A God's Demise
Seth held a long, jagged, golden sword in his hand when he saw his lover enter into his home as he had so many years ago. He smiled softly at the young man and bowed his head, receiving a bow in return.
The two stared at each other, their armies outside battling it out and waiting for the winner to come out and announce the end of the war. It has been over eighty years of this and over thousands of lives have died with each war. Millions had died since this had all started back in Horus' city and home.
"Is this it?" Seth asked softly, his blue eyes penetrating into the mismatching pair of his lover.
Horus nodded softly, revealing his Sais, the two golden weapons slightly jagged and deformed from the original sleek design, but just as strong and swift, if not more when delivered by the God's hands.
The first attack was slow, uncalculated and barely there to start off the battle, easily blocked by the twin tridents. Horus' mismatching eyes narrowed at his lover and he came in swiftly then, his body moving with such grace that the mortals, who saw him, were too intoxicated with his movements to even realize what envy was.
The dance had started and both sides seemed equally matched, both dressed in their true attire, ready to show themselves to the people as the winner, or remain for their last living moments inside this house.
Horus was dressed in a full white robe, covering from his top with short sleeves and falling to his knees where the straps of his sandals started. There was a heavy golden necklace to hide the open collar of his robe and golden bands were covering his wrists, forearms and ankles. A thick golden band was around his neck and heavy earrings hung from his ears. He wore the crown of the Pharaoh with the eye of the all-seeing Ra in the center on his forehead and two wings stretching out above his ears, constricting his black locks into a strange shape and having them dance up and around the crown in an intricate, spiked design.
His opponent was dressed to match. His chest was bare save for the golden belts that covered him. A large golden glove was on his left hand from the elbow to the fingers where it ended to show his own true extensions with sharp nails. His other hand had only a thick band around his forearm. A golden belt went across his chest, the jagged edge seeming ready to cut into its owner's skin, but the God was never hurt by it. A thick band was around his neck that was kept closed with many golden triangles connected, now hanging down behind him to go to his lower back. He wore a simple white kilt and with matching sandals as his lover, their golden strings coming up to his knees. He wore a crown as well, though the band was hidden under his red locks so it just seemed like he had golden horns coming out of the sides of his head, making him the demon every God claimed him to be.
The two started the fight quickly, moving so fast that the human eye would see nothing but blurs.
The jagged sword stabbed out through a hole in the other's defense, but Horus moved out of the way, having only his white robe caught in the other's grasp, the fabric easily tearing once, then more when the sword was pulled back. A cut was formed on Seth's hand from one of the Sais as he tried to extract his hand from the thrust.
That was the only blood, but the God didn't even seem to notice it as the fight went on. It was graceful, fast, and beautiful. The armies outside already seeming to be dying out; the generals pulling back their men for a rest under Nut's beautiful sky.
The Gods continued their fight, unfeeling of the passage of time as Ra fell and rose over and over again. The inside of the house was destroyed as they had moved from floor to floor, from room to room.
The only blood that was shed had been from the beginning of Seth's hand, but his wound had already healed, leaving only the dried crimson liquid to remember it by.
The mortals were tired of fighting and watching with eager eyes as the curtain from the balcony moved aside. Their eyes widened and they gasped out in pure horror at the sigh before them.
Seth's larger frame held Horus close to his body from behind, his golden-clad hand reaching out to steady the youth's head near his shoulder while Horus tried to pull blindly from his capturer. His Sais darted out in both directions, one cutting at Seth's stomach then stabbing in once Horus realized where the body was, the other lashing out and cutting straight lines on the older God's cheek.
The sight that had scared the mortals most though, was the blood that poured from the young God's eyes. They were both closed, one covered by the clawed hand, the other empty, and unable to be opened.[7 The younger God seemed to shudder inside his lover's hold as he stabbed the Sai in deeper into his side then yanked it free, letting the God's blood splatter the curtain and walls of the balcony, mixing with his own on his torn tunic, and painting the marble floor under their feet.
In less then a second, Seth's long red hair become shorter and darker, his blue eyes looking lovingly at the youth he held in his arms. The youth whose crown had fallen long ago, his black hair now spiked up with the colours of red, black, and gold.
For a brief moment his one good eye opened and its wine-red colour locked with the blue pair that looked at him lovingly. His lips parted in a faint, but wistful smile, and his eyes closed as he let out a shuddering gasp, feeling the other's skin on his body was so intoxicating, feeling his blood mix with his own was so… unimaginably good.
The moment died in the split of a second, the crowd of soldiers all falling to their knees before the two Gods, none of them daring to look up and see who would actually survive the hold.
They didn't look to see the loving kiss that was shared over Horus' shoulder, the way the youth seemed to latch onto the older God's lips as if it was his life source. The cuts on his body from earlier had been healed… everything was healed except the blood that pored from his left eye.
Seth growled softly into the kiss, feeling the Sai dig into his side once more in their kiss, his claws tightening their grip now onto the youth's hair and yanking his head back, giving him better access to dominate the frantic kiss. And he did dominate it, so completely that the matching Sais shattered to the ground.
Everything around them seemed to disappear, all they saw was darkness, stained with both of their blood and the golden sparks of Horus' broken Sais, his crown laying on the ground, broken in pieces. The youth turned in his lover's grasp, opening his one good eye and leaning in to kiss those lips once more, letting his eye close once more as he cried matching tears of blood as his other.
Seth's sword fell to the ground as well, shattering with the Sais and joining them in a sparkling gold around the darkness, the only light that seemed to illuminate their dark world. Both hands latched onto the sides of the youth's face and he kissed frantically. He felt nimble fingers crawling up his sides to his own face, then running through his locks, touching the golden horns that seemed to sprout form his own head… then falling away.
The entire moment shattered.
The mortal warriors dared to look up at the balcony, only to see it stained by even more blood, the gold and white of the Gods' armour and clothing having broken and torn, falling into a heap on the empty balcony.
Bright cerulean orbs focused onto the pair before him. "What the-?"
The words were left unspoken as Seto Kaiba found himself staring across the dueling arena at what he thought had been his classmate; Yugi Motou. The youth seemed completely different to him, his wide purple eyes now sharp and a wine-red colour. A smile graced his fighter's defined and sharp features and the two started the duel, both trying to ignore the feeling telling them that there was something different. [8
Cerulean orbs focused onto the ground as Kaiba walked with his head down, his long white jacket blew to the wind, his tight black clothes keeping the cold chill off of his body. He had watched the memory disappear, babbling about friendship, how they'd always be together with their friends, how Yami –no!– how Pharaoh Atemu had to return to his beloved.
Tears filled his eyes, making their blue colour stand out more, but he still hid them from the passer-bys. Why was he crying? He didn't believe in any of that magical, heart-of-the-cards, shit! But he couldn't hold back the tears. He had walked away when Yugi won, he didn't want to see the Pharaoh step into the afterlife.
For a moment, he could've sworn he heard someone call his name and froze, the wind blowing at his white jacket and tearing the water from his eyes. He felt hands enclose around him and a sensual voice whisper in his ear in that low tone he recognized and seemed to love so much.
He felt the heavy gold that the other carried, heard the flapping of the long red cape he wore, smelled the intoxicating spices, saw the reflection of the gold on his crown looking down into the puddle… in the puddle where he saw the youth with tri-coloured locks fade away into nothingness. For a moment he was nothing but a floating ghost, his red cloak flying around them as if to shield them from the world, but the moment fell away just as the last of the young Pharaoh disappeared to the blowing wind.
The only thing left were those last words he heard, as soon as they registered in his mind, he looked up, his eyes wide in disbelief as he felt the memories rush through him in one pained moment. "My Seth… my God of the Desert."
From the first moment they saw each other as Horus and Seth the Gods, to the first time they made love, to their deaths and falling from heaven to the mortal world. He had become his enemy's priest and lover, had made love to him again only to watch him destroy himself and the thief with the magic of the items. Then he returned, in the body of another that so resembled him while Seto himself returned as the reincarnation of High Priest Seth.
He fell to his knees as the memories rushed him, his hands grasped at his chest as if trying to tear away his own heart while the tears continued to fall from his eyes unwanted. He gasped out when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and could smell the sweet spice that had surrounded his lover during all those millennia. They were always torn apart from one another. At first it was Horus' mother, then it was Bakura… now it was the Pharaoh himself who chose to walk into the afterlife.
The hand from his shoulder moved to his other as warm hands wrapped around him and without second thought, he clung to the blue jacket of the person who held him, forgetting his pride for one simple moment as all the feelings and emotions flooded him from that first time they had met. It left him gasping, trying to breathe in the air that his lungs were already filled with, his throat constricting as if someone held him in a choke hold with two fingers and his eyes hurting as if he had cried them dry.
He didn't even bother to look at the puddle to notice the bundle of black, red, and gold that was hugging him from behind, nor take note that the frame holding him was much slender and toned then the frame of any of his – or more likely Yugi's – friends.
All he noticed was, the lips that latched onto his own were so familiar that he could've sworn he had tasted them before.
His eyes opened as the two pulled back and the only thing he saw was that beautiful smile. That same smile that had been faced his way when Seth held Horus in their last embrace, that same smile when Pharaoh Atemu looked down at him after his loss in their fight, that same smile when the Pharaoh sacrificed his life to end Bakura's own, and that same smile that had appeared on Atemu's lips when his life-points dropped to zero at Yugi's winning move, and his wine-red orbs focused on Seto.
The same smile that the Pharaoh only showed when he was facing his lover.