1 Prologue

Viktor Rovanoff is proud to be a villain and to continue his family's legacy of being the most terrifying villains known on Earth for over seven generations. His family's reach extends to almost the whole globe—well except Australia but then again no one in their sane mind will want to deal with spiders the size of your fist on a daily.

Not to mention that he, at age 32, is already quoted as the Greatest Rovanoff to have ever lived! The media calls him the Russian Spider, completely ignoring the fact that he is neither Russian nor a spider.

Okay fine! His ancestry traces back to Russia, to some great grandfather who had loved the tale of Robin Hood and decided to follow his footsteps disregarding the fact that his idol was most probably only a myth and nothing more.

But as far as he is aware, calling him Russian is an extremely poor display of professionalism because he had been born and bred in Britain and so has the four generations before him. Not to mention that there is probably a family of Rovanoff in every single country on Earth at this point and simply limiting all Rovanoff to be Russian is simply foolish.

But anyway, more about Rovanoffs later. Now let us talk about how utterly stupid the hero society is.

They had assumed that his wonderful wife and his genius daughter are victims, abducted and forced to abide him for the fear of their lives. There cannot be a funnier joke that this.

His wife, Morrigan, who was named after the Goddess of War and Revenge, the woman who is more cunning than every Rovanoff to have ever lived combined, being scared for her life? Goodness, it is him who has to walk on eggshells because while he loves his wife, there is nothing more terrifying than having to come home from poisoning a corrupt politician and having her stare at him with folded arms and a blank face because he forgot to turn on the washing machine before he left.

Then there is his daughter Vestia, who he had named after the Goddess of Domestic Life in hopes that she can live a fun and easy-going life, who had instead turned out to instead be even more terrifying that her mother. The girl is barely seven and she took one look at the vial of poison that took him blood, sweat and tears and hours and hours of research, and instantly rolled her eyes and said,

"Papa that poison is absolutely useless! How did you earn the title of the Greatest Rovanoff with such weak methods?"

Having his baby daughter call his invention an utter failure hurts more than he would like to admit; but at the end, his daughter had taken three hours and made him a more potent poison that had which had killed over 30 people with only one tiny drop. Truly, his honour means nothing in the face of his in the face of his pride at his daughter.

Now that same daughter and wife are taken from him by these stupid superheroes!

To be very honest, Viktor is not too worried about his family because both his wife and daughter are capable of handling themselves. It is him he is worried about because how is he supposed to flawlessly commit crimes without the cunning advice of his wife and the genius inventions of his daughter? Do the hero society really want to drag the Rovanoff name through mud?

Not to mention that both his wife and his daughter have always hidden their bloodthirst and knack for violence simply by working as his support system. Viktor knows, more than anyone, what his wife is capable of when she does not have unwashed clothes or dinner to worry about.

She had been a hero candidate once—had almost become one if it was not for The Incident in 2087. It might be so that she prefers to stay at home now, to sort out the piles and piles of paperwork sent weekly by the Villain Association, but Viktor knows the chaos and destruction his wife was capable of bringing if she so simply wished.

And shutting her off in a place brimming with "heroes" very much unleashed the bloodthirst that he had managed to stifle for so long. If somehow the heroes manage to discover her past, even him, with his spider webs around the entire world would be rendered helpless in the face of her fury.

His daughter will follow her mother's every step and if her mother finally cracks, she will delightfully add fuel to the fire, and the hell that will be raised as a result will be the least of anyone's worries.

He might be the Greatest Rovanoff to have ever lived, but if his wife and daughter decides to light the world on fire for their entertainment, all will be able to do then is hold the gasoline and follow behind them.

While he is truly terrified of his wife's capabilities, he is also terrified of what he will become the longer he is separate from his wife. He truly does not want to return to become the heartless monster he had been before Morrigan had hurled into his life. Like he had restrained his wife from causing chaos, Morrigan had also cracked the ice around his heart and stifled the monster in him.

Ugh. Why are heroes so stupid? They have a problem with him, they should have kidnapped him! Did they think stealing his wife and daughter will make him give himself up?

Hah, as if! If anything, the heroes just dug their own graves.

And gave him an increasing blood pressure.

But what importance does his health have when terrified members of the Villain's Association who had the pleasure of working with his wife and thus meeting the demoness that hides under skin, are at his doorstep, begging him to act before something catastrophic happens?

Seriously, these so-called heroes who were supposed to care for the wellbeing of people, are out here, calling death upon themselves and leaving him, the Pariah to nullify the ticking bomb.

He should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize simply for not leaving his wife to have her fun and actually doing the very thing these heroes are trained to—you know, like saving the world.

Ignoring the terrible headache, Viktor sat himself on his desk, and started to brainstorm ways which can protect and ensure world peace in the near future.