I stood tall as she sat on the throne, playing with the kings crown, it dangling from her finger. Fires burned from corridors away, as a dead king and servants lay cold on the ground floor.
"Of course I won, sweetheart. How could I lose being the superior?" She laughed.
"The superior, so that's what you call yourself?"
"Of course. You picked your side. Mine or that b*tch. You betrayed me. And sided with the pathetic heroine."
"Yes. Because we will win in the end."
"Oh, don't count on that sweetie. Villains ALWAYS win."
Her red lipsticked lips spoke out to me. I was paying my full attention to them. Why? I chose my side. Or had I? How could I resist her beautiful eyes and sexy body? I needed it. But how could I fall in love with the villain?
An day away, after our one night stand, I left the heroine to become something more. Something new.
I was a villain. Just like her.
We would take the world.
Lovers.
The superior.
For, the hero's would never win.
Villains ALWAYS win.
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