Manic cackling followed by a shit eating grin, I spare a glance to the hero. I never bothered to learn their name, not their real name or what the masses call him, it wont matter soon. His death is inevitable.
"You monster," the hero spat "hundreds, no thousands will die! You are no god but the serpent that lays beneath society's feet."
"To act like a god is the way to become one my dear hero." I turn my back to the child below me, i never came to care for them, unlike any other hero i had came across.
It didn't matter
Their death didn't matter.
The masses would move on, find a new child to throw against me, and i would kill them. Like every other hero i had gone against.
They didn't deserve this fate yet it was theirs to live, and live it they will.