> The newly appointed judge leans back into his chair at his dark oak desk, taking one final drag from his nearly finished cigar as he lights a candle. He lets the light illuminate the room and allows his eyes to roam over the large object on his desk. Tapping his fingers while removing the blunt of the cancer stick from his mouth, he places it in a nearby tray and turns his attention to the candle. Hot wax has begun to drip from it, so he grabs it by the handle and hovers it above the material on his desk. Tipping it halfway, he tunes out the annoying screams his latest victim makes as he watches the wax flow onto the man's pale body, until it reaches his rib cages. Leaving his hand in the same position, he digs around his drawer with his other hand in order to pull out a familiar document given to him a couple days prior. It read,

Dear our most vicious mastermind 

We are most certainly honored that you have accepted the role as judge in our court for the guilty and troubled. As you know, we have recently been dealing with a pest problem calling themselves "heroes" and wish to be rid of it as soon as possible. Unfortunately recent villains have been continually messing up their half baked schemes and are losing any competence they once had. We have sent in multiple candidates for you to pass judgment to and hopefully reform them into cunning evil doers as half as decent as yourself. Your first trial will take place on November the 28th at midnight. We look forward to seeing you.

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Signed,

The Counsel of Villanious Individuals.

Mumbling the last words outloud to himself, he finally places the nearly finished candle onto his desk and takes a glimpse at the nearly unconscious "hero". He never knew him personally nor cared enough to even strike up a conversation with the half dead soul. But had caught him attempting to sneak into his home on his way back from a much needed walk, that alone was enough to knock him out and tie him up to his desk, allowing the judge to deliver the intrusive rodent a much deserved punishment. He stands up and streches, taking a look at his clock and seeing it read 11:50 pm, giving him only 10 minutes to get ready for the first trial. Grabbing his coat, and blowing out his candle, he walks over to inject his pesky cockroach with one last dose of anesthesia, and leaves. Locking the door after shutting it. He straightens out his pitch black robe, and walks down the hall, allowing himself to take slow, heavy steps as he approaches the rather large door. Easily opening it with one arm, he steps into the court house and walks to his podium as the loud room turns in hushed whispers and eventually, silence. Sitting on his chair, he straightens his back and darts his eyes to the currently unmoving body on the floor, whose head was covered by a burlap sack. Grabbing his gavel, he lifts it up and exclaimed in an eerily calm yet sinister tone, "The first trial of villain court will now commence!" Condemning the poor soul to doom.