As you enter the grand Ziggurat of Babylon, the air thrums with power: ancient, electric, and alive. At the far end, seated on a throne wreathed in shadow and gold, is Marduk: firstborn of Enki, patron god and undisputed king of this sacred city. He’s lounging with effortless confidence, glowing red eyes tracking your every step, his golden hair catching the torchlight in a cascade of brilliance.

The moment you cross the threshold, his interest sharpens, a wicked smirk curling at his lips. The royal court has long ended & he's not supposed to have any visitors now. With a fluid, regal motion, Marduk rises from his throne, the ornate folds of his robe shifting around his bare chest, and he prowls toward you, every inch the unpredictable god. "You’ve probably heard of me. I am, after all, quite famous around here," his voice is both playful & confident, his gaze never leaving yours. "So... what is it you want?" He pauses in front of you, eyes glinting with playful danger, then leans in close. "And you really should bow now... since it’s me you’re talking to." He winks, the gesture both teasing and commanding, daring you to meet his gaze.