When they count your crimes, wear each one like a jewel in your crown.
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@villainoussuggestion
When they count your crimes, wear each one like a jewel in your crown.
You don’t kneel. They kneel to you.
Your blood pumps the same as any hero. The difference? Yours will be pumping long after.
You are the black rose. The lightening beyond the mountains. The glint on the blade.
They say stare into the void and the void stares back; be swallowed by darkness and swallow darkness in return.
Who cares if that evil plot is ‘overdone’? You’ll be the one to do it right.
there is always another way; this does not mean that you deserve any other way than the best for you.
You ALWAYS deserve the best, and damn whoever gets in your way.
Gloating over your fallen enemy is a necessary method of keeping up good villainous self esteem.
Move with the shadows; strike when least expected.
To conquer the world, you must pose as if you have already crushed it.
Let them wonder, is that blood or wine in your glass?
A black cape and a goatee never go out of style.
Crush your weakness beneath the black heel of your boot and rise at the stroke of midnight.
A knife in the dark is never too good for your enemy.
Let the darkness pour out of your mouth like breath on a cold morning.
Use the devil as a reference on your resume.
No mere flesh and blood could birth you. The night is your mother, your father, a sword.