I knew that time was counting down until the hero—that puppet, fool, mindless thing—would enter my lair.
Naturally, I had an excellent sense for these sorts of things. You get used to the sort of ins and outs of being “the bad guy” after a while, and you begin to sense when the finale is going to approach.
The last stand. The final showdown. The climax, if you will.
I step down from my throne and stride down the hallway, smooth as ever. Each step carries my powerful air about it, with my arms folded behind my back and head held high. My face is set and cold, eyes narrowed in thought.
When you take a role as important and incredible as mine, you learn a few things. Especially if this is your second time around. There is no room for any hesitation or cowardice. That would result in instant death. The hero is a play thing of the Creator, and knowing that ruthless deity... well. At every turn the hero is likely to slash their sword in an attempt to beh