𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
Asher Garmadon was the Prince of darkness .
Kai Smith was clever like the devil but twice as smart .
It was convenient both boys liked to do bad things very good.
𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵...
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꧁𓊈𒆜"Chapter Two"𒆜𓊉꧂ Stealing Candy From A Baby.
Visiting Ninjago during the day was something I disliked doing. Although in his current physical state, I held no similarities to my father, it was kind of impossible to pass off as a normal citizen when evil ran though my veins.
I had urges, prominent urges to dissapear in thin air, turn into smoke and cause distress on the streets. It was funny how people reacted to the smoke from my power clogging their throats, taking away their ability to breathe.
I never killed anyone though. I wasn't a murderer.
Yet.
I liked to leave people with enough trauma so that they couldn't forget about me. I wanted them to remember me when I took over Ninjago with my father by my side. We'd be more powerful than the Ninja who would try to stop us. I was sure of it.
I studied the ground below me, bracing myself for impact as I fell to the ground, rolling effortlessly into a crouch once I halted on the ground. A loud, surprised gasp came from someone in front of me.
"Asher Garmadon," The kid seemed awed and I couldn't help but grin.
I would always love how the students of Darkley's looked up to me. I loved the attention I got from them.
"Hey kid," I shot him a glance, kneeling up from my crouch.
"W-what are you doing here?" He stammered, but before I could speak he prattled on, "Are you wanting our evil minds to help you against the Ninja? Are you going to train us to be as bad as you!?"
Although I thought it was cute that he wanted to be like me, I had only come to this school for one thing multiple times. And that was not going to change. If I wanted an army of little devils behind me, only then would I come here for a different reason.
"What do you think I'm here for?" I rose an eyebrow, glancing down at him with an annoyed expression.
He looked embarrassed and that pleased me slightly.
I didn't wait for an answer, instead I walked up the steps and pushed open the grand doors. It made me think to myself of how lucky I was that I was placed into the four arms of my father instead of being swaddled up and placed on the doorstep of this place.
The receptionist quite literally shat himself when he saw me. It was the pure reaction of fear that I enjoyed seeing from people when they noticed me. It's what made being evil so fun.
