing pain upon women. All these billions of years.

A large bouquet of roses was in one large, black as midnight, muscular clawed hand. And it descended to Tawaret's hands, and she smiled, and his gleaming eyes peered into hers as she read the card. It was simple, really. He felt he didn't have to say a lot. If he could show compassion, love for his wife, for his children, would it 'save' him from this downward spiral? So many had been barking up his tree, claiming to be in love, but he trusted not one of them. He didn't want to be with another male. Not that he in anyway agreed with the biblical god's cursing of homosexuality. Set would get toe to toe, face to face, and fight those very words, while showing this so-called god how it happened in nature. And man had learned from nature.

The spirits are talking to me, Tawaret...

She closed her eyes, and spoke, in her warm, soothing voice that seemed to comfort every broken bone and torn hide he'd had in every life. Then speak to them Set. She clutched her flowers in her strong hands.

"Set what was your favorite society on Planet Earth?" The voices question. The answer was simple.

"The Native Americans. That should make Loki happy, eh..Poor Loki..." He responded, but not aloud. Set thought of Loki a lot. Far too much. They were both chaos Gods and Set sometimes wondered if Loki had possibly been his son. Set thought he knew it somewhere, deep inside of him. He had loved Loki, and tried once long ago to kiss away his pain, but Loki was similiar to the word Loca and he figured it was for good reason.

"You're the moon and the stars, you're the light and the night, please come and protect me from my dreams. I'm down on my knees, and I'm crying for you. I'm down on my knees and I'm crying for you. Inside my heart there is a deep black hole... I'm down on my knees...Please come and save me from the dark..." He whispered softly into Tawaret's crocodile ear.
I am living sin.
Come and take a walk with me where the angels fear to tread. I'll take you down that road that leads to destruction. Your youth makes me younger. I'll be your dark angel.

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« Reply #1 on: 02/19/2017 19:32 »
Well, get up.

Her words seemed so short, so simple, but held so much meaning. And they healed his broken soul.

I'm trying, a deep voice that was his harrassed him. He found himself exhausted. Worry plagued his mind. He had inherited that from Nubt. Set felt a dislike for Geb and Osiris and Isis had forgiven him. He still loved Horus. But Osiris and Isis had trained Horus to battle him, and although Horus was his nephew, if you kept bothering a snake, it was going to attack, and he had. He remembered taking over a part of Egypt, and he remembered how once he had been so loved. Now he lived without Love and all he could think about was Tawaret's strong embrace.

Set walked into her abode and placed her roses into a vase and the card that had accompanied the gift next to the vase. He placed wards to keep seducing demons and spirits away from his Wife. His favorite Wife.

He thought sadly how they had tried to control him with the Was ... He was tired of being treated like a psycho in a straight jacket and tired of being controlled. He had been called the effiminate one long ago, but he felt he wreaked of gasoline and sweat and he felt his body had been chiseled from stone. They would remember the strong chest, and his amour. The bugs that plagued him made him crazy and he knew if he could prove his love to Tawaret and get his father on his side, that everything would be okay. Speaking of Tawaret's father, he said I have to go now, Tawaret.

He marched out the door, now in a more human form, long thick red locks the color of blood spilling over his unusual pale skin for an Egyptian in his garb from long ago, tassels hanging at his waist and thong sandals on his feet. I'm wired for destruction, I'm wired for destruction, repeated in his mind. Then he told himself "We don't die" and he walked to Tawaret's father's.

Hello. He told the man. He knew Tawaret's father was trying to get him away from her.

[size=10pt]"Oh Set, do not worry, I know you love my daughter. You may have her hand in marriage, once more, but you must promise me one thing..."[/size][/color]

Set was given a seat and the two men talked. Tawaret's mother was nowhere to be found, at least not then, it was a man to man conversation. Set agreed and he nodded his head, and although his heart felt torn to pieces, he remained a cool, calm composure and then began his journey back to Tawaret's. As soon as he entered the door, he returned to his form in the RPG photograph and he looked at his wife and she began to de-parasite him, grateful for the wards he had placed to protect her.

That night, they laid in a Coffin, with no other wives, just the two of them, Isis's words haunting him. Good luck getting Set to be loyal, and demonic thoughts of Satan entered his brain. But then he dreamed of something so much better, a world without chemicals and toxins and poisons. Set had always worked with the natural. Set's large muscular hand wrapped around his wife's, her crocodile skin pleasantly abrasive against his and he thought long and hard while she slept and finally sleep overcame him. The red velvet was pillowed and luxurious. It felt so good against his skin and he found himself just staring at the wood above his head as he held his wive's hand and fell into a fitful sleep with prophetic dreams.

Making momma so proud, but your voice was too loud, we liked to watch you laughin', you picked the insects off plants, no time to think of consequence. A family, of trees, wanted to be haunted...

Tawaret's radio was playing. he had told her to listen to the music the people listened to. advice from another one of his sons. He knew he must've been a wonderful father, his children followed him and their children.

a family of trees wanted to be haunted.

Tawaret grabbed the remote and turned it off. She couldn't sleep while Set slept and began doing things about her home as he slept, finally, in peace, quietly lifting the coffin door but his red eyes opened immediately and watched her and the lid fell over his body and head and he crossed his arms over his chest and his long ears were touching the back of the coffin and he smoothed them down and began to sleep once more, but he couldn't, he just listened to Tawaret.

I'lll never find someone quite like you, again, I'll never find someone quite like you, again.

He heard music.

The dying roses plead I don't leave you...
I am living sin.
Come and take a walk with me where the angels fear to tread. I'll take you down that road that leads to destruction. Your youth makes me younger. I'll be your dark angel.

Set

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« Reply #2 on: 06/04/2017 21:27 »
"The world will never know another crazy motherfucker like you; the world will never know another man as amazing as you!"

Set wondered about his promises to Tawaret. She didn't seem to mind his feelings for Sekhmet; Set feared Sekhmet would leave him, that she wouldn't be his forever person. He imagined Tawaret would stay, she would help him create, but did she hold grudges from their past? He had been indoctrinated, a Prince, he had ruled a part of Egypt! Still, he was proud to be an Egyptian because of how they had treated women, and although he'd had many wives, he had tried to help them and ease their troubles, as best as he could.

Maybe some found him promiscuos, like some other gods, he was considered a sex symbol.

He had rocked back and forth of his family of incest, to be comforted by Nepthys or Isis. Isis was adored by Set, but sometimes he questioned her advice. Still, she seemed to think she was some Queen. He was practically Darth Vader. Today was his day of birth, his day of creation.

Tawaret sat at a small black table with shining paint with some roses. She had given him a card. She knew his feelings were stand-offish and she knew he had to think twice before he gave his heart away. That he needed some time to get over that emotion, to pick his heart up off the floor. Set walked to her, where she had prepared a meal. He often thought of her when he was in the kitchen. He was an alien that had transgressed Earth, whom the planet had fallen in love with. She had kept him deep in her womb, despite his agony of it. She tore him down, she lifted him up, like the rolling tide of the ocean. She was also supposedly another life; what a miracle to be an immortal man married to the planet. Seth was willing to take his duties that he had been given entrusted to these amazing women, Tawaret of her Amazonian height, her beauty like she had been kissed by the Heavens. Nepthys, with her channeling abilities. She had left a scar on his heart for cheating on him with Osiris but Set and Isis had also had their liasons. Osiris had once told Set that the Egyptians healed the world through sex, but Set thought, although partially agreeing, that it was just Osiris's gluttony.

Tawaret's beautiful almond eyes stared at him, through the flowers.

She makes them for you. Tawaret said. Seth's hand reached for the card, a long claw slipping the envelope open. He sensed Jezebel around him, seeing her flying hearts.

Happy day of Creation.. He heard Jezebel's joking voice.

He had slept most of the day, with good dreams, and dreams on the brink of nightmares, that had been interrupted by Nubt wishing her son a happy birthday. Gifts were on the way, and hopefully a better life.

Anubis was trying desperately to wake him. Son, or nephew, Set had cared for Anubis in his youth and child hood. But sometimes children forget these things. Set wanted to tell Anubis that if he were Osiris's, he was just some illegitimate child, that there was no throne, that his desire for it had been in vain. Horus was the golden child. Set no longer wanted to fight his family, in fact at times he ran away to Sekhmet or to even Apophis.
I am living sin.
Come and take a walk with me where the angels fear to tread. I'll take you down that road that leads to destruction. Your youth makes me younger. I'll be your dark angel.

 

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