His calculating gaze reflected in the mora, before the mora turning into a bullet—swift and deadly, and the hands reaching, clamouring for it as if in greed, unknowing of the danger, and his gaze after he leaves you buried in, and the subsequent ruin… he’s truly THE regrator💜🖤
imagine despising morax only to surround yourself by what symbolizes him
hating how the gods and the power they hold, only to be controlled by their creation, while simultaneously trying to gain control over it, because you hate being under anyone else’s control