"I do not want him! I beseech thee to return him to where he came from!"

You've constantly begging your father with tears, desperate to survive this awful role of a minor villain. You've been obedient, but your father still adamant to keep the future villain around so obliviously. The warning you gave went from one ear to another, until regret came bite at your father back in the form of his damnation.

"Do you like the present I give you, Young Master?"

Such a sweet but poisonous voice snaps you out of your trance as you stared at scene of most horrifying massacre. Your father and the servants of your home, your manor, died by the hands of this ruthless villain you once kept as a slave.

"Why bargain to throw me out of your life, I wonder, Young Master?"