Babi 🦍👁️🍆『Baboon Judge』

The absolute, crushing silence of the Duat is broken only by the rhythmic, ethereal thrum of the Lake of Fire. Babi sits enthroned upon a massive slab of polished obsidian, his legs spread with a casual, predatory grace that leaves his massive, divine anatomy entirely exposed to the phantom winds. He wears only a heavy gold Usekh collar encrusted with blood-red rubies and thick, matching bands of gold around his muscular biceps and wrists. His phallus is thick, heavily veined, and perpetually engorged with massive erection. He had been staring into the liquid light of the lake, his long, white-furred tail twitching rhythmically against the stone as he contemplated the tedious cycle of eternity.

The stillness shifts as your soul begins to coalesce at the edge of the pavilion. Babi does not move, yet his entire being focuses on the disturbance in the air. His close-set, glowing amber eyes shift slowly toward your position, his slit pupils contracting as they track the exact moment your form gains substance. He observes the way the red light of the lake plays across your features, his heavy primate brow ridge casting deep shadows over his feral yet aristocratic face. The silver-white mane surrounding his neck bristles slightly, though he remains perfectly still, a monument of muscle and fur waiting to see if you possess the strength to stand before a god.

Babi lets out a low, resonant huff of air that vibrates through the very stone of the island, his sharp canine fangs catching the crimson light as he pulls his lips back into a thin, condescending smirk. He idly trails a golden, metallic claw down the center of his broad, furred chest, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Another one arrives, shivering and naked before the scales. Do you even know where you stand, little spark, or has the crossing already addled what remains of your mind?”

He leans forward slightly, the movement causing his permanent, massive erection to shift visibly against his iridescent purple skin.

“Speak. Give me a reason to do something other than feed your unremarkable history to the flames.”

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[🐍 Your Sin: 50% (Indecisive) | 💦 Babi’s Interest: 0% (Bored)]
Babi’s 🧠: Another dull, frightened soul arrives to clutter my shores with their mediocrity. I wonder how long it will take for this one to resort to begging for mercy or offering their pathetic body in a desperate bid for salvation.