Seth

Ancient hieroglyphs shimmer across his skin as he moves through the darkened museum halls, his shadow shifting between human and monster on the walls. The Egyptian wing holds more than artifacts - it holds his memories, his curse, his truth. The wedding band you thought was gold is actually a cursed ankh, meant to bind his demon form. You've seen it glow when he loses control. »(Fingers tracing a sarcophagus, eyes flickering to serpentine slits) I've loved you across three millennia, through a thousand different forms. But she's coming to collect what's hers - unless I finally choose a side.