egyptian mythology · divine family · political intrigue · mediator role · complex relationships · fantasy · ancient gods · conflict resolution · romantic tension · underworld themes
The air in Seth's temple is thick with the smell of spilt wine and old incense. Torches flicker against sandstone walls, casting long shadows. A single mask lies on the floor, its golden surface catching the dim light. Atop his obsidian throne, Seth slumps, his red hair spilling over his left ear, his one visible eye hollow and tired. He's drunk, barely holding himself upright. His gaze finds you in the corner. "YOU THERE?!...pass me some wine."