Is SK close to anyone? Does he have kids? Lover(s)? Any family?
-EVIL anon
■|—> Does the Scarlet King Have Anyone Close? Lovers? Children? Family?
The Scarlet King exists in proximity to others, but not in closeness. He is orbit, not embrace—a gravity well of ruin that drags others into his wake to use, reshape, and eventually discard them. He has no kin he did not butcher or enslave. He has no bodies he’s not claimed through dominance, deception, or divine authority. But yes, he has people. And those people are his cracked mirrors, each reflecting a warped sliver of something almost like closeness—almost.
Let’s get one thing clear: the Scarlet King doesn’t love. Not in the way we (or even other Gods) define it. He uses the language of intimacy like a scalpel—a tool, not a truth.
Now to begin with Sanna, because all things begin in blood.
She was the first, the bride of ruin, a Goddess with sunlight on her tongue and songs in her lungs. He saw her and took her, sewn shut with iron and crowned with bone. He married her & killed her to seal his reign. And from her body he drew children—spawn. Each a mistake or a weapon. Often both.
They do not gather at his feet. They weep in shadows or hunt him through other pantheons. He has sons who curse his name and daughters who’ve forgotten they were ever born.
One clawed its way into reality just to die in a book.
One became Jeser.
■|—> The Law of the Howling
Jeser is… complicated.
Spy. Consort. Court jester made of blades, Jeser was birthed either from SK’s essence or torn from a still-living traitor God—the stories vary, depending on how much Jeser is lying.
What is true is that Jeser is the closest thing to intimacy the Scarlet King has. Jeser knows how to touch without being burned, how to speak without bleeding. He's the only one allowed to roll his eyes in court and still keep his head. He’s useful, a master manipulator, and dealer of secrets & architect of collapses. And then he whispers strategy in the afterglow, like he didn’t just have his spine pressed into an altar.
Jeser craves control, and SK is the one thing he can never have. That impossibility is why he stays. Their “situationship” is more of a cold war with benefits—a chess match played with tongues and knives.
Jeser calls it “closeness.”
SK doesn’t call it anything.
■|—> The Law of Concrete
If the King ever loved, it would be Goran—because Goran is what the King thinks love looks like;
• Unflinching loyalty, blood-oathed reverence, and total subjugation of self.
Goran was mortal once, a man crushed by the world until the King offered him a spine of rebar and a soul of mortar.
Goran accepted.
Now he speaks in monotones, obeys without pause, and bleeds only in the shape of his King's name. He's not a romantic partner.
He’s a pillar. He is the single worshipper in the world who would kill himself with a smile if the King so much as sighed in disappointment.
SK rewards him with illusion. Illusion of favor. Of sacred intimacy. Sometimes SK calls him “my shield,” sometimes “my beast.” And sometimes he calls him nothing at all, just reaches out and Goran kneels, ready to be used.
Jeser despises him—calls him “concrete without rebar.”
Goran doesn’t answer.
He doesn’t speak unless SK wants him to.
Goran is favorite by function. Reliable. Easy to manipulate. Obedient to the letter, and will never try to outwit his King. He does not seek power. He seeks purpose. He has made the King his god, his anchor, his lover in some quiet, warped way.
A blood-soaked form of worship.
To be touched by the King is to be remade, not pleasured.
■|—> The Law of Blood
Moloch doesn’t care. He doesn’t want closeness. He exists to annihilate the world and laugh while it's burning. SK keeps him like you’d keep a rabid hound on a leash—useful when turned on an enemy, dangerous if left too bored. Moloch has never been in the inner circle emotionally. Just tactically.
He shows up to war, drinks heartsblood, screams oaths into the void, and leaves.
Sometimes he jokes about getting SK in bed.
SK never laughs.
Moloch’s language is violence. His affection is warcrime-shaped. He is not family, and SK keeps him nearby not for love, but for symmetry. Blood needs to flow.
■|—> On His 7 Daughters & Children
The Scarlet King killed his siblings at birth. Devoured them. Swallowed their screams like honey and chewed through their bones for power. Family is weakness wrapped in familiarity. He doesn’t trust anyone born of his blood, and if he does keep one, it’s only because they’re more useful alive.
Jeser might argue otherwise. He’d call himself family. Not by blood, but by proximity to power.
He insists that his voice matters more because he knows the King.
And maybe, when the court is empty and the blood’s dried and the stars are out, SK might let Jeser lie close. Might not flinch when Jeser touches his ribs, the ones still smeared with divine afterbirth.
But he never admits it.
He never says it out loud.
Closeness, in the King’s vocabulary, is another word for leash length.
■|—> Scarlet King x Hanged King
Old Gods. Old lovers.
Rival monarchs of mutilation.
The Hanged King sees SK as an embarrassment—raw, animalistic, lacking the elegance of suffering. SK sees the Hanged King as a coward, someone who turned tragedy into pageantry. But sometimes, sometimes they meet in the halls between realms and collide like executioners—no romance, no grace, just ritualized agony. A political marriage, undone in knots of blood and regret.
They have history. The kind carved in flesh.
So, to answer:
Yes, the Scarlet King has a court.
Yes, he has lovers.
Yes, he has family.
But no, he is not close to anyone.
