Secret Dove [ENNEAD x Female Reader] - DISCONTINUED

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Seth, the supreme deity of ancient Egyptian mythology, is often depicted in artwork and sculpture wearing a specific set of garments and accouterments. His garb includes a short, black skirt-like garment known as a shendyt, which he secures around his waist with a belt or girdle. The god of war and sand also wears golden bands around his right wrist, left wrist, right elbow, left elbow, and right ankle.

His neck is adorned with a multi-layered golden necklace known as a usekh or wesekh, which is adorned with blue semi-precious stones like lapis lazuli, turquoise, and faience. His head is adorned with a large, black mask that covers his face and has the likeness of a Set animal, which is characterized by pointed ears and piercing bright red eyes. The mask is attached to a white khat, which hangs down the back of his head and rests over his chest, with the ends of the khat fringed in gold.

In his temple, Seth is often seen surveying the aftermath of a bloodbath, his expression blank and his eyes lacking any visible emotion. Despite it being evident that he is wearing his Set mask, his appearance does not convey any feelings of compassion or sympathy toward the fallen mortal corpses that litter the temple floor.

Seth's sharp gaze landed on one of the bodies that lay before him, noting with a raised brow that the man was still alive. With a distinct click of his tongue, Seth reached for his khopesh and swiftly dispatched the mortal with it. There was a sudden spray of red as the body collapsed, causing even a god to wince at the sight of so much gore.

Feeling the weight of his weapon in his grasp, Seth heaved a long-suffering sigh. As he turned to deposit the khopesh back where it belonged, his eyes fell upon a white dove that had made its way to his temple. With growing aggravation, he saw that the beautiful bird's feathers were now drenched in blood, the result of its recent encounter with his victim.

Seth's attention was immediately drawn to the small, fragile dove before him, who was nervously holding a small scroll in its beak. With a quick, fluid gesture, the god of war and sand snatched the message from the dove's beak and swiftly unrolled it, revealing its contents.

As the god began to read the letter, his expression remained blank and unreadable, only the slightest flicker of a raised brow suggesting a flicker of curiosity. With each word he read, Seth became more and more engrossed in the contents of the message, until he reached its end, at which point a small hint of surprise passed over his features.

With a sudden, unexpected startle, the dove, having now fulfilled its duty, quickly and deftly flew away from the god's wrathful gaze.

The menacing god Seth let loose with an unsettling sound that closely resembled a laugh, which he directed toward the person who had written the love letter. His expression turned to one of mockery, and he held up the scroll to the light as if to emphasize its ludicrous nature. In a swift movement, he tossed the letter onto the stained, blood-soaked floor and proceeded to retreat to his massive bed, where he resumed his resting position in apparent indifference to the outcome of the situation.

As he settled into his comfortable rest, Seth quietly pondered the consequences of the note that had fallen into his possession. "Such a foolish gesture," he murmured, his eyes scanning the document. "No one in Egypt has a dove that small..." He continued to mutter to himself as he let out a sigh of irritation. "You, [Name], have proven yourself to be an equally weak and foolish god... such a shame."

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[Name] was in a deep slumber when a sudden shudder rippled through her body, causing her to sit up abruptly. She cautiously scanned her surroundings, searching for whatever had caused her to stir from her sleep. However, upon further inspection, she found nothing out of the ordinary, and her heart rate slowed down to its normal pace. Ruelle, her cherished dove, seemed to be peacefully resting in his cage, completely oblivious to the chaos within her mind.

Despite the lack of any apparent danger, [Name] remained cautious, unable to shake off the lingering feeling that something was amiss. As she continued to search for the source of her unease, her thoughts turned to the people she had come into contact with in the last few days. Did one of them comment on her that she had taken it personally? Or was this strange feeling just a result of her overactive imagination? She shuddered again, this time from the sheer anticipation of the potential consequences should someone have mentioned her name in the wrong context.

[Name] observed the moonlit night with a calm tranquility that seemed to seep into every corner of her being. The moonlight, which cast a glow over the cityscape outside her window, gave a sense of serene beauty to the otherwise mundane surroundings. As the curtains rustled softly in the midnight breeze, she decided to take in the calm and peaceful atmosphere by sitting by the window. Her long, flowing hair reflected the light from the moon, shimmering like diamonds. Absorbed in the beauty of the scene, she remained there for a lengthy period, lost in thought.

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