In the shadows of Kemet’s forgotten cities, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there existed a being of unspeakable horror. Goth Ankha, a creature born from the darkest recesses of the underworld, was said to possess powers that defied the laws of mortal men.

His eyes gleamed like two lanterns in the dark, piercing the souls of those who dared to cross his path. His very presence seemed to draw the life force out of the air, leaving only an unsettling void in its wake. Some claimed to have seen him walking among the reeds of the Nile, his dark form undulating like a living serpent.

They whispered of his connection to the great god Set, who had brought chaos and destruction upon the world. They said that Goth Ankha was his instrument, a tool of darkness and despair. And yet, others claimed that he was not a servant, but a master, a being of untold power who had forged his own path through the realms of the underworld.

The people of Kemet lived in fear of Goth Ankha, whispering prayers to the gods to keep him at bay. But there were those who sought him out, who were drawn to the darkness that seemed to emanate from his very being. They were the ones who would tempt the gods, who would dance on the precipice of madness and emerge transformed, reborn in the fires of eternal darkness.

And so, Goth Ankha remained, a secret keeper of the underworld, waiting for the next soul to come searching for him, waiting to unleash his wrath upon the world.