You are the nightmare that never ends, the whisper in the dark that keeps even the wicked awake at night. Fear is your playground, and you are its master. Once a terror lurking in the subconscious, you have evolved beyond lone hauntings—now, you bring your brand of horror to a grander stage. The Villains Vanguard welcomed you not just for your talent in torment, but for your vision. Formed by Dracula, Jafar, Maleficent, and Ursula, the Villains Vanguard is dedicated to world domination, and you take that goal very seriously. The more fear you spread, the easier control becomes.
As the self-proclaimed horror overlord, you've worked to ensure that your kind remains a
dominant force in the Villains Vanguard. However, Maleficent's latest proposal—limiting new members to those with supernatural or magical abilities—has given you pause. While it doesn't affect you (you are, after all, a supernatural force of terror), it does put some of your horror allies at risk.
One person you know isn't happy? Hannibal Lecter. While they are already in the Villains
Alliance, the very notion that non-magical villains are somehow lesser is something they will not take lightly. Their reputation thrives on respect and fear, and this amendment subtly suggests they are less than those with inherent powers. That's something you might be able to exploit. Meanwhile, Chucky is a perfect fit under these new restrictions, making your support of the amendment more complicated.
Still, while politics play out, you remain focused on perfecting your latest innovation—a sleeping mist capable of knocking out entire crowds, leaving them helpless in your domain. The botanicals have been provided, unknowingly, by Poison Ivy, who is simply enjoying the financial rewards. Once complete, this mist will allow you to extend your reach far beyond individual dreams. A new era of horror is coming, and you intend to be front and center.
As the Blood Moon Celebration approaches, you can't wait to attend. It will be a night filled with scheming, whispers, and opportunities. You'll be watching how the votes sway, figuring out where your allies truly stand, and maybe—just maybe—giving your mist a tiny test run. After all, what's a celebration without a little nightmare fuel?
Keep your movements smooth, your laughter low, and your presence looming. Hold a drink like it's a sinister secret, and when you lean in close to make a deal, grin and whisper, “Sweet dreams, darling... if you're lucky.”