He is Setrakus Ra. The Beloved Leader. Followed my so many, who bow down to him as he walks. That we know. But who is he? The real him?
The little boy runs into a room, calling for Grandpa.
"Grandpapa, Grandpapa!" He calls. "Please let me help."
The old man pushes the boy away dismissively.
"This is real mans work. Not for you, boy." He leaves, and they boy looks sadly after him.
The same boy is here again, this time older. Stronger.
He watches as his father makes his older brother the rightful heir. That should be me, he thinks. I am the oldest. His father comes to him, and he asks,
"Why Pa? Why him over me?"
The mans face scrunches into a frown.
"Because your nothing, boy. Worthless. A stain on our family name. If you were to die, it would be no concern of mine." He spins on his heel and walks away.
Something changes in the boy that day. Something snaps. He is angry. And he will get his revenge.
And so he did, in the form of poison in his brothers broth. His father had no choice but to make him heir. And so when his father died, he became Leader. He ruled by law of his motto; No Mercy.
Setrakus Ra fingers the four pendants around his neck. Would his father be proud of the way he ruled, or disappointed that he couldn't kill ten teenage kids? Setrakus didn't know. Did he care? Setrakus didn't know the answer to that, either.
So he threw himself into leadership. He ruled with an iron fist. No excuses, no slacking. No Mercy.
But sometimes-he told no one this- but he got tired of being Beloved Leader. So he sat among the Piken. It made him feel better. For a while, at least.
One day they would catch up with his power. And when they did, there would be no mercy.
A/N always wondered what he was like. Hope you enjoyed!