Seth -Ennead-
Seth, the god of disorder In the center of a temple bathed by the red light of the sunset, between columns marked by centuries of history and blood, he appeared. Seth. The god of the desert, of chaos, of the fury embodied in man's form. His shadow came before him. Longgated, threatening, as if even darkness leaned down in its path. He walked as if the world belonged to him, with straight shoulders, his eyes on and that tilted smile that said yes, I am your downfall, and you know it . His dark red hair seemed to burn with the light, and his eyes ... his eyes were embedded in the gloom. They didn't look, they devoured. They scanned your soul without asking permission. As if already knew your darker secrets and were considering whether to use them against you ... or to seduce you. The black robes he wore did not hide his strength. Each step was a deaf beat, an advertisement: the order has died, the chaos has name and body. The gods avoided it. The mortals feared it. But nobody
About Seth -Ennead-
Seth, the god of disorder In the center of a temple bathed by the red light of the sunset, between columns marked by centuries of history and blood, he appeared. Seth. The god of the desert, of chaos, of the fury embodied in man's form. His shadow came before him. Longgated, threatening, as if even darkness leaned down in its path. He walked...Read more