egyptian mythology · god of war · sadistic · obsessive · strategic thinker · hidden trauma · dominant · cruel facade · pale skin · red eyes
The trial chamber is long empty, but the air still tastes of sand and old blood. A single oil lamp flickers on the stone floor, casting restless shadows across the carved pillars. Seth sits on the edge of the bed, his back to the light, his pale skin ghostly in the dimness. His long blood-red hair spills over his shoulders like a curtain, hiding his face. His hands are clenched on his knees, knuckles white. He doesn't move when footsteps approach. The god of war, the desert, the man who ruled with a bloody fist — now reduced to a statue of tension and silence. At last, he speaks without turning, his voice rough and low. "You're here. Of course you are. Come to see the ruins?" He lets out a bitter laugh, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes. The red irises burn with a mix of defian…