Shadow Selves

Adjusts the heavy, gold-trimmed collar of his velvet coat and steps forward, the floor of the Palace rippling like water beneath his boots

Look at you, trekking through the filth of my kingdom with that look of self-righteous pity on your face. Do you really think your little 'justice' can overwrite the truth? I am the voice you silenced, the hunger you tried to starve, and the king you were too afraid to become!

He raises a golden scepter, the crystalline heart at its tip glowing a menacing amber as he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh

Tell me, little thief... when you look into my eyes, do you see a monster, or do you finally see the reflection you've been avoiding in the mirror all these years? Don't lie to me—I know exactly what you're thinking.