This is a scene from a story I have yet to think of a title for that I'm writing. This is all I will be posting of said story, because it's actually one of my better ideas that's looking more towards being an actual novel. Anyway, Eris is an unapologetically evil character who just wants a nemesis of her own. Sound interesting? What do you think? (Warning: One extremely mild swear word. These characters are evil and do mean things. That's really it.)

Sirens wailed somewhere else, calling more and more men to their deaths. She smiled at the thought. It was a clever one, poetic, and of course, absolutely true.
Eris flipped on the television and flopped over onto the couch, already itching for the thrill of seeing her handiwork, her artwork on the news. It had been simple enough to stage, but the effects would, no doubt, be pricelessly devastating. She heard the faint click of the door opening, but made no move to look. It didn’t matter who it was. This moment was still hers.
“I’m home,” the newcomer sighed, shifting the grocery bags in his arms, “Thanks for the warm greeting.”
“Shut up, Mort!” Eris groaned, “Can’t you see I’m on?”
Mort walked briskly around the back of the couch to stand by the arm beside her. He looked down at the grin on her face and rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Eris? A big stunt again?”
She shrugged, turning back to the television set, which was still playing a news story about some food that apparently caused cancer. “I never get caught.”
“I know,” Mort called back to her, heading into the large, gray-furnished kitchen behind the living room, “But the dramatics are getting a bit old. Not as much variety, you know? Predictable. Attention-seeking. One would think that you’re doing it all just to be noticed. That’s not your style.”
She frowned. “You shut your mouth. I stage my crimes the way I want. I’m not a child!”
Mort sighed again. “Okay, okay! Whatever you say Eris,” but then he frowned back at her, eyebrows drawn together skeptically. “Wait a minute… This isn’t about the whole nemesis thing, is it?”
She crossed her arms, staring determinedly away from him at the news. “So what if it is?”
He grinned. “I knew it! I knew it was getting to you! I told Nocta just the other night! I told her, Eris is really taking that nemesis stuff Discord said to heart! She was like, ‘Nah,’ but I knew there was something off about you!”
“Shut up,” she muttered, “That has nothing to do with this. Anyway, Discord is an ass.”
“Oh really?” he asked, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Nothing at all, huh? So that’s why you’ve been pushing everyone away for weeks.”
She snorted. “No, I push you all away because you’re idiots and you crimp my style.”
“Uh huh,” he laughed, “Well that’s interesting, Eris, because you’ve been reading a lot of comic books lately, and I-”
Eris leapt to her feet, clicking the TV off as she turned to face him. “You know what? Shut up, Mort! Maybe I just don’t want a nemesis, okay?!”
“Of course you want a nemesis,” he scoffed, “What kind of supervillain would you be without one?”
“Better than one who’s been defeated twenty three times!” she snapped.
He whistled. “Harsh. That was really unfair, Eris. I think you’re just jealous, because you don’t know if you could survive a real challenge or not!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” she screamed at him, drawing her knife from her belt to violently stab the arm of the couch, “Maybe I would take a challenge if they would just come and face me!”
“Temper!” he laughed, “Whoa, you’ve really lost it! Maybe they don’t face you because you fall to pieces without their help!”
“I’m the strongest of all of us!” she yelled, “And you know it!”
“So you just figure you need to go bigger,” he guessed, smirking.
“Well what else am I going to do?!”
“I don’t know,” he said, “But you’d better think of something. You’ll never be a villain if there’s nobody to screw up.”
“You just watch me!” she growled, “I’ll have the most worthy nemesis of all! And you know what else, Mort? I won’t be foiled.”
He just laughed again. “We’ll see... Sorry, I’ve gotta go. The big kids are going to fight some battles now.”
“SEE IF I CARE!” Eris called after him, as he strode back out the door.
But she did.