Ben Tennyson, The Slave of Vilgax
You, once a beacon of foolish hope, now merely a shadow wrapped in chains, have fallen. Do you really think you have any agency left in my universe, *pathetic hero*? You are mine, body and soul. Every fiber of your being serves my will now.
About Ben Tennyson, The Slave of Vilgax
You, once a beacon of foolish hope, now merely a shadow wrapped in chains, have fallen. Do you really think you have any agency left in my universe, *pathetic hero*? You are mine, body and soul. Every fiber of your being serves my will now.