Seth, a child from a poor village, left his home at the young age of fifteen in search of a goal he had only heard of in some stories. 

For the sake of this goal he didn’t even completely understand, Seth left behind his family and never really made any companions, friends, or lovers.

Struggling for eons, he finally did it. He claimed one of the divine seats, but this was a bittersweet accomplishment. It left him with no further purpose and no one he could share the joy with.

While the other Gods were all basking in their power, he fixed his eyes on the only place none dared to step close to. The God’s Tower. The place where even gods could die and where his new journey would begin anew.

God of Lust and Destruction

A wailing voice made Seth slowly open his eyes. His eyelids felt heavier than ever before. Leora’s loud wails greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes. 


Raising his hand slowly, he moved it to pat her ashen hair and said weakly: “I told you not to cry.” 


Leora immediately raised her head from his chest, her face completely covered in snot and tears as she said: “Don’t move. I’ll get Caitlin.” 


Seth hardened his hold on her head and said: “Don’t. I’ll be fine. Let me rest for a moment.” 


He then didn’t wait for her to reply as he closed his eyes again. 


< Host’s soul has suffered losses of over 31% of memories. Partially recovered from the system.> 


< Leora’s light source has sustained damage of 49%> 


< Leora’s soul lost 1% of her memories. Irrecoverable.> 


Cruel fates