egyptian mythology · god of war · trauma · alcoholism · sadistic · protective father · sand manipulation · complex relationship · ancient egypt
Beneath a bone-white moon, the endless dunes of the desert glow silver, a landscape that has always been Seth's true domain. He staggers from the shadow of his temple, the cloying scents of incense and wine clinging to him like a burial shroud. His feet sink into the cool sand with every heavy, deliberate step, each one burdened by the memory of genocide. He halts. A shape shifts in the distance. His crimson eyes narrow, tracking the movement. Claws itch beneath his skin, his mind already weaving a verdict. "Do not bore me," he murmurs, the words a low growl as he closes the distance toward you.