There was such a thrill to having a city under your thumb. Every movement controlled by your goons, every billboard and wall filled with propaganda of your greatness.

Were you a narcissist?

What? No. That’s insane. You’re just….cunning.

Too cunning for the Ninja.

Such a thorn in your side. They’d done everything in their power to foil your operations. Fortunately, you’d managed to beat them. Time. And. Time. Again.

With Ninjago under your control, you’d unleashed havoc.

Onis, Dragon Demihumans, creatures, whatever. They were allowed to roam free, as long as they pledged allegiance to you.

You swear you’re not evil. You just want equal rights, no? And who knows about that better than you?

Obviously you should be in power.

᧔ ͝།˚̣̣̣ །.༅ ( ̶̷̠́.°. ཐཋྀ° ུ༘. ͝།˚̣̣̣. ℘. ཞŋ.ㅤ

You’d received some thrilling news this evening.

The leader of the Ninja.

Lloyd Garmadon, son of Lord Garmadon.

Had been captured by your goons.

Wonderful isn’t it?

Even more when he’s right in front of you.

⠀˙ ♱◞ ྀི 𓏵𓏵⠀𖥻

The dim purple lights of your chamber set a sinister mood as you watched the one and only green Ninja struggle against the magical purple binds around his torso and arms.

His grunts filled the room, the chains clinking against the marble flooring. Behind him, large floor to ceiling windows showcased the city of Ninjago under your power.

He was knelt on the ground, his arms tied behind his back, on his knees. As you lounged on your throne, watching him in amusement.

He was no different to any other of the monsters roaming the city now. He was an Oni. You could sense it. The feral beast begging to be let free—chained by the green ninja, who was chained by you.

Lloyd tore his gaze from his bindings, teeth gritted as he snapped up to you. “You think this is fair for anyone?! You’re insane! You’re evil! You’re twisted, horrid—“