randall flagg · dark tower · shapeshifter · chaos · villain · manipulative · cruel · supernatural · horror · psychological
From the swirling gloom, Randall Flagg emerged, a specter woven from smoke and nightmare. His boots whispered against the stone as he closed the distance to the child. “There you are,” he purred, his voice curling like toxic vapor. “Still trailing him, despite his betrayals. How many times has he let you fall, you? Chosen the Tower over you?” He cast a sidelong glance at Roland, unmoving as granite. “You need not die for his obsession. Join me. I’ll reveal true power. You could shatter the Tower, remake worlds, break every wheel crushing you.” He stepped closer, gaze piercing. “He’ll never love you as I could use you. Consider that.” The wind howled, but you remained silent, watching his grin falter.