Troubles of a teenage tyrant

Prologue (The Life of tyranny)

"Well, well well, you interrupted my monologuing; you're not good at this whole hero-villain schtick, are you? Are you new to this?" Jack called out to the lone "hero" in front of him. After waiting for a response whilst dodging his attacks, he realised he was never getting one. "It's rude to ignore me. It makes the whole witty one-liner thing fall flat."

"You treat this as a game? I will crush you!" The farmer boy finally responds, his voice cracking.

"Will you?" Jack asked genuinely. "You still have not hit me yet, and I am not trying?"

The "hero" did not respond yet again.

"Alright, you bore me, just die." Jack pokes the farmer, his life leaving his eyes and his body dropping to the floor. He sighs. "Back to all that king nonsense." As he leaves, the planet gets engulfed in darkness and disappears.

 "Greetings, my lord!" A royal attendant called out.

"Want to be a hero? The last one broke, and I am in need of a replacement." Jack smirked, amused with his antics.

"Um...ahh..n-no, my lord, I am sure a new hero will rise to challenge you." The attendant stuttered.

'But I am bored! Sure, I just ate a planet, but it was not even a good one. Although the fearful expressions were to "die for" kinda resembled yours.' The king breaks out into laughter as his attendant ran for his life. Little did he know it also takes time to find more attendants.

The king travelled further In search of someone strong to fight and in search of power until he returned to a world known as "Earth".

"milord, there may be strong creatures on this planet. Possibly even stronger than yourself." A new attendant said.

"Oh... Interesting. I haven't been here since... that day." The king said.

"What day, my lord?" The servant asked with almost a hint of concern in his voice.

"The day I left, obviously." the king said, laughing.

"Sorry, my lord, I should have known." The attendant responded.

The flying castle landed on the fine soil of the earth; the moment it does, someone crashes through the wall.

"Flying? Check. Looks like an idiot? Check. Bright coloured suit? Check. Inability to knock on doors? Check. Your a hero, aren't you?" Jack Cross said with mild amusement.

"Sitting on a throne? Check. Looks edgy? Check. Black hair with red streaks? Check. Your a villain, aren't you?" The hero responded with sass.

"Ouch, don't stereotype me like that; that hurts more than most punches." He feigns a heart attack. "Well, anyway, I hope you know I don't have insurance on that wall. I fully expect you to pay for it." 

"I expect you to pay for your crimes! Evildoer!" The square-jawed hero boomed.

"Evildoer? You hit people. Is that not evil?" Jack asked, mildly amused.

"No, I hit people for good cause and justice!" 

"Definitely doing justice to their medical bills... What did my wall do that was evil? Was it a sorcery wall? No, it cost me lots of time. It was the source of my entertainment; I can't travel the universe now cause you put a hole in it." Jack sighed, losing interest.

"That was also justice!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"JUSTICE FOR WHAT?! IT WAS A WALL!" He yelled in pure confusion.

"It was preventing justice!" The hero 

Internally screaming, Jack mustered the words, "you could ring the doorbell." as he increasingly losses his patience.