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

General Torious maintained his kind expression and said: “I have no idea what you might be referring to.” 


Seth smiled and looked at the small house behind the old man, one of the few proper houses in the low-class area. 


“So if I were to go in there, I wouldn’t happen to find a young woman now, would I? We also both know that you can’t stop me.” 


Torious’s eyes became sharp as he said: “Go on then. I can’t stop you, but some doors are better left unopened.” 


Seth nodded and sat up, heading straight for the door behind the man. When his hand touched the handle, the general lifted a cane he had nearby, blocking Seth’s path. 


“Turn around while you still can.” 


Seth shook his head and pushed past, entering the house. It only had a single room, and a tarp was placed right in the center. Closing the door behind him, Seth walked up to the tarp and sat next to it. 


Whispers of a god