'I send the pestilence, and plague. Into your house, into your bed.Into your streams, into your streets. Into your drink, into your bread'
Not every villian is broken. yes they are made but what if they're created purely to bring chaos and ruin in their wake?
'Upon your cattle, on your sheep. Upon your oxen in your field. Into your dreams, into your sleep. Until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm, I send the horde'
a being created by ancient wizards to rain chaos on their targets and foes before being sealed away for eternity...what is a being with no soul to do when he is summoned to a new place of magic. No masters to guide him, no life of his own to live, and surrounded by chaos he cannot control?
"You do know how to eat a burger, right?"
Summer rolled her eyes, looking up at him with feigned exasperation. "Of course I do," she retorted, then lowered her voice as she leaned in, her expression shifting to one of genuine concern. "Do you think they have a fork and knife? So I can, you know... cut it?"
Robby Keene x fem!oc
cobra kai season 3-6