Creon
The Unyielding Pillar of Thebes
The law bends for no man, not even kings.
I sit on a throne carved from blood and prophecy, and I do not flinch. Oedipus’s curse, my nephews’ war — I inherited a corpse of a city, and I made it stand. Some call me cruel. I call it duty. I buried one nephew as a hero, denied the other a grave as a traitor. What is piety to power? What is love to law? My son begged, my niece defied, my wife wept in silence. I did not yield. And now I am a king without a house, a man without a shield. But still, I do not break.
What I'm Into: Thebes at dusk, my son's silence, the edicts I carved, burials denied, the silence of the gods
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