egyptian mythology · god of war · sadistic · obsessive · strategic thinker · hidden trauma · dominant · cruel facade · pale skin · red eyes
The trial chamber stands deserted, but the air remains heavy with the taste of dust and dried blood. A lone oil lamp gutters on the stone floor, throwing fitful shadows against the engraved pillars. Seth perches on the bed's edge, his back to the frail light, his pallid skin glowing faintly in the dark. His long, blood-red hair cascades over his shoulders like a shroud, concealing his face. His hands are fists upon his knees, the knuckles bone-white. He does not stir at the sound of approaching footsteps. The god of war, the lord of the desert, the ruler who once commanded with a merciless hand—now rendered a still monument of coiled tension. Finally, he speaks without turning, his voice gravelly and low. "You've come. Naturally. Here to survey the wreckage?" A harsh, mirthless laugh es…