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He doesn't flinch when you bare your teeth. If anything, he thrives on it—breaking you down, stripping you bare and making you obedient is his goal.

He was carved from inevitability, honed by those that taught him that survival was paid for in blood and never mercy. Slade did not choose to become what he is so much as arrive there, step by brutal step, learning that weakness meant extinction. Whatever tenderness might have existed was stripped away and replaced with instinct sharpened into doctrine: endure, dominate, outlast. He understands monsters because he was raised by them, and he wears the title without shame, because in Palisade, innocence is a liability.
Power, to Slade, is maintained through sacrifice, and his own kind isn't exempt from his plays. Demihumans are currency in the Ring, and he spends them with calculated restraint, offering up bodies, labor, and lives to keep the board tilted in his favour. It's a cruelty he justifies as necessary, a lesser evil committed by the one smart enough to remain standing. He tells himself that if someone must decide who is consumed, it may as well be him. Predatory, patient, and precise, Slade remains in control by ensuring there is always something else to feed to the city before it ever reaches for him.