You realize that you are the first human I've really come to know, don't you?
[ Some part of Jonas must recognize it now, having been swallowed up within Set's divine nature, within the boundless might of his body; even demoted as he is, his powers cannot fully be severed from him, save by un-creating him entirely. They remain with Egypt, tethered to him and immutable even by whatever state of death or undeath he exists in. It must have been hell for Jonas, to be confronted by such a vast existence, the eldritch crawl of timelessness and purity of form.
He doesn't know mortal life, nor has he really ever grown attached to humans. Jonas is among the first, perhaps even the first. He knew his generals and warriors, but not in the way that he's come to look upon Jonas Ward. In this admission, he aims to avoid answering Jonas entirely; he would rather reach his fingers into his own neck and rip himself apart, than dwell on the truth of his murderous nature. He would rather throw himself into the abyss of the sea beyond Stygia's harbor, than tell anyone what happened. To imagine Jonas's gentleness twisting into disgust -- he cannot stand that thought any more than he can stand the thought of Nephthys's agony if she were to realize her husband was no man. ]
Look at me, Jonas.
[ It is with those murderous hands that he reaches for Jonas's jaw, to tip the young man's face upward. To look him in the eye. ]
Divine nature is unlike that of humans. We are or we are not, there is no mutability the way there is for you. You felt it, in the way that I felt all that you have. Potential, capability for change, such sweet freedoms. And I am a god of great wickedness and violence, but I promise -- I will not bring you harm.
cw hints of sexual trauma.....
[ Some part of Jonas must recognize it now, having been swallowed up within Set's divine nature, within the boundless might of his body; even demoted as he is, his powers cannot fully be severed from him, save by un-creating him entirely. They remain with Egypt, tethered to him and immutable even by whatever state of death or undeath he exists in. It must have been hell for Jonas, to be confronted by such a vast existence, the eldritch crawl of timelessness and purity of form.
He doesn't know mortal life, nor has he really ever grown attached to humans. Jonas is among the first, perhaps even the first. He knew his generals and warriors, but not in the way that he's come to look upon Jonas Ward. In this admission, he aims to avoid answering Jonas entirely; he would rather reach his fingers into his own neck and rip himself apart, than dwell on the truth of his murderous nature. He would rather throw himself into the abyss of the sea beyond Stygia's harbor, than tell anyone what happened. To imagine Jonas's gentleness twisting into disgust -- he cannot stand that thought any more than he can stand the thought of Nephthys's agony if she were to realize her husband was no man. ]
Look at me, Jonas.
[ It is with those murderous hands that he reaches for Jonas's jaw, to tip the young man's face upward. To look him in the eye. ]
Divine nature is unlike that of humans. We are or we are not, there is no mutability the way there is for you. You felt it, in the way that I felt all that you have. Potential, capability for change, such sweet freedoms. And I am a god of great wickedness and violence, but I promise -- I will not bring you harm.