Parenthood for villains

Chapter 1: rough start

Death...that's what gave Mephiles the Dark pleasure, hearing the screams seeing the blood pool from his victims. Of course he wasn't always that way, he used to have a happy life with a wife and children who he loved and cared for immensely. But with the death of his family came the birth of his insanity. He killed for the sweet taste of revenge he felt briefly, he had lived that way for so many years though that he had become the evillest villain of bloodlust there ever was.

He was flying through the air above the streets that day searching for a victim when he saw a vixen running down a street and into a dark alley. With an evil smile Mephiles floated into that alley where he hid behind a dumpster to watch his newly selected victim. The young vixen was about thirteen years old and seemed to be looking for a hiding place as if she knew he was there. A grin of malicious satisfaction made his face more terrifying as he moved in to take the life he thought he deserved to take.

But as he got closer he noticed she had curled into an old cardboard box and started to cry as if she was in pain and wanted to hide it. She didn't take notice of him and he wanted to see how it all played out so he hid in the shadows a gift he was born to do. The vixen struggled and whimpered for hours before going silent and Mephiles slowly and silently approached his claws growing longer as his amusement died and the lust for blood took control.

He stood at the opening to the box the vixen hid in but paused when he heard a whimper from a voice smaller and more helpless than his intended victim. He knelt down and peered in finding the vixen was laying there but had a small bundle at her neck. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he reached in and pulled her out revealing to her the monster that had been following her.

"P-please leave...me a-alone." She mumbled weakly as she wrapped her arm around the thing at her neck. "I-I don't h-have anything y-you want."

Mephiles smiled evilly, his fangs dripping with saliva as he took hold of the bundle she cradled and pulled it away from her. The bundle revealed to him was a fox kit that had just been born and was still wet with the amniotic sack still enclosing it. He lifted a claw to the kit's throat as he anticipated the death to come, but the kit took hold of the claw and held it as he squirmed a little a few yelps of distress at his position. His tiny form shook from the cold as his visible ribs convulsed and shuttered with every struggled breath. His tiny eyes sealed shut made his face look too cute for Mephiles who gagged at the sight.

But what confused him was the extra tail the kit possessed, and the fact that it was identical to his other tail that flitted and curled with its twin. "P-please don't hurt him, he's only a baby." The vixen pleaded weakly as she laid where she was, no desire left in her to move. "Pl-please...if you must kill, then kill me. I h-have nothing t-to live for, m-my family desired to d-disown me since I w-went through with t-the pregnancy. So please I beg of you kill me in-instead and let him live raise him yourself if you must but make sure he lives."

Mephiles froze, his hand barely scraping the kit's throat fur, and turned his gaze to the mother. "You would give up your life for this freakish kit? He would not survive longer than a year." He growled before turning his attention back to the baby fox he held by the scruff only to see he had started to suck on the claw it held expecting the nourishing milk of his mother.

"P-please, keep him alive, he's destined for great things, I just kn-know it. Promise me you'll kill me and let him live. Please promise me." The vixen's eyes were full of pain filled tears as she watched helplessly the interaction between the villain and her newborn son.

A wicked grin plastered his face as he set the kit down on the pavement where the tiny thing started to sniff around looking for his mother's warmth and security. "I promise." Mephiles chortled, his claws longer than before flexed as he chuckled. He then reached down and grabbed the vixen by her throat making her cough and convulse with the sudden loss of air. But she didn't fight him as he glided his claws through her velvet soft fur slicing through her skin and spilling her insides upon the pavement. A smile of gratitude appeared on the dying face before she went limp accepting her fate.

Mephiles reveled in his revenge as he laughed maliciously and stared at the blood that stained his hands. He then turned back to the kit who had started to whine and cry its two tails curling around its shivering body. Carefully the villain picked up the fox kit by the scruff and pulled it closer to his face as he mulled over what to do. "I have never gone back on my word little fox, and never will I. There is no satisfaction in such an act, so I will keep this promise and raise you, but you'll learn the world is as cruel to the newborn as it is to the unjust." Mephiles hissed as he rested the tiny body in the crook of his arm where the tiny creature curled up and pressed into his chest fur. "I will have to call you a name of sorts 'til you're grown, so I'll call you Miles after the long journey in life you'll be taking with me."