It's an interesting process the writer goes through when she is trying to create her villain, her antithesis, her baddie.
Should the baddie be completely bad, irrevocably so? Is the baddie so far gone off the dark end that sending a pet snake to do his nefarious deeds is only to be expected and tearing his soul apart into seven parts just so he can feel a little safer in his own skin is the icing on a marked down Christmas cake?
Is the baddie remorseful? Does his metaphorical heart grow thrice its size in response to the faint carols of the Who village? Were the real reasons for his night villainy, perhaps, loneliness and self-loathing rather than a true rejection of classic holiday binging?
Or is she a tortured baddie, the haunted rather than the haunter? Does she set out to destroy the one person she loves above all the rest and in doing so, destroys herself instead?
I love other people's baddies, I do. They are so deliciously twisted and messy; I can only hope my very own baddie lives up to her villainous creed and persecutes the goodies vigorously.
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