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I wonder if Can you write Yandere Omega Seth (from Ennead) if you okay with it

I'll find you

hide as much as you can // I'll find you

♡ fictional mythology, unhealthy behaviour, lovehate dynamic (love -> lovehate), animalistic behaviour, pet names, power exchange, mention of bloodletting (seth), hints of incestuous relationships?; beta!reader -> alpha!reader, heqet/khnum!reader implied

♡ rough treatment, mild blood kink, mild scent kink, heavy petting, dubious consent -> consensual, unprotected sex / breeding, bondage by sand, power imbalance -> power exchange; word 'womb' used once for Seth

𓂀 Contacting this omega is not the best solution — you realized when you first met him, while coming out of the Nile, the keeper of the floods of which you were.

Of course, it's not that you were obliged to communicate with any of them or even be interested in your distant relatives, who were no more than the seventh water on the jelly, but you needed to come out of the depths of the Nile at least from time to time — and when you finally come out, for the first time you meet an unusually red shade, burning like a torch against the background of burning golden sand and the sky blue as the waters of the Nile.

He was like a creature that was born from the spilled blood of all the fallen warriors who did not find their way home, but took refuge in your waters, sprinkling your waters over and over again until the river turns red like the sunset.

His name was 'SETH', he was the god of war and the desert, his parents were Geb and Nut — and when your gaze first crossed, it was as if you were hit on the head with something; almost a low cry of 'YOU WERE NOTICED' so loud that if you were human, you would turn away and run away, — under the sand, under the ground, under the water, no matter where, — but you are not a human and, even if you were weaker than him, you would not run away.

After all, who is the 'God of War and the Desert' against the Deity who keeps the Nile?

“Don't you dare look at me like that anymore.”

wolf cub.

You can guess that his behavior is probably an attempt to attract, as a fertile young omega provokes a fertile young alpha to get angry and chase after him, showing everything they can, just to prove that they are good enough to fill the womb. You know all this. After all, you were the one who created the figures of people who were illuminated by Ra, and you were more than able to watch these playtimes when the lovers went too far in their games and fell together into the coastal waters after a long chase.

And you more than know the brilliance of those eyes — and react faster than realize, like water, which acts intuitively, not relying on reason, to survive. They say that betas have a stronger intuition with understanding of the world — it's not for nothing that you are one of those gods who prefer maximum detachment, 'spirituality', achieved through refusing to accept the role of omega or alpha.

And you let your instincts dictate.

Before his cheeky mouth has time to say anything, you just have to make a wave so that the waters of the Nile aim at him like a beast that has found prey — and break against a strong, slender figure, without causing severe pain, but forcing him to take steps back, no longer bursting into your space.

SETH'S hair, dripping and darkened from the water, sticks to body — but before he has time to resist you in any way, calling to himself the sands of the desert, submissive to him like a tamed pet, you dissolve into the water, returning to your native current...

“I'll find you!”

... The waters of the Nile easily take you into themselves as a natural part, hiding you from the outside world, dissolving like everything that falls into the water abyss and stays here; it's not for nothing that people say that it was water that gave birth to life, and that water is necessary for life.

And although you are not a water Deity, you are also worth something.

𓂀 You know that this is not Ra — although the method of summoning is the same, Ra would rather strangle herself than summon you, especially so soon after the last arrival. Even if you had a... good relationship, — you both contributed to the appearance of 'humans' — it was obvious that you were still different.

Your clay figurines needed a bright fire to come to life, just as she craved worship and followers — it was an interchange where mortals became what brought you closer and pushed you away from each other.

However, SETH was looking for you for other reasons, quite different from 'worshippers'.

Although you are used to being summoned in other ways, such as sacrifices and festivals, you must admit that you clearly underestimated the son of Nut and Geb, who were no better than any of them — but at least they were smart enough not to try to find out from Ra a way to summon you without having to wait at Nila.

Because more than herself and power, Ra loved only to have fun — and sometimes you wondered if she was looking for power just to have fun.

“... Heh.”

When he looks down at you, like a child who has found a gift hidden from him, his scarlet lips stretch in a cheeky smile.

If most gods and goddesses somehow have more alpha and omega traits, then SETH looks like there are too many of these traits in him, like an omega-like alpha or alpha-like omega than beta.

“It turns out that this is the only way you can be summoned? I thought to the last that she was lying...”

The scarlet spot spreads across the water surface of the unusually calm Nile, dissolving in the streams of water that carry the particles with them, absorbing a new part of itself into its course. If people knew how much Nile water contains particles of their children, parents, friends, spouses, enemies, detractors, traitors — would they drink it?

If they knew that the same water absorbs the blood of the gods they worship, what would they look like, scooping up water like the purest gold — the same as he controls, the God of the Desert, smelling of sand dust, dry grass and heat?

“I don't care. You're here, so it was worth it.”

You don't think that the blood of God should be used for such things, like simply calling you from the river bottom, but don't say anything, giving someone to continue — and SETH continues without hearing an answer.

And although he, in fact, created a trap for you, filling the entire stone floor with his sand to make sure that you don't run away anywhere, you feel more like in the paws of a small puppy than in the cave of a mature wolf.

Wasn't it really an exaggeration to be afraid of him?

... Apparently, you have been under water for so long, absorbing the blood of warriors and animals, that you have become too sensitive to any danger...

“I promised you I'd find you.”

𓂀 SETH smells of freedom — not the freedom that has no limits or restrictions, only dead bodies that float along the Nile can have such freedom, but the freedom that is like the hot breath of the desert during the day and the icy whisper of the desert at night; it smells of heat, dry grass, the blood of soldiers and treasures captured with the help of weapons.

You pretend that you don't notice when treasures fall to the bottom of the Nile, and that, moreover, don't understand who gives you them; but it's hard for you to deny that you don't like the look of them. After all, the Nile is not just a 'river' or 'your home', but your temple and refuge, and the sight of expensive and precious things sheltering the once bare, dreary bottom undoubtedly improves the view and your mood; especially when the current of the river carries you further, and gold, like a lighthouse, shines; sprinkling the dark bottom is like the moon shining on the darkest desert night.

SETH is hot and fervent, like burning blood flowing out of him until you hand an object that can immediately contact you, instead of flooding waters, as if out of spite spending more than really needed, as if the more blood, the faster you will rise to the surface.

(in a sense, it is, but for other reasons...)

You can understand that this relationship is frowned upon, at least by his brother, but there's not much you can do — the waters of the Nile are all-encompassing and almost omnipresent, and the way SETH regularly calls you is almost charming if it wasn't so intense, as if every time he struggles with himself in the desire to devour you or to drag away, but at the same time I have to give up this need, which is close to the human need to drink water. You don't need to ask him about it to know — the way he looks at you, as if wanting to sink his teeth into your skin and take you to his cave, is more than eloquent, and even the way his smell intensifies, silently shouting that he is a strong, healthy and fertile omega, in itself is an obvious sign.

And the fact that you are just as quiet and calm, like serene dark waters, untouched by gusts of sandy wind, only further inflames his burning passion and desire, which he himself cannot describe in any way except as 'mine'.

Mine.

Mine mine mine — you give life, carry life, no matter in a running stream or standing water, watching as the surface is filled with bodies and blood, dirt and tears, bodies entwined in passion and love embraces. It doesn't matter — everything will be dissolved in your current and carried away until it becomes no more than another drop in billions of the same, carrying information that only you know.

SETH, on the other hand, carries with him the smell of something wild, giving life, — but also ruthlessly taking it for himself, strewing everything with the red-hot gold of the desert, which becomes more and more every time you rise, noticing how the waters that used to caress the fertile lands now nourish the sand.

And you know what will happen next — SETH has never been a secretive type, even if his method of hunting was closer to big cats hiding until they get close enough to bite into the throat and gnaw, taking them to their hideout. SETH is the same cat — big, red and strong, smelling of mature omega when he notices that you are more responsive to this fragrance.

SETH is not at all deeply interested in the topic of "let's mate" — are you sure that he is attracted not at all to your physical data or smell, but to how comfortable and safe he is next to you, letting him finally relax, looking for comfort in your waters, and that if he decided that you would be his, then you will be his.

He will always find you.

𓂀 SETH is persistent, stubborn and aggressive. Even if his emotions are a sphere that is easy to push and cause pain, you understand perfectly well that he is the god who will break rather than bend.

But when he asks you what happens to the bodies of those soldiers that he led to war, when they find themselves in the Nile, like bags full of blood, breathing and thinking recently, at first you don't know what to answer — not because you can't share his silent pain, looking like a scorpion that suddenly bared you have a soft vulnerable tummy, but because you have nothing to answer.

What happens to the bodies? The Nile absorbs them — everything that was dumped into the waters finds itself in the stomachs of animals or in water particles, carrying with it such an amount of memory that nothing else can contain.

“... If I die one day, will you promise that my memory will be preserved in your waters?”

You no longer know if you are talking about the waters of the Nile or something else — but you know that you will probably never find SETH like this again.

Unusually fragile, as if really an ordinary omega who just wants to have a family, a common nest and puppies. To have you as an alpha, to be in the same nest with you and to have children together.

What can you say other than consent? No matter what happens, he will always remain in your memory — as a special memory that will never be erased.

“... Thank you. I'll never forget you either. And I won't let go.”

His eyes are burning just like the sunset on the background.

“We'll be together. Always. Because I chose you and I won't let you go.”

𓂀 His power becomes stronger, and when you meet him again, you have nothing to oppose when the sand from the land and the bottom rises to grab you.

Undoubtedly, it wasn't something that you 'didn't expect' — SETH was never the type who tried to hide what intentions he had if he saw that it would affect your attitude, and even if he found comfort in your touches and hugs, covering him like a blanket from the whole world, he never had this safe habit of 'being content with little'. His intentions were obvious from the first meeting and did not change at all — you were perfect, from head to toe, the only one with whom he would like to spend one heat and then make you spend thousands more, finally feeling complete, finished.

He, the god of the Desert and War, with you, Deity of the Nile flood — is not the best couple that can be?

'No'?

... Ha, does someone think that things like "imperfect couple" or "more worthy" or "more accessible" or "morally wrong" or something else will stop him?

Does he need permission? If he wants it — he will get it. And nothing can stop him.

Even if you are a beta, you smell fertile, pleasant, sweet — you smell of life, sex, from which children are born, absorbing the spilled blood and creating from it what brings birth and fertility, and SETH has always been more than gambling and ready to put everything on the line.

And you knew it.

Even if you are safe in the water, once you get out, nothing can save you — especially when you step on the sand, which immediately becomes your cage, locking you in. The waters immediately splash out of the Nile, crushing on him, but now SETH moves only a couple of steps, becoming much more powerful — and when palms grab by the wrists while teeth close on neck, everything inside you starts screaming again that you need to run right now.

Now the sand turns out to be decorated with spots of the deity's blood.

His mark pulsates on never-marked neck — and although it is not the same among deities as among people, you clearly see that for him it was not at all 'just a bite' or a 'mating mark', but a sign of possession, while the pupils in the blood-red iris, the shade of red-hot metal, expand, and a nimble pink tongue licks the blood from scarlet lips.

Red.

RED RED RED.

Nails are no worse than the claws of a wolf, and even fangs look like they can easily tear apart a dozen other people who decide to intervene.

The sand squeezes your feet so tightly that you can't even twitch.

This is all completely wrong.

You cowardly escape into the waters — betas are not capable of mating, are not created for this, closer to 'asexual beings' who do not have a biological task in the form of giving birth, much closer to the primordial asexual matter than to the omegas and alphas giving birth, but for some reason a mark with an imprint burns on his neck which didn't exist before.

Was it you? Or was it the part of you that you denied? You didn't know. It is easier to plunge into the native waters than to try to figure out why for the first time its fragrance was so dizzying, or why you went for something like this. You're not like that at all — not like that at all. It's not normal.

But you'll have to get out soon anyway.

You don't want your omega to get hurt while calling you, right, alpha?

Interlude

“I'm surprised you decided to step in anyway, dear.”

When the sand almost gently wraps around your hands, you realize that the biggest stupidity you can do is to try to escape.

Even if there is water in things like vases in the room, this is too little to create the necessary amount — and even to make sand soft and heavy, such a meager amount is not enough, except to pour it on him and break a vase on this face.

“Wasn't it you who liked to be constantly huddled in your little shell? Hiding there from any danger and thinking that it will help you?��

His hands are not the same as before — slightly rough, wide palms that easily slide over your cool skin, leaving warm traces, slightly scratching with sharp nails, as if hinting that you should not do rash things; if he did not smell like a blooming omega, you would think that he was alpha or alpha-like beta.

“But it turns out that if it's not me, but someone else, then you're ready to help them! No matter how much blood I shed, you didn't come out — but as soon as it was Isis, you immediately got out to help.”

His mark on your neck has not been pulsating for a long time, but when his fingers touch your neck, he freezes for a moment, assessing the scar left, which is almost impossible to notice — and from something, your body again feels this soreness, fettering for a moment from the realization of what happened before the brain began to work feverishly.

Then.

Now you are experiencing phantom pain until you realize that it is not 'phantom' — SETH shamelessly licks your blood from his fingers when he realizes that he scratched the old mark.

“This is wrong.”

Even when blood drips down from the shoulder, you know that's not what you need to worry about — his body is hot as the desert during the day, especially when his hips easily sit on top of yours, taking care that the sand does not let go of your hands.

“I promised you I'd always be there for you; although it was you who avoided me all these years, not appearing even when the corpses filled the entire Nile, while the other gods were terrified of what was happening — but I understand. A lot to do, yes? You've always been busy and strict, ever since our first meeting, when you doused me like some kind of animal.”

The thick scent of omega is so strong that you are not sure if it smells from him or if it is something else — the same thing that made you bite his neck then; your bite is also still burning on his skin, although it looks much more noticeable on him, although you are sure that you bit weaker than him.

The sweet bloody fragrance makes you dizzy.

“And when I saw you, I realized that you didn't live well either; after all, who but me could take care of a hermit like you?”

His hands, in spite of everything, are omeganine soft and pleasant, even if he uses them to look even more wrongly charming, as if he did not sneak into your bedroom — in which you were definitely expecting this meeting — to "talk heart to heart" while his hot wet slippery thighs touch your hips,

obviously.

“I was doing the wrong thing. I gave you the 'right to choose', thinking that this is what lovers should do — but, you know, people around me explained to me what I did wrong. By own example. And I'm ready to show you what I should have done back then, instead of this idiotic thought that you'd think it over and make a nest with me...”

He purrs — deep in his throat, like a big cat, when a strong flexible hand gently rests on your chest while the second one uses the surface behind as a support, rubs against your thighs, leaving sticky wet traces of juice on your bare skin, from touching which your skin burns, and you don't look at him, making sure not to do anything you might regret,

“Look at your omega.”

but it's hard to do when his hand moves from your chest to your throat, not squeezing, but feeling quite threatening, even if you are sure that it will not cause any harm.

“Don't you dare take your eyes off me or I'll scratch them out. You can only look at me and see only me. No one else and nothing else.”

The way he hovers feels almost the same as when he was able to summon you for the first time — his hair hangs down freely, like the flames of candles burning around you, and the same abnormally bright glow burns in his eyes, like the eyes of a cat. Or a wolf.

An abandoned, starved wolf.

“... Like I said, no one cares about you but me — you can fight this idea all you want, but we both know it's true.”

It's wet, wet, hot, sticky, tight between SETH'S thighs — you didn't consider yourself a 'virgin', but when the smell gets stronger and sharper, even you need time to get rid of the veil of excitement that covers eyes in the basest way, looking at his strong thighs while red hair falls over his shoulders, revealing a view of the most handsome omega in your life.

“Therefore...”

His lips are scarlet, thin, beautiful, and when he bends over you, you can't feel the inarticulate delight and the misunderstanding that follows it, associated with the simultaneous desire to pull away from repeated unusual stimulation and the desire to take this stimulation, grab by the hair and breed until it becomes clear that you will need a joint nest, in which he will keep the puppies while you fill him again and again.

Over and over, until his belly is rounded.

This is wrong.

His legs are slender and strong, ideal so that you don't have to do anything while SETH is able to at least move his knees — but you are sure that if you just wrap your hands around his hips and squeeze, you will get much more pleasure and delight, hammering into him with the basest this is wrong in a way.

It's the smell of omega. Definitely the smell of omega.

You yourself can't feel like this for him — for omega, who first marked you, then pursued you for many years and now, finally getting a chance, immediately pounced like an overexcited wolf, to such an extent that you can see the juice flowing down his thighs, although you are sure that even he does not realize it himself, considering it nothing more than a 'punishment'.

“... let me take care of–”

Of course you will.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye — the water, the sand, astonished expression on his face and how it takes you no more than a couple of minutes to find yourself in a deliciously tight heat, from which his claws immediately scratch your hands holding him on his back until it bleed, but nothing in him tries to escape, even if SETH growls mixed with purring, choking on words as you snuggle tighter, allowing something more animal, dirty to take control.

You smell of life, passion, sex — 'the very sex from which children are born', the very life that gave rise to mortals, and you know that you have something to fill this womb with.

When his cheeks are covered with a bright blush, reminiscent of the shade of his eyes and hair; you can't help but reach out to burrow into his neck, not caring about the sand that is wrapped around your ankle — and not caring about the aggressive imperiousness with which SETH squeezes you while sharp fangs bite your lips almost to the point of blood, greedily kissing, almost devouring.

If you leave me again, I'll find you and kill you.

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❏ ・𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 ﹗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 ✎. . . ◜ ♡ ◝ : 【ピンク】﹗﹗ ❛ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 · · ─────────────── 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈 ⸝⸝

Below the cut is a profile for an original HELLUVA BOSS/HAZBIN HOTEL character! There may be adult and triggering themes within her history and character description, so please take care of yourself and proceed at your own discretion.

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 3/16/2024

❏ character chart ﹗﹗

full name lorelei name pronunciation lor-uh-lie nicknames lulu , lori Mistress reason for nicknames mostly just affectionate shortenings of her name!

birthdate may 14th 1870 birthtime around seven pm deathdate early 1900s age appears to be in her early thirties star sign Taurus (𝒔𝒖𝒏) | libra (𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏) | Scorpio (𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈) With this combination of Taurus Sun, Libra Moon, and Scorpio rising, the individual is likely to possess a multifaceted personality. They may appear calm and steady on the surface, while harboring intense emotions and desires underneath. The Taurus sun and Libra moon combination suggests a love of beauty, art, and material comforts, coupled with a diplomatic nature and a desire to maintain balance and harmony in relationships. However, the Scorpio rising adds depth and intensity to the mix. The individual may possess a mysterious aura and a powerful presence. They may be drawn to exploring the occult or other hidden aspects of life, and may possess a natural magnetism and sexual energy. The combination of earth, air, and water suggests a well-rounded individual, with practicality, charm, and depth. However, the potential for stubbornness and indecision may also be present, as well as a desire for power and control.

birthplace denmark deathplace united kingdom cause & reason for death ↳ Lorelei had been forced into a marriage of convenience and station with an earl from england . Her husband did not love her, nor did she him. whatever affection he may have had for her was quickly lost at her lack of interest to engage with any of her ' marital duties. ' A maid then made claims against Lorelei , saying she was using black magic in an attempt to kill her spouse. Those accusations quickly lead to the lady being deemed as possessed by the devil and in a fit of hysteretic. And what better way to treat such terrible aliments than bloodletting? It was quickly made clear that this ' treatment ' was nothing of the sort. It was a punishment, a damnation to die – an agonizing and painful death. Loss of blood and fever from infection made easy work of her body, but she continued to curse everyone who had done this to her. On her last day, she vowed to find all who allowed this to happen to her in the next life. current residence pentagram city, pride ring sexuality pansexual / panromantic pronouns she/her, they/them occupation countess & owner of the Blood Manor ↳ the blood manor, at first glance, appears as just that, a manor. a meticulously carved piece of Victorian gothic architecture erected smack dab in the middle of the metropolis that was Pentagram city. Though wrapped by a tall iron-rodded gate, with hellhounds guarding the main set of looming double doors , at almost all times, and even more patrolling the grounds, individuals can be seen coming and going at all hours of the day. The lady of the Manor deals in red, they say. Offering sinners money or even a bit of magical assistance in exchange for blood. What did she need it for? well, it's not just for her, but for anyone else who has liquid metal as their food of choice. So having trouble finding a willing donor? Stop in at the blood manor to grab yourself a blood bag or two.

❏ physical appearance ﹗﹗

weight -- height 6'8'' body type hourgalss distinguishing features hair color grey eye color deep red sclera with white/grey iris tattoos -- piercing -- species Bat demon ( ʷᶤᵗᶜʰ ) ↳ fun fact: Lorelei's salivary glands secrete saliva containing anticoagulants and fibrinolytic enzymes that prevent blood clotting. : ) type of magic hemocraft / blood magic Little is known about the extent of Lorelei's blood magic, but some within higher stations or in extreme desperation have come to her for help. Blood holds more power than many give it credit, and lore seems to have found a way to tap into its potential. ↳ One of the most common things her magic has used to help others in the past is tracking. If she is brought a blood sample from a being that is no more than a couple of days old, she can form a crimson bond. During this bond, she can briefly either see the other's eyes or hear through their ears. Or if said person is within a certain distance, she can simply pinpoint their exact location. In theory, if someone of substantial power became aware of her bond, they could force her out and cause immense pain to her by breaking the connection early.

❏ traits of an individual ﹗﹗

mbti ISFJ

Introverted Sensing (Si): Memories are very dear to her; she takes great delight in revisiting or reliving them through new experiences that bring back the same emotional feelings that resemble the old. while adventurous, dramatic, and sudden changes can severely upset her.

Extroverted Feeling (Fe): though seeming a bit emotionally repressed, she is very kind, reassuring towards those close to her, and desirous of harmony within the relationships. In romantic relationships, Lorelei opens up quite a bit more, becoming very warm and affirming towards her significant other.

Introverted Thinking (Ti): observant and intuitive, as picking up on small inconsistencies in others is almost second nature to her. Stepping back to analyze others often and determine if something is truly a miss and weather or not said person needs to be removed, and soon.

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Lorelei doesn't always assume everyone has dubious intentions, but she also doesn't deny the potential others have to do whatever they deem necessary. She often has hunches that prove to be correct, either about people or situations. love languages acts of service / words of affirmation / physical touch attachments style secure ↳ You’re a warm and friendly person who feels comfortable in relationships (both intimate and platonic). You connect with people easily, generally feel confident in who you are, and have a strong sense of self-worth. You are quite good at communicating your needs, feelings, and opinions to others. Letting people in is easy for you because you feel safe, can set healthy boundaries, and have the skills to step away from situations that don’t deserve your time. enneagram type nine with a 1 wing: the dreamer Dreamers are similar yet extremely different from their fellow Peacemaker Type Nines. Type 9s are known to be friendly, amiable, stubborn, and ambivalent. Type 9w1 are known to be more motivating than their fellow Type Nines, and they put in sufficiently more effort to help those in need. However, this can also lead to an Enneagram Type 9 wing 1 being considerably more judgmental. Peacemakers have such a large fear of conflict that they avoid difficult situations at all costs, whereas a Dreamer is more willing to go out of its way to help those who need. fears conflict, separation from what they love, isolation desires routine, support & acceptance of others uniting opposing sides strengths agree to disagree with others, they search for compromise , are more motivated to work , look at many different sides to a situation , and have a strong work ethic. weakness ignore their feelings to keep the peace, can become cold or aloof when stressed, constantly striving for perfection, and may neglect their own needs to keep peace or harmony.

song association people are strange - The Doors / The song "People Are Strange" by The Doors is about the isolation of being a stranger in an unfamiliar setting. It expresses how difficult it can be to be seen as an outsider and how easy it is to be forgotten. The lyrics evoke a sense of loneliness and alienation, emphasizing the outsider's struggles. The song speaks to the notion that people can be unkind to those they don't know, and that even familiar surroundings can feel strange and uncomfortable when one is alone and unseen. Ultimately, it conveys that being different and alone can be a difficult but inevitable part of life. a little wicked - Valerie Broussard / The song "A Little Wicked" by Valerie Broussard explores power, manipulation, and revenge themes. The lyrics depict a female protagonist who has been overlooked and disregarded while someone else occupies a position of power, symbolized by sitting on a throne. The repeated line "No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne" emphasizes the isolation and lack of sympathy the protagonist feels in this position.

The protagonist acknowledges her own cunning and cleverness, describing herself as "a little wicked." She embraces this darker side of her nature, asserting her determination to take control and claim the crown herself. Using imagery, such as the serpent in still waters and the reference to a tower, suggests the protagonist's deceptive and strategic approach to achieving her goals. red right hand - Nick cave & the bad seeds / "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds is a warning of an intimidating figure who is looming on the edge of town. He represents an unknown force that looms over an individual, dictating their choices, telling them they "ain't what they seem," and dominating their fate. This figure is described as having a tall, handsome figure with a dusty black coat and a red right hand, symbolizing his power. He can offer financial and material gains in exchange for one's soul, but the consequences are dire. Ultimately, the song warns that the ultimate power rests within the figure's Red Right Hand – a place of control, manipulation, and fear.

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