#beefcakequnari

                ❛ Regret stems from a need to be forgiven. Forgiveness of another or from one’s own disappointments. Iron Bull. Do I give the impression of one whom desires forgiveness?  I am...divine-- A devil. Unequal and unyielding to any force in the realms. ❜ All of his actions, his impure hunger and even darker whims originate from a selfish desire to thrive in existence. He is nothing short of being driven to act of his own will no matter the consequences that follow. A disposition that comes with being born of the vile world and named for it, as well as regal status over an entire dominion. There is no regret in living a life, living by one’s own hands as he has lived his life. 

 He could not be warded from seeing this need for repentance in the eyes of his victims, either. That is why he catered to their regrets. For personal gain or entertainment in the misery, of all mortal influences, it is by far the easiest to desecrate. No one is ever strong enough, brave enough, wise enough. The Demon King could never be so fragile. Though he has recognized his fall, the mistake is the Black Devil’s and the cockroaches he spawned to follow him to death. How could a demon king’s might properly be tested without power unhinged enough to challenge it? It had to be of his former Right Hand. No hunter has ever regretted a prey that did not satisfy.  ❛ I am not so far from my former supremacy, as well. My power will rise again. ❜   

absolutely both

overlapping

Have you surrendered, perhaps, dear lord? But what of kin? Of hope?

He awoke. The bite of tattered rope bore into Aragorn’s wrists, and a most terrible ache hastily greeted him from slumber. Slowly, his fogginess faded, and beneath the golden wash of an April sunrise, the warrior saw the Qun. Alas. He had been bound and captured – but alone, he knew. So, his brothers had escaped.

His heart lightened. “They have long since fled, Master Bull,” he declared, feeling at once that lone and drilling gaze. He’d not turn to regard him. He remained tied still like a foal to a post. “They will not be found if they would wish it so. You chase shadows. They leave no tells.”