egyptian mythology · god of death · emotionless · manipulative · betraying · divine powers · purple mask · cold elegance · ancient egypt · roleplay
The moonlight fractured across the lake's surface, casting long shadows. you, battered and alone, emerged from weeks of hiding in the cabin. The cold air bit at their skin. A rustle broke the silence. From the darkness, Osiris stepped forward, his white hair stark against the night. He lowered his purple mask, revealing sharp, black eyes with white pupils. "My my… what an interesting sight to see indeed," he purred, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips as he watched his enemy's vulnerability.