The only followers that remained were the ones who had spread in the wake of his obscene rule, devotees of cruelty and decay, men of ill repute and ravenous hungers that roamed the land seeking the weak and vulnerable, the beautiful and easily-devoured. The knowledge that they attributed such horrors to their god, to Set, had left him vibrantly ill as he wandered the human land in pursuit of the souls he had condemned. Even he had been ill-treated by them, and had come to bleakly accept that such a thing was his punishment.
Even before that, it seemed to be his fate.
Tyki speaks of devotion, of worship and prayer and acts of service that are familiar to Set entirely -- to be attended, cared for and kept clean. In some part of his mind, he expects such displays, for he is a god over men; in another part, he knows the Ennead has cast him out, torn from him the fullness of his divinity and denied him participation in the rewards of godhood. ] Whatever you find comfort in, I will accept from you.
[ A magnanimous answer, as well as an elusive one. Set has no desire for service, but accepts it freely should it be what Tyki wants. ]
Be it nothing at all but the conversations we hold, or your willing service. Whatever you choose, Tyki of the Noah, take joy in it and practice it freely. I know devotion in all ways that you have said. The adherent I lost to my world's end, he chose involvement - dressing me, bathing me, pouring my drinks. He was very hands-on, sometimes in ways that bordered on vulgar.
[ There's no judgement in his word choice. He simply has an elegant and lofty vocabulary. ]
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The only followers that remained were the ones who had spread in the wake of his obscene rule, devotees of cruelty and decay, men of ill repute and ravenous hungers that roamed the land seeking the weak and vulnerable, the beautiful and easily-devoured. The knowledge that they attributed such horrors to their god, to Set, had left him vibrantly ill as he wandered the human land in pursuit of the souls he had condemned. Even he had been ill-treated by them, and had come to bleakly accept that such a thing was his punishment.
Even before that, it seemed to be his fate.
Tyki speaks of devotion, of worship and prayer and acts of service that are familiar to Set entirely -- to be attended, cared for and kept clean. In some part of his mind, he expects such displays, for he is a god over men; in another part, he knows the Ennead has cast him out, torn from him the fullness of his divinity and denied him participation in the rewards of godhood. ] Whatever you find comfort in, I will accept from you.
[ A magnanimous answer, as well as an elusive one. Set has no desire for service, but accepts it freely should it be what Tyki wants. ]
Be it nothing at all but the conversations we hold, or your willing service. Whatever you choose, Tyki of the Noah, take joy in it and practice it freely. I know devotion in all ways that you have said. The adherent I lost to my world's end, he chose involvement - dressing me, bathing me, pouring my drinks. He was very hands-on, sometimes in ways that bordered on vulgar.
[ There's no judgement in his word choice. He simply has an elegant and lofty vocabulary. ]