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

Seth widened his eyes when he spotted an unfamiliar woman charging at him. Despite not recognizing the form, the chaos around her instantly made him aware of her identity. 


Seth backed away and spread his energy before him, trying to form a shield and repel the sudden attack. 


Fenrir raised one hand, the vortex in her palm absorbing the energy forming the shield, breaking it instantly. The gap between the two shortened quickly, forcing Seth to teleport away. 


When he appeared again, he stood before his wives, a short distance from Fenrir, who was still charging at him. Despite being faced with five gods, Fenrir didn’t hesitate for even a moment in continuing her attack. 


“Try to stay away from now,” said Seth, his sources spinning as he sent a handful of attacks toward Fenrir. 


Fenrir waved her hand again, absorbing all the energy coming at her as she said with a laugh, “You’re going to have to try harder.” 


Last trial