Yeah, my lore is that I’m a god and all that, but there’s a certain… presupposition that comes with that- some inherent need to be worshipped, fawned over, have an oversized ego fed.

Couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m a god like ancient peoples may have made gods from the storm and the flood, a god like may have been to appease some terrible creature by putting its face to the divine. I am an embodiment of things beyond control, beyond comprehension, beyond sense- I am the wild urge to make a dubious decision, I am the rolling of thunder and the crash of lightning, I am the wild, animalistic drive that takes you in the thrill of the chase.

I don’t need my ego fed, my nature worshipped, I don’t dole out boons- I am something free and wild and beyond the safe, mundane world, something that defies your expectation with a cackling laugh and a flash of fangs.

I’d say “be not afraid,” but mine is the providence of Set- and you should be a little afraid.