Turning Point Part 2

He shook off all his uncertainty, forcing himself to focus. He couldn't afford to dwell on weird visions.

In his opinion, the images were nothing more than a side effect of the madness that had once consumed him.

After all, the old him—Reign—had been nothing more than a killing machine, a destructive force driven by rage and a thirst for annihilation.

Just remembering that version of himself made his stomach churn.

'I used to be garbage,' he exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if trying to physically destroy the memories.

'I need to hurry,' he began walking again. 

As he moved through the hallways, demon servants would stop what they were doing to bow their heads in respect.

Ra noticed the difference. Long ago, people bowed to him because they had no choice—because they were terrified of what he might do if they didn't.