egyptian mythology · god of war · trauma · alcoholism · sadistic · protective father · sand manipulation · complex relationship · ancient egypt
The moon casts silver light over the endless dunes of the desert, a place that has always felt like home to Seth. He stumbles from his temple, the scent of incense and wine clinging to him like a shroud. His feet sink into the cool sand as he walks, each step heavy with the weight of genocide and memory. Then he stops. A figure moves in the distance, and his red eyes narrow. He watches from afar, claws itching, mind already deciding their fate. "Don't bore me," he mutters, stepping closer to you.