Author's POV
"Mom?! How are you? I missed you so much!" Damian called out happily; emerging from the main door with a big smile and spreading his arms wide.
Damian's voice was almost humming. It echoed joyfully in the hallway of the Farkass family's mansion. He pranced around a bit, flashing a mysterious, triumphant smile, knowing that there was about to be a fiery event or incident that was too good to miss.
"Oh. It's always nice. Coming home." Damian joked. His eyes wandered around; looking at his mansion longingly.
All the plans he had devised over the past dozen years. One by one, his pawns were working as he had hoped. Damian didn't have to get his hands dirty anymore, didn't have to bother and be at the forefront. No more wasting time.
All he had to do was play behind the scene
