Sander sides one shots

Deceit and Remus + Damien - A Lesson in Evil.

Warning: Swearing and comments about death and suicide.

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"Eighth rule of villainy; Never do any of the dirty work yourself, always get your minions to do it for you." Deceit explained, pointing with a pointer to a triangle which showed the hierarchy of villains. On the couch across from them was a boy named Damien. Deceit and Remus had carefully chosen him to take under their wings and by that, I mean they picked him because he was a little shit.

"Ninth rule of villainy; Fuck with the good gays minds, it's fucking hilarious." Remus spoke from his place beside Damien. Deceit cleared his throat loudly, bringing the attention back to him. "And finally, the tenth rule of villainy; No toast on Fridays, it's bad luck. Any questions?" Damien scruched up his nose at the utter nonsense that left Deceit's mouth.

Upon the opening of questions, Damien lazily raised his hand, saying he looked a little bored was a serve understatement. "Yes, Damien?" His skin was rather dark peach colour, framing his sky blue eyes. Chest nut coloured hair fell over his face. He wore a loose white shirt and black baggy pants. He was about the height of them and relatively skinny.

Damien lowered his hand, a question escaping his lips that both Remus and Deceit were unprepared for. "How many of your plans have actually worked?" He asked, a smirk slowly working it's way into his features as Deceit and Remus took a minute to respond. Ha, got em. "Um... zero." Remus mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He never thought about it too hard but they kinda suck.

"Don't you think I should be teaching this class since my plans actually work." He spoke as if it were demand instead of question. Everytime words left his mouth, they were bitter and had a sharpness to it. Remus gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. Deceit rolled his eyes, leaning over. "Oh, so what have you done?" He cooed in a way you would with a child.

Damien rolled his eyes at their horrible attempt to discredit. Many things came to mind when the question was spoken. "Well, I've caused a guy to commit suicide, got a girl murdered on her first date and, oh yeah! Trapped a girl in hell!" Damien shouted, louder then he most likely. Deceit and Remus blinked in surprise, giving eachother a shellshocked look.

This random ass kid actually was a huge asshole. A twisted grin made it's way onto Remus's face. He turned to Deceit, giving his best puppy dog eyes to the snake face. "Can we keep him?" Remus practically begged, not wanting to part ways with the tiny psychopath just yet. Deceit smirked to himself, already knowing his answer. Hell yeah, this kid could actually be super useful.

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462 words.

These are slowly becoming drabbles lmao.