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Agatha Heart was cutting onions while making dinner for her wife and son. As she slid the onions into the boiling pot, she looked out the window and saw her son, Kieran. He had placed all his toys around him, while he was dressed as some strange dark wizard, he held up a rake, pretending it was a staff.
“Submit, foolish mortals!” The five-year-old Kieran demanded. “For I am the most vile villain who has ever crossed the face of Remnant!”
Agatha smiled at her son’s imagination. She was glad he could be a kid despite the dangers that lurk in Remnant.
“Hey Agatha, have you seen Kieran?” Patricia, Agatha’s wife and Kieran’s birth mother, walked into the kitchen.
“He went outside, he’s playing with his toys.” Agatha pointed to Kieran.
Patricia looked to see her son playing and smiled. She hugged Agatha from behind, proud to have such a happy little boy.
Little did they know, Kieran wasn’t playing. As he stood around his toys, declaring absolute power over them, something came over the young boy. A sense of control he liked the feeling of, and one he wanted to feel again, only this time, over others. Real others.
Agatha and Patricia knew something like this would happen. Teenagers rebel, get in trouble, and get arrested. As they pulled into the Mistral police station, they planned on giving Kieran a simple lecture and grounding him for a few weeks. They had done many crazy things when they were younger.
“Ladies.” A young officer by the name of Kraken greeted the two.
“What did he do?” Agatha asked, resigned.
“You…might want to sit down for this,” Kraken said.
Agatha’s resignation changed to shock, and she shared a worried glance with Patricia. Surely their son just tagged some wall or shoplifted, nothing too serious, but if the officer was telling them to sit.
Kraken led the mothers into the police station and sat them down in the waiting room.
“Okay…so…where to start…” Kraken took off his police cap and began scratching his head. “Um…so…you’re son attacked a bunch of people.”
“What?!” Both Agatha and Patricia screeched.
“Better way to word that…” Kraken rubbed his temple as his fellow officers gave him dirty looks for worrying the two mothers. “He…more like tried to?”
“What. Do. You. Mean?!” Agatha demanded.
“Okay, let me just explain the situation and let you draw your own conclusions,” Kraken said. “Your son arrived at Mistral city plaza at 5:00 PM, about half an hour after regular, non-huntsman academies let their students loose for the day, Apparently he had paid $200 for an advanced portable radio, and with it, began blasting songs from Disney villains and harassing people. We got called in five minutes later, we arrived at the scene, he declared himself the ultimate evil, and then proceeded to try to do a, and I quote, ‘sick-ass crazy staff move’, clonked himself on the head with a rake, and knocked himself out.”
Agatha and Patricia looked at Kraken, mouths agape.
“Yeah…so…we’ll be needing you to pay the multiple harassment charges, the disrupting the peace charge, and, of course, his bail.”
Agatha and Patricia were lucky that the family was fairly well off. They had Kieran in the back of the car with all his charges paid off in no time. Of course, they weren’t at all happy with their son.
“Did we do something wrong?” Patricia asked, genuinely. “Because I can’t for the life of me know what we could’ve done that caused you to be possessed by the urge to do something so humiliating to yourself.”
Kieran remained quiet.
“Answer me, young man.”
Kieran still remained quiet.
“Alright, fine,” Patricia grumbled. “We were only going to ground you for a few weeks, but how does a few months sound? No going out with your friends, no video games, no TV, no anything! For months! Got anything to say to that, Mister?”
“You paid my bail,” Kieran snarked.
Agatha hit the brakes so hard that the tires screeched. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone else on the road.
“Would you have preferred if we left you to rot in there?!” Agatha shot around in rage at Kieran’s disrespect. “Don’t think we don’t know you didn’t steal 200 lien from us over a year to pay for that useless radio!”
“I needed to broadcast my message!” Kieran argued.
“Five minutes!” Agatha shouted. “You stole from your parents to raise Hell for five minutes! Was that worth betraying your mothers?! Was it worth annihilating our trust in you?!”
Kieran was silent for a second, and Agatha and Patricia hoped remorse had finally set in.
“Yeah, I think so.” Kieran kicked back, casually.
Agatha’s anger turned to complete hurt, as did Patricia’s.
“Well, glad you feel that way.” Agatha went back to driving.
Agatha and Patricia didn’t say anything to Kieran for the rest of the drive home, and a few days after that. Kieran didn’t mind, as he knew his mothers would tell tales of how they raised the most evil being in all of Remnant.
Kieran was all grown up, now. 30 years of age, and ready to begin his rampage across Remnant. He had moved out of his parents' home, despite their protests, and bought his own home. Underneath said home was his evil lair, which was actually just the basement.
“Alright, let us begin.” Kieran picked up his newly formed staff. “Now all will tremble before me.”
With his first act of villainy, Kieran would…
“Oh fuck.” Kieran lowered his staff. “I…I don’t know what to do now.”
Kieran scratched his head as he pulled out a map of Mistral. Then he eyes the bank.
“Ah, of course!” Kieran got his spark back. “The most classic crime!”
Kieran arrived at the bank in a few hours, as he had gotten lost even though he had a map (it was upside down). He was completely dressed in his villain outfit, but no one questioned him, as they thought he was just a cosplayer. Kieran decided to be subtle in his threats to the bank teller.
“Hello, sir.” The bank teller greeted.
“Hello, I would like to take out some lien,” Kieran threatened.
“Sure, may I have your credit card?”
“Oh…uh…sure.” Kieran handed the bank teller his credit card.
“How much would you like to take out of your account?”
“Like, you know, a couple hundred.”
“Does 200 work for you?”
Kieran scratched his head. “Sure?”
“Alright, here you go!” The bank teller handed Kieran his credit card and 200 lien.
As Kieran left the bank, he looked at the lien in his hand and felt pride at his villainy. He had done such a good job robbing that bank!