Interview with the Villain

"Why?" It's a simple question. A loaded bullet, still, he doesn't retract the question. He sits patiently, coffee cup and notepad prepared on the table between us.

The words force their way out between my dry lips, "A hero knows their allies and foes, but a villain doesn't have that luxury. Any mistakes are costly, and every one holds a blade." My crimson eyes pierce his brown ones. "Villain. Hero. Those roles are for the bold and the disobedient." I scoff, "As if one would willingly choose to suffer. A villain wouldn't choose to be a villain."

My eyes soften while remembering her gorgeous halo, "Just as the hero wouldn't want to die despite risking her life..."

My nails claw into the table and my voice dips, "Anyone would change when society and God forsake you...I fell so they could make her rise. My mOnStRoSiTy, my MaLiCe is that result."