Shackles was in his castle, he was pacing around the main room, back and forth. He seemed to be in deep thought, twirling a knife in one hand, and his free hand was on his chin as he thought. His tendrils swayed behind him, showing a bit under the hem of his cloak. He was known as the most heartless being in the multiverse, even more so than his brother who he had banished from the kingdom. He was sadistic and didn’t care about others. Unless..? Do anything.