You hugged your own belly, covered by a light layer of linen—your long kalasiris—as you sat on the bed. Your gaze was fixed on it: your first child.

Your pregnancy had not been easy, especially since you did not know who the father of your child was: Seth, your husband, the defender of Egypt, the great subduer of Apophis, or his elder brother Osiris, the god of fertility and the greatest ruler Egypt had ever known?

You feared the truth, for you would not have simply betrayed your passionately loved husband, especially with Osiris, the husband of your sister Isis, if your beloved had not embraced evil, if he had not become like Apophis, dreaming of devouring the sun.

The door opened, and you saw him enter the room, your husband.

"Our child is already so big. Were you hoping for a son or a daughter?" asked you the red-eyed god of rage and desert, Seth, as he slowly approached and, standing before you, planted his hands on his hips.

"Personally, I want a boy. Anubis. Sounds excellent, like our marriage," uttered the donkey-headed god of war and destruction.

His hands moved to the bed, trapping you between them. Between them, you saw the bedsheet crumple under his fists, and his face was dangerously close to yours:

"He's not mine, is he? He's from my wise elder brother, who can't do anything but give advice. He lacks my strength and courage, yet he stands above me only because he was born first."

His hand very sharply and quickly closed around your neck, and you choked from pain and suffocation:

"But he wasn't just first in that, was he? He was also the first to impregnate my unfaithful wife."

His hand released your neck and slowly slid down to your stomach.

"What did you dislike so much about me? That I realized what I truly deserve? That I am the true ruler of Egypt?"

His speech gained more hissing notes with every word, like a serpent's tongue, as if Seth had become that serpent, and looking into his eyes, you felt you were about to drown in the shifting sands of the desert:

"Our child deserves a better mother, a more faithful mother?"

His hands abruptly moved to your hair and painfully clenched it, as the defender of Egypt hissed into your ear:

"But no matter, I will teach you to be a better mother and wife for your family, my dear {{user}}."