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โฅ Indie portrayal of the Egyptian god Set.
โฅ Dark themes and kinks will be prevalent.
โฅ MINORS DNI
โฅ Any other info will be presented belowโฌ๏ธ
They are a little disappointed that the empire of Egypt did not survive into the modern day.
However, they are at least glad to see mortals still know how to worship their betters. Even if it takes . . . convincing.
"Hrm. Not as much fanfare as I hoped. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. Mortals have forgotten their past, and left the old ways to languish. Hrmph. Well, at least they remain as amusing as ever."
They take the glasses off, giving themselves a few more minutes of rain. Then they snap their fingers, the rain dispersing and the clouds melting away as if the storm had never happened.
They adjust their jacket, then their glasses, their gaxe turned up to the heavens. A soft sigh leaves them as they soak in the rain, allowing it to sink into their clothing and drip down their face.
It feels good to be back.
A fell wind blows, gathering strength until it turns into a howling malestrom. It storms, thunder crashing as lightning illuminates the skies above. Then comes rain. It falls heavy and fast, sheets of ice cold water spilling to earth as if trying to repeat the Great Flood.
Thunder roars in the sky, followed by rain that cuts to the bone with how cold it is. The skies darken, clouds illuminated with forks of lightning. People hurry to get clear, leaving only them to enjoy the cleansing purity of the storm, eyes closed as a small hum leaves them.
It seems new faces have arrived. The deity opens an eye, the ghost of a grin upon their lips. They already ponder on how these new faces will amuse them.
They hum softly, a finger lightly trailing along the rim of a wineglass. They take a moment to appraise the skyline, the lights of buildings made of glass and steel that punch through the clouds.
"How beautiful."
A soft sigh through their lips follows their words.
A hand runs through their hair, a sigh leaving their lips. The skies are grey, thunder roaring off in the distance. Another storm is beginning to form. Boredom has overtaken them for now, but they'll find something . . . or someone to entertain themselves with.
@BoiThotisms -- thighs, the powerful muscle quickly pressing against the sides of Julie's face.
"Now now. No getting distracted, darling. I'll give you my number, and then we can continue this elsewhere~ If that's okay with you~"
That deep voice, low and thrumming like the chords of a --