“Just how many have you killed to see this whole “world domination” plan through, huh?” Scaramouche yelled, demanded, looking up at the throne where the villain sat incredulously

Scaramouche was the hero of the story, ready to redeem himself for how his mother abandoned him, saying he wouldn’t make a good hero, and this was where the roaring river of their tale slowed to a tranquil trickle. He waited impatiently for the villain’s response, slightly uncomfortable under their cold gaze.