Ra's breath came in ragged gasps. His body trembled as his vision blurred, the world around him fading into a haze.
However, he could still hear his evil version talking.
That mocking, condescending voice.
"You're fucking weak."
Forcing himself to speak, he choked out, "W… Why are you doing this?"
A low chuckle escaped Reign's throat. "Because I love it. What else am I supposed to do with all this power? Play hero? Save people?"
Ra clenched his fists. Reign possessed the power to save lives, and he chose to be a monster.
It was unfair—unforgivable—how he wasted his strength on destruction.
"What happens after you destroy everything? Will you just live in isolation your whole life? That's a really lonely path," Ra spat, a hint of defiance filled his words.
"I don't really care. Right now, I just enjoy breaking people. And after I'm done with you, I'll wipe out everyone you love. As for that angel… I'll make sure she gets special treatment."
Something inside Ra cracked.
