#villian meme

(ha, like he hasn’t already been down that path.... in fact, why don’t we go back in time instead of seeing a future of evil?)

“” The cry came from a small mouse faunus running through the crowd of others. Everyone gathered in the factory stopped to watch the young one sprint over to the reindeer faunus. He was standing as usual, legs apart powerfully, hands stiffly clasped behind his back and chin lifted high, allowing his burning gold eyes to sweep over the area. The boy, still only a lad of fifteen, raised an eyebrow at the little one.

“” The little one seemed out of breath and panicked. Rudolph narrowed his eyes at her and looked past her, trying to spot someone he was expecting. “”

“” the girl gulped and shook. Rudolph’s eyes softened as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“”

“”

Color: Probably an icy cold blue.

Villain Song: Here!

Strength: With not too much physical power of her own, she’s probably expanded on her minor knowledge of robotics to have an army of cool Sentry Robot-looking minions.

Weakness: Genuine signs of affection. This would be a very guarded secret, of course, and her ultimate downfall.

Hates: Being kicked down or unnoticed because of her regular life cover up identity.

Fights against: Lashes out against the rude.

Actually evil or misunderstood?: misunderstood.

Cover up identity: The sweet, innocent maid.

Sanya slowly walked up to the woman as she limped away. One set of eyes was down on the ground, and the other pair, the inhuman pair on his forehead was watching her face. 

"Your husband is dead. You eldest daughter is dead. Your eldest son is dead." Magog's voice fell out of Sanya's mouth as he walked toward her. 

"Your other children will grow up without a mother or a father. Dresden's whelp is ours now. You're the only loose end." Sanya's human eyes, big and brown locked with Charity's blue ones. 

Sanya's head was thrown back at an inhuman angle as he started to shift, bones moving and muscle growing. 

Sanya tightened the manacle around Lake's wrist and sat back on his chair. He hadn't been small to begin with, but ever since re-taking Magog's coin, he's done nothing but build up bulk. 

"I am sorry about this Lake." He said. The monster in his head made his voice clear, without any trace of an accent. As far as strangers were concerned, he was just another man on the street. 

"It's the only way to keep you safe." he said. 

Why you are even bothering with this? You want her. Take her. Magog's voice growled low in his ear. His head twitched and he rubbed his ear. 

I will not take her by force. My time with the Knight taught me many things, one of which is a tick so you won't control me like last time. Sanya stood up and walked to the other side of Lake. 

"You look beautiful like this, you know." He reached out a hand and brushed some white hair from her face. 

Joseph waited in the shadow of the building, and watched as Ashley walked home from the party. He was dressed in normal clothes; dark skinny jeans and a blue button down, a blazer and boots. He waited for her to pass him, and motioned to the person on the other side of the street as he walked behind her. 

His sister was dressed well to, in pants for once. He walked up to Ashley and grabbed her face as Lottie grabbed her arms and legs to keep her from using her magic. Together they dragged the smaller woman into the shadows of the nights and into the Nevernever. Joseph pushed her to the ground the farie realm and held his sword to her throat. 

"I'm goin' ta give you one chance." Lottie said from behind him, coming into view. 

She smiled at the blind man in front of her at the dinner table, and locked eyes with her brother. He passed her a special plate, just for Jake. 

"Here ya' go. Yer so bloody skinny laddie." She piled the potatoes on his plate. They glimmered with a gift from the Faye, a knock out dust. Similar to the one Shakespeare wrote about. She watched him eat some of the potatoes and then saw his hand begin to shake. She stood up and pulled the manacles from under her chair and clapped them on his wrists, then pushed his weakened and helpless form from the chair. 

"I haven't shown ye every part o' the castle." She said as her siblings continued to eat slowly. 

"We have a dungeon ye know." She grabbed his blonde hair and forced his head up. "Nasty things have been done there o'er the years." She pulled him to his feet and he fell again, Joseph catching him before he hit the floor. 

"Now, I'm goin' ta do some nasty things. We are." She took Jake's arm, the wizard weak from the lack of magic and the poison coursing in his veins. 

((one  villain Bertram coming up shades mcgrey face))

In the darkness there was a smile. Not a pleasant smile of good wholesome things, no this was the smile of something dark and more wretched than the things you find under rocks in a creek. The ghouls head whipped around fearfully, looking for any way out. As it did so the figure rushed out of the shadows, a shadowed fiend of a man. He ripped the beast apart leaving knowing but piles of meat, broke bones, and dark blood.

This was his kingdom. A place of safety, nothing monstrous save it’s king dared to enter, A place of warmth, for those who deserved it, but to those deemed guilty, to the dammed among those living, it judgement was harsh and cruel.

It hadn’t started out like this. Bertram hadn’t started out like this. All he wanted was to protect as many people as he could from beings of the night. For her, the one who had been taken from him. So he trained, leading those who would become his border guards and enforcers of the law. For the power to protect those defenseless he made deals; stealing, killing, consuming the hearts of warlocks for their power. He needed to protect them. The people had become use to the peace, unaware of all he did to protect them. Calling him a tyrant, a demon, a monster, and by few the devil or some dark god. He accepted it letting them say what they wished but crushing rebellions to lift him from power. He was their protector, a knight against the dark beings that would harm his people.

He reflected often on his actions, a keen madness to his eyes. Was there another way? If there was he hadn’t ever seen one. with his strength, and the power of his troops use to fighting things much more than human foes, armies of nearby nations had been force to submit, their kings and leaders forced to submit to his rule and guidance.

He was the Emperor, Immortal, Eternal. May he reign forever.