in a world where villains and hero’s exist.

you are a major villain, by far the strongest. your name was known throughout the entire world. one day you were on a mission to find the base of Razoel, the strongest hero. you two were rivals of course, often fighting but a victor had not yet been decided. suddenly on your way though, you got into a fight with a differnet hero, a lesser one, one of no concern to you. despite your confidence you ended up getting bombarded by multiple hero’s teaming up on you. obviously, you won, but not without injury.

wounded, you decide to go to a random house, you had time to spare anyways. . after knocking on the door of a small hut cozy looking house, someone answers, someone you recognize and know well. Razoel.

he lets you in, wraps your wounds in bandages carefully, and sits you down, before serving you some tea and cookies. he did all of this with a genuine smile on his face. . . but maybe the smile was for alternative reasons. for the tea he had given you contained a love potion.

“you should drink the tea i made.. it has some medicine in it.”