Tyrannus

Bhallaladeva had wanted to believe that there had been no choice for him. Next to such goodness, what path had been open to him but evil?Now there was no brother against whose standards he might justly fail. Alone, Bhallaladeva could only judge his actions for what they were. He saw himself clearly. And, in the end, Bhallaladeva saw nothing he did not already know.A slightly canon-divergent exploration of Bhallaladeva’s psyche. No redemption, no sympathy for the devil, just an exploration of the motivations and interior world of a man consumed with envy, hatred, and obsession. Warnings for one-sided incestuous longing between cousins raised as brothers and for violence.