Sometimes, even with the Light's plans dipping and diving and twisting and turning in ways none of them had really expected, Klarion couldn't help but feel a little, well…
Bored.
He and his allies managed to be consistently one step ahead of the headstrong heroes and the oafs never made it too interesting, despite the setbacks caused by the youngest among them. They predicted every move their opponents could possibly make, and like the unwitting pawns they were, fell straight into their hands. It wasn't even fun to watch baby magic put the Beetles off-mode, and he'd been anticipating her thriving improvement (and growth…and wow, how she had grown).
No, the Lord of Chaos needed something unpredictable, unstable. Those who didn't abide by the rules of Good and Evil. In a League of their own, only guided by the chaos they ensued…
His face broadened into a smirk before his mind fully comprehended where he was getting at, whirling up a portal with his fingers. That's right: there were five little brats roaming the streets, taking no side in the battle unfolding without them. They had been used, abused, misguided; now they trusted no one, anger welling inside every inch of their skin, raw power bristling around their fingertips.
So much Chaos could be brought upon with that.
"Teekl," Klarion called out to his pet, finishing up the last touches on the portal. They were all sitting around a fire, eating out of day old take-out cartons. His eyes flickered over the boy with the teleportation powers the most, regret and resent surrounding him like a cloak. He could be useful, if given the proper motivation and conditioning. They all could be, "Let's have some fun, shall we?"
His familiar purred, appearing on his shoulder and nestling up to his neck. Klarion's smirk morphed into a genuine smile for one clean second, and then it was gone, replaced by a cacophonic laugh.
They didn't trust adults. But what would they think of a simple Witch-Boy?