In Living And Dying
By Jargonelle
A/N: Just trying to get a lock on a personality for the Priest Seto. Must. Stop. Writing. Short. Pointless. Kaiba-stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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A priest he was, a royal child, though he had not always known it. He worked hard, worked loyally for his Pharaoh – even when they disagreed, which had, unfortunately, been often. He never dreamt of replacing him.
He was not above manipulating his orders, or the truth, but it was always done with the best intentions. He would never lie to further his own ends.
He had his own strong sense of right and wrong, which not be influenced by fear of retribution in this life, or the next. A well-timed word from his Pharaoh would usually sway him, but it would most likely be a superficial change, of action rather than mind.
He wore the costume of his station proudly, but sometimes he wished to be judged solely on his own merits, rather than on the situation of his birth.
He did not believe in unnecessary killings, possibly as a result of his own uncertainly of the promises of the afterlife, kept, of course, well hidden. Crimes committed in ignorance were honest mistakes. Treason was always punishable by death.
Above all he believed in duty, in honour, in the Pharaoh. He would serve the Pharaoh faithfully, beyond death, for as long as he was able. He would fight, heart and soul, against anyone who tried to make him do otherwise.
His name was Seto.
He lived and died alone. His spirit would one day walk the Earth again.
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A tool he was, a replacement child, though he had not always known it. He worked hard, unbelievably hard for his adopted father – even when they disagreed, which had, as expected, been often. He also dreamt of replacing him.
He had learnt early enough to lie – "Does it hurt?" "Have you had enough?" – until it became habit, until deception became instinct. He could hardly tell between what was real and what was his paranoid fantasy. He always told the truth when he thought it really mattered.
He had had a strong sense of right and wrong. Once. Now the lines were blurred. There were exceptions to every rule and they only existed to prove him wrong. Or so he tried to tell himself.
The KaibaCorp logo was emblazoned on everything he owned, everything he wore. The company defined him. It always had. He wore the name with pride, not with regret. That was who he was.
He had killed, deliberately killed before. He no doubt would again. Those too stupid to realise their crimes deserved to die all the more. Knowledge was power and power was everything.
Above all he believed in duty, in commitment, in protecting Mokuba. He would defend Mokuba faithfully, from all comers, for as long as he was able. He would fight, heart and soul, against anyone who tried to make him do otherwise.
His name was Seto.
He lived and died alone. His spirit fled from this wretched Earth, forever.
~~
By Jargonelle
A/N: Just trying to get a lock on a personality for the Priest Seto. Must. Stop. Writing. Short. Pointless. Kaiba-stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
A priest he was, a royal child, though he had not always known it. He worked hard, worked loyally for his Pharaoh – even when they disagreed, which had, unfortunately, been often. He never dreamt of replacing him.
He was not above manipulating his orders, or the truth, but it was always done with the best intentions. He would never lie to further his own ends.
He had his own strong sense of right and wrong, which not be influenced by fear of retribution in this life, or the next. A well-timed word from his Pharaoh would usually sway him, but it would most likely be a superficial change, of action rather than mind.
He wore the costume of his station proudly, but sometimes he wished to be judged solely on his own merits, rather than on the situation of his birth.
He did not believe in unnecessary killings, possibly as a result of his own uncertainly of the promises of the afterlife, kept, of course, well hidden. Crimes committed in ignorance were honest mistakes. Treason was always punishable by death.
Above all he believed in duty, in honour, in the Pharaoh. He would serve the Pharaoh faithfully, beyond death, for as long as he was able. He would fight, heart and soul, against anyone who tried to make him do otherwise.
His name was Seto.
He lived and died alone. His spirit would one day walk the Earth again.
~~
A tool he was, a replacement child, though he had not always known it. He worked hard, unbelievably hard for his adopted father – even when they disagreed, which had, as expected, been often. He also dreamt of replacing him.
He had learnt early enough to lie – "Does it hurt?" "Have you had enough?" – until it became habit, until deception became instinct. He could hardly tell between what was real and what was his paranoid fantasy. He always told the truth when he thought it really mattered.
He had had a strong sense of right and wrong. Once. Now the lines were blurred. There were exceptions to every rule and they only existed to prove him wrong. Or so he tried to tell himself.
The KaibaCorp logo was emblazoned on everything he owned, everything he wore. The company defined him. It always had. He wore the name with pride, not with regret. That was who he was.
He had killed, deliberately killed before. He no doubt would again. Those too stupid to realise their crimes deserved to die all the more. Knowledge was power and power was everything.
Above all he believed in duty, in commitment, in protecting Mokuba. He would defend Mokuba faithfully, from all comers, for as long as he was able. He would fight, heart and soul, against anyone who tried to make him do otherwise.
His name was Seto.
He lived and died alone. His spirit fled from this wretched Earth, forever.
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