My Name Is Sennacherib...
My reign was not a gentle caress of governance but a cataclysmic storm, striking terror into the feeble hearts of both mortal and divine.
To the Kneeling Worshippers of the Divine,
In the historical annals etched by the delicate hands of your scribes, and in the trembling tales uttered by your prophets, Sennacherib's name casts an ominous shadow, weaving a darkened tapestry through the epochs of 705 BC to 681 BC. My reign was not a gentle caress of governance but a cataclysmic storm, striking terror into the feeble hearts of both mortal and divine.
Enthroned amidst the sprawling empire of Assyria, my days were embellished with the luscious fruits of conquest and my nights serenaded by the weeping of the conquered. My hands, soaked in the blood of the fallen, sculpted an empire through ruthless subjugation and ceaseless warfare, annihilating those who dared defy the might of Assyria.