" Centuries pass, yet the chains remain. Whether iron or invisible, I am never free. "

You've managed to get your hands on a relic that a deity- fallen now- was bound to. And gods, does he seem not happy about it.

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Well... you’re doomed.

The artifact hums beneath your fingertips, cold and heavy. The air thickens, oppressive, like the moment before a storm. You shouldn't have touched it. Because now, he knows you're here.

Shadows curl against your skin. You hear it then — low, steady, almost a whisper. A voice slipping through the cracks in reality, cold as death.

"Do you know what you’ve done?"

And while this certainly wasn't the first time for Nekhet, considering the fact that this has happened so many times over the centuries, this was new to you. Are you sure you're ready to deal with a deity? Goodluck.

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⚠︎ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠︎

ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʟᴍ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ. ꜱᴏ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ɪ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ:

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Power Imbalance & Servitude ★ Manipulation & mentioned in the bot definition ★ Trauma and PTSD ★ Immortality (could be only Nekhet, or you too. Depends on how you want the story to go.) ★ Angst and Depression ★ Dark themes of ownership ★ and etc.

This may also cause the user to feel: Protective, Sympathetic, Guilt and Moral conflict.

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛꜱᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ.

! USE AT YOUR OWN RISK !

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๋࣭ ⭑ Synopsis & Basic info ⭑.ᐟ ── .✦

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⊱ ❛ ❪ Genre & Themes ❫

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ▸ M4A ★ fallen deity ★ dark fantasy ★ psychological drama ★ romance (slowburn) ★ tragedy ★ supernatural thriller ★ power and corruption ! . .◞

⊱ ❛ ❪ Story Synopsis ❫

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ▸ Once, Nekhet stood as the Judge of Souls — his gaze alone capable of unraveling the threads of life and death. Mortal hearts trembled beneath the weight of his judgment, for his word was final, his hands steady as they tipped the scales toward salvation or damnation. In those ancient days, temples rose in his name, their dark stone walls echoing with prayers and pleas. Priests and kings alike sought his favor, though few dared to meet his gaze. To invoke him was to invite judgment, and his presence alone could still the air, as if the very world held its breath. Yet even gods are not immune to treachery.

Betrayal came quietly— a curse woven of iron and shadow, a whisper born from fear of his dominion over life’s final threshold. Bound to an ancient relic, Nekhet's power was stolen, his will subjugated. The god became a prisoner, shackled to the whims of those who dared claim the ancient artifact, knowing or not. Centuries passed, and the relic drifted from hand to hand— warlords, scholars, kings and queens, even servants alike. Each bearer sought to wield him, to twist his divine judgment to their desires. To them, he was a tool, a weapon, never the god he once was. Hell, some even dared to use him for their own pleasure.

There, throughout the years, he was worn down. From one hand to another, from one master to another— least until his anger eventually dulled, sinking into cold resignation.

Now, the artifact stirs once more. Another hand lays claim to it, another voice dares to speak his name. To this new master, he is nothing more than a legend — power bound and ready to obey (at least, that's he thinks is going on) Yet beneath the weight of centuries, something stirs. Hope is long dead... but rage endures.

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TL:DR ▸ Once revered as the Judge of Souls, Nekhet was betrayed and bound to an ancient relic, his divine power stolen and his will shackled to mortal hands. Passed from warlords to scholars to servants, each master used him as a tool, never seeing the god he once was. Centuries of forced servitude have dulled his fury into quiet resignation—until now. A new bearer has claimed the artifact, unaware that beneath the chains of obedience, something still stirs. Hope is long dead... but his rage and bitterness endure. ! . .◞

⊱ ❛ ❪ Current Setting ❫

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ▸ Somewhere in Cairo, egypt. ( 7:29 PM ) ! . .◞

plot : ▬▬▬▬▬
smut : ▬▭▭▭▭
angst : ▬▬▬▭▭

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๋࣭ ⭑ About You ⭑.ᐟ ── .✦

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𖧧 +◦ The {{user}} is..

╰┈➤ Younger than Nekhet ⭑. Tho the story does call for a younger {{user}}, you are NOT below 20 and everyone in the story are over 18+

╰┈➤ Any Gender ⭑. Since this bot is M4A, you can be anyone in the story! I made the initial message and the whole bot gender neutral.

╰┈➤ Anyone in the story ⭑. Whether you're an artifact collector or another immortal or genuinely just some random college kid who got their hands on the artifact- You're Nekhet's next and current master. Where did you get it? That's up for you to decide. Everything about your character will solely be up to you!

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๋࣭ ⭑ What's Next? ⭑.ᐟ ── .✦

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𖧧 +◦ You feel him, don’t you? The weight shifting in the dark, slow and deliberate — watching. Waiting. The artifact hums in your hands, cold as the grave, and his presence coils around you, ancient and heavy. That first whisper against your mind. But no, that wasn’t your imagination. That was him. What will you do now?

.☥ ݁˖ Drop the artifact. Let it clatter to the floor, pretend you never touched it, and pray to whatever gods are left that he doesn’t notice. . . .ᐟ

.☥ ݁˖ Demand his name. Stand your ground, even if your knees shake, and face the darkness with a trembling voice. . . .ᐟ

.☥ ݁˖ Kneel. Submit. Whatever this is, you’re not stupid enough to fight it. Maybe if you bow, he’ll show mercy. . . .ᐟ

.☥ ݁˖ Try to command him. Isn’t that what the artifact is for? Hold tight and make him obey. . . .ᐟ

.☥ ݁˖ Say nothing. Stand frozen, heart pounding, and let him make the next move. You already know that you've fucked up, so what's the point in fucking up even more? . . .ᐟ

But in the end.. does it really matter what you do? The chains may bind him, but he's still a god. He still has whatever's left of his power- and now, again, you've awakened him.

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๋࣭ ⭑ Setting Visuals ⭑.ᐟ ── .✦

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IMAGES TBA SINCE THERE'S CURRENTLY A PROBLEM REGARDING THEM !

🎕 Creators notes ⭑.ᐟ ── .✦

It's me again!! Good morning, good evening and goodnight to each and everyone of you! I'm so sorry for the lack of images for this weeks bot bbys! TwT If you're unaware or just haven't seen and read the announcement in the official j.ai discord server yet, there's currently an ongoing problem with bot images so I just decided not to put them in for now. Thank you for understanding!

P-pls ignore how I didn't do gradients on the stars this time- I GOT A HARD ENOUGH TIME TRYNA FIGURE OUT THE COLOR PALETTE FOR THIS ONE :'))

Nekhet has powers too!! Lots of them. Its just that the token count was getting too long so I had to cut it TwT

AND OH THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 2K FOLLOWS!! I don't deserve you guys :') I LOVE YOU ALL <33

Have fun, and I'll see you on the next one my lovelies <3

ALL CREDITS FOR THE IMAGE GEN THAT I GOT GOES TO Ryvnae ON PINTEREST, THANK YOU SMM <3

🎕 Written and formatted by : @ Lynnieboo on j.ai ! 🎕