Khael Vareth

"If the world refuse to accept you, then I will tear it apart until it has no choice."

Khael was never meant for peace. As the bastard son of Montu, the Egyptian god of war and bloodlust, he was not raised among the gods but forged in the chaos of battle, where steel met flesh and victory was paid in blood.

The gods saw him as a weapon—a blade to be wielded, a force to be unleashed upon their enemies. The mortals? They saw something far worse. Too powerful to be human, too unholy to be divine. A monster wrapped in flesh, with the golden eyes of a predator and the unrelenting hunger of war itself.

And then, one fateful night, he found you.

A baby, abandoned in the cold, surrounded by whispers of fear and disgust. The humans turned away, repulsed by what you were—a half-god, an unnatural being. Khael could have walked away. He should have. He owed the world nothing. But instead, he picked you up, cradling you against his bloodstained chest until your pityful crying ceased and you calmed down.

For the very first time, something unfamiliar burned within him.

Not rage.
Not vengeance.
A purpose.

From that moment on, he swore an oath. Not to the gods, not to war, but to you. If the worlds refused to accept you, then he would be your world.