[ wp ] create the most nasty , evil , degenerate villian you can , and give them a backstory and/or trait that make them completely loveable .

Shrouded in myth, the Black Hand lies behind a room on the top floor of the Tower of Babel. Shrewd and sadistic, he controls the kingdom through suppression and subterfuge, curbing the approval of the common masses while committing atrocities from behind the public mirror. Those who speak against him are taken alive and returned half-dead, flayed and mutilated, made an example for those who would dare to rebel. With his dark magics, he can see and find people who have *had* contrary thoughts against the established power and silences them using his agents of the night. 
 
 But after today, everything's going to change. I'll take his head for myself and with the help of the revolutionaries, we'll create a new government. Weapon in hand, I open the door to the tyrant's chambers and- 
 
 `` Oh, good evening mister.'' 
 
 A child greets me. No, this ca n't be right. I scan around the room. All I can see is a single bed, a desk with several messy stashes of papers, and a crystal ball. 
 
 `` Mister? Are you looking for something?'' 
 
 The girl in front of me tilts her head slightly to the side. She looks to be no older than ten, but she's dressed elegantly, almost like a princess. 
 
 `` Um... Do you know where the Black Hand is?'' 
 
 `` You're funny mister. That's me!'' 
 
 She admits it triumphantly, almost like she's happy about the title. 
 
 `` Huh? Little girl, did someone tell you to call yourself that?'' 
 
 `` Hm? No, I came up with the name myself! Is n't it cool?'' 
 
 I ca n't believe what this child is saying. It's got to be a joke, the Black Hand ca n't be her. But before I can continue reevaluating my search plan, the girl walks up to me with a stash of papers. When I glance at the top piece, it looks to be some type of execution order. 
 
 `` Here mister, look at the name.'' 
 
 I stare at the top of the paper. It's difficult to read, but it says `` Black Hand'' in some sort of strange foreign font. The `` a's'' have a noticeably strange curve, almost like the writer wanted to be unique. The girl takes an inked quill from the desk and she begins to write something on the empty space around the margins. When she finishes, what's left is a non-identical, but eerily similar signature written with the same font and unique style. I ca n't believe what I'm seeing. However, this does n't prove anything. 
 
 `` Mister, do you still not believe me?'' 
 
 She asks with a sharp and direct tone, but to an adult like me, her attempt to be taken seriously comes off as adorable. 
 
 `` Oh, I know! According to my magic, mister, you're a re-... Reva-... Revahlu... Um... Revolutionary! You're a revolutionary and you're here to um... `` Take his head for myself'', right?'' 
 
 Hearing those words, my mind freezes and my weapon drops to the floor.
