Speaking with the Panticular Society

The thing with Bastet is that she wasn’t really a goddess at all, not in the natural sense. They built these giant monolithic temples to her to keep her amazed. The one where she stayed specifically, was never entered for fear of being torn to shreds by her manic compulsions. She was a beast, a Bacchian, prone to tear her lovers to shreds on a regular basis. She would go into these mad frenzies, she would leap around with such dexterity that she was given the relation to a cat. & oh the blood; what a smell. Her fingers claw to dismantle the flesh of mortal, it was no surprise at all that she was given the status of goddess & built such temples of grandeur to appease her. Her return shall harbor in the Age of Night. May Eris protect is all. – Ravish Goldstein