Everything Has A Price [Villain Song]

My RP Discord Server:   / discord   My Friends RP Discord Server:   / discord   Dark Matter Merch: https://dark-matter-shop.fourthwall.com There is a place where deals aren’t made with handshakes or gold, but with whispers, intentions, and the softest surrender of self. Here, the cost of desire doesn’t ring at the register—it echoes down through the years, in absences and echoes, in names forgotten and laughter that feels just a bit too hollow. The merchant offers nothing untrue, but everything he touches turns—the same way promises grow fangs in the dark. What begins as longing slowly curdles into debt. Power granted is never free—it siphons, it tethers, and it remembers. And for those who take without asking the full cost, the payment always arrives. It doesn’t knock. It seeps. Sometimes it arrives in silence. Sometimes in applause. And when it comes, it collects more than was bargained for—something deeper than memory, more final than blood. The world built around this tale is gilded and corrupt—velvet on the outside, hollow beneath. It’s a waltz of vanity and silence, of applause echoing from masked faces. There are mirrors that never reflect you truly, and contracts that write themselves while you sleep. What tempts the eye here is not the thing that fills the soul—but a shimmering lie shaped to fit it perfectly. This is not a place for villains or heroes, only transactions. And those who walk away believing they’ve won always forget the one rule etched beneath the stage: everything taken leaves a space. And something always slithers in to fill it.