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Shadows of Fate by SquiddyTreat

Winter made itself known as the robed figure strode down the frosted alley, gusts of wind throwing snow about like white confetti. A sinister purpose drove the figure, claws jutting from his knuckl.

I must not fear.  Fear is the mind-killer.  Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration (...)                              Frank Herbert                             The litany against fear by Bene Gesserit (Dune 1965)

He has mastered fear. Not death, not pain, not even losing his power. He is void of fear. And now he uses fear to conquer his enemies.