Malicious was worst than any villain that has ever been known. He was unknown to the real world unless you counted death for he is, Black Death. His victim's were the sinful dead, and was highly known to torture them in his large volcanic lair. The only ones who actually knew him were dead souls and his equal, White Death. Malicious hated White Death, or Angel, because he hated to share and hated the good. His heart was bent on ridding her and seizing all the delicious souls to collect for himself. What Malicious wanted was power, not balance. If Angel, White Death, were to be erased then he could be a god, not just some boring reaper. He wanted attention, minions, to be feared. He wanted to have fun and do what he wanted. Malicious bowed to no man or reaper other than himself. He had long greasy black hair and beady black eyes. His ivory colored skin stood out under his dark robe and his black fingernails were long and sharp.
"I will have my way" his voice was raspy as he stared amusingly at the screaming souls in his torture chamber. The lava devoured the souls one by one, for all eternity the souls screamed in hell, with only a small hope of rebirth.
"Oh stop your whining and be honored that you are here," Malicious shouted at them over their screams, "I will soon be the king of this world."
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