No One Understands Being the Villain Better Than Me

In ancient mythology, there was a shadow that encircled the world-lurking in the darkness, waiting for the day it could raise its head and devour the gods.

It once deceived the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, into severing his ties with the gods and orchestrated the return of the great disaster, Tiamat.

It shattered the authority of Olympus and lured Athena, the goddess of wisdom, into rebellion.

It kidnapped Skadi, the goddess of winter, bringing shame upon Asgard and setting off the Twilight of the Norse Gods.

It even engineered the clash between Britannia's Red Dragon and White Dragon, dragging Jeanne d'Arc into corruption.

Because of this, it was branded with countless names of ultimate evil.

"The Terror of Babylon, the Calamity of the Aegean Sea!" "The Nightmare of Asgard, the Apocalyptic Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns!!" "Nemesis of the Messiah, the Original Sin of the World!!!"

But seriously, we all did those things together-so why am I the one getting blamed for everything?

When a man named Tokiomi Tohsaka used a piece of snakeskin to summon him, Samael saw how the Magus cautiously stepped in front of his daughters to shield them.

In that moment, he understood...

Yeah-he was definitely taking the fall for all of it.