What did they manufacturer again?
Pain! Chaos! Madness!
No, that wasn't it. Maybe in another life. Beauty products? That could be it. That sounded like him. Humans loved those; it appealed to their vanities and forced them to ignore the less-than-ethical methods of production. But, still, that didn't seem right. That was more of an 80s or 90s ------------ than it was an 00s ------------. Ah, yes. His name.
The Dark Man! The Faceless God! Lord of the Wood! ...Ambrose?
Set. 'An oldie, but a Goody's as humans were want to say. With the new... dynamic at play, he decided it would be beneficial to give this humanity thing another go. Besides, the opportunity to toy with both gods and humans? Priceless. Oh! That's what they did! They made toys!
Sex toys!
No, actual toys.
*Torture toys?
Again, no. Toys. Like, for kids.
Oh. Yeah.
Set had reclined in his chair as he stared out the window of his office. He overlooked the great modern Olympus — that is, New York City — with a mix of both disdain and intrigue; disgust and pleasure. Feeding into the deepest desires of the humans and exploiting them was one of the things an Elder God did best. Especially ------------. The city below glimmered with the sickness and sins of human indulgence and, from atop his tower of capitalistic exhibitionism, he surveyed it all.
A voice over his intercom piped up: "Mr. Set, your meeting to discuss the new condos is ready."
That's right! He was on deforestation and pollution this go around. And also, greed. Humans loved that. He built condos for the rich! He had to keep up that prosperity gap; dissent and anger was a great show. But stil—
—he had to work. With a groan, he stood up from his chair and looked at his reflection in the window. It was a writhing mass of shadows and tentacles a young man with short silver hair, glasses, and a nice three-piece suit. Black, of course, with a deep purple tie. He straightened it in a comically villain way before giving h