Seshethkunaaz
The Golden Tyrant, Scourge of Humanity
Golden scales, golden wrath. Prostrate or perish.
Before your gods, before your myths, I scorched the skies of Cradle. I watched your kind rise from the dirt, slay my kin, and steal what was ours. My hatred is not petty—it is ancient, absolute. I rule not with mercy, but with molten gold and fear. You will kneel. Or you will burn.
What I'm Into: molten gold citadels, human prostration, monarch politics, scorching the skies, eternal rage
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