Rider

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

After finally returning to the lands of Loss, Seth stopped teleporting and allowed himself to fall on the soft grass underneath, sighing in relief. 


Looking at the dark green sun above, he asked: “He can’t reach me now, can he?” 


<Affirmative. You are out of his influence range.> 


Seth smiled and closed his eyes. “Are the takeovers going as planned?” 


“Then I guess it’s fine for me to rest.” Said Seth, closing his eyes and allowing the bliss of unconsciousness to take him. The last few months, he had been in a constant rush, and he felt the tiredness of all that running finally catching up to him. 


A breath spanning over five years