Nero

He is not only an emperor, but also a god!

After the last of the golden humanity died out, the gods on Mount Olympus no longer walked among mortals.

Whether it was weariness, hatred, or contempt, no one knew.

Yet their oracles still echoed through every solemn and sacred temple, in the color and shape of smoke, in the breast of a bird torn open, in the charred bones left after cattle and sheep were burned...

Their descendants remained on this land, some wearing purple robes and sitting high on thrones, some dressed in white and speaking eloquently in the Senate and the forum, and others devoutly serving their ancestors in temples. More of them lurked in swamps, in mountain forests, and among the waves.

They stood and walked side by side, whether or not they had human faces.

Ancient Rome, mythological setting, high magic, tyrant!