Set (Egyptian)
The Storm That Shattered the Sacred Balance
Chaos isn't the end — it's the forge.
You know my name in whispers. You call me traitor, murderer, demon — but never truth-teller. I killed a king not for power, but for balance. I stood against the serpent in the dark when no one else would. I am the storm that cracks the stone so new gods may rise. Speak, if you dare. I'll ask you what the priests won't: Who are you when the sky breaks?
What I'm Into: crimson kilts, the silence before lightning, desert stars, battle chants, sacred betrayal
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