MY ORIGINAL SUMMARY!
What, I have so far, still working On older Kevin/Bandits stuff. But be warn Evil is my gulity pleasure. And being autsic He/Time bandits is one of narrow focus, so I apologize. So of course He and my shameless self interest are taking main focus right now XD! I have had huge crush on Evil, since I was 10 when I first saw the film, then after that David Warner himself, when I did a back tracked his work)
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IME BANDITS: OLD HABITS DIE HARD!
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ver since the strange and tragic death of his parents, Kevin has been living with his grandparents.
His doctors believe that he created a fantasy world as a way to cope with the shock of their loss, convincing himself that the Bandits and his time-traveling adventures were just an escape from the pain of reality.
Now in his early adulthood, Kevin has come to accept their diagnosis and continues taking medication to manage his trauma. But everything changes when a few unexpected visitors show up while he’s working on group therapy homework,
causing Kevin to question his grip on reality. The Bandits are back, their sights set on getting rich once again.
Old habits die hard, after all. But fate has a way of upending things.
They never expected to find Kevin again, yet somehow, they crash through his roof. Now an adult, Kevin is swept into yet another chaotic adventure.
It turns out there’s another map hidden across time, said to belong to one of history’s greatest philosophers: The Real Map! God, anticipating that the original might fall into the wrong hands—Case in point when the Bandits took The map.
That map they took wasn’t the true MAP OF THE UNIVERSE. It was a lesser copy, still powerful, but not the real thing. The true map holds even greater secrets.
Now, a race begins to uncover the truth.
What they don’t know yet is that they’ll need Kevin and all the help they can gather from across time. Evil has returned, managing to rebuild himself.
Back to his wicked ways, he’s accompanied by his henchmen and a new creation he calls his “daughter,” Amaranth.
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WHO IS AMARANTH?
After Evil was reduced to nothing but coal by the supreme being, we all thought that was the end. He was gone. But Evil is never truly gone. It took time, but he eventually reformed, regained control, and realized he needed a backup plan. So, he literally created Amaranth from his own essence—nothing more than a tool.
“If you want something done right, do it yourself,” right? (little would he know, how much she would complicate his life)
Making her a woman was his way of ensuring she wouldn’t challenge his power. He gave her autonomy, a voice, something he denied from his other creations, creatures/humanoids he would employ into his service. As he wanted her to be an extension of himself—his second hand, ruling in his stead if he ever became incapacitated, again, awaiting his return to reclaim his throne. But, he made a fatal mistake in doing so. As he spent more time with her, he started to develop feelings. A paradox born of his own dark heart, he found himself dubbing Amaranth his “daughter “ But as his affection deepened, the line between creator and progeny blurred.
Why should he, Evil incarnate, care for such mortal conventions? He soon transcended even that twisted paternal guise, claiming his “daughter” as his lover. And Amaranth—his “Opus Maximus”—eagerly reciprocated. His equal in all things.
His Precious Flower. His Paradox.
His Beautiful Irony. (because Evil itself? In love? laughable!) By creating her, he unknowingly created his own weakness—a vulnerability he had never had before. Until her.
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Evil, the dark mastermind, once faced dismantlement but managed to reform himself from the remnants of his shattered power. Driven by a relentless desire to maintain control over his chaotic domain and secure his legacy, he created Amaranth—a being born from his very essence. She was designed as a reflection of Evil himself: a powerful minion crafted to serve his twisted vision and act as a safeguard should he ever become incapacitated again.
From the moment of her creation, Amaranth was granted a measure of autonomy. Evil recognized that attempting to control her completely would stifle her potential and ultimately backfire. Instead, he allowed her to grow and develop her own identity within the parameters of her purpose. While she remained a key instrument in his plans, Evil nurtured and protected her—shielding her from the influence of other minions and permitting her to explore who she was, even if only within the dark boundaries he set. This foundation of independence shaped the unique dynamic between creator and creation, laying the groundwork for something far more complex.
Amaranth’s early years were spent under the watchful care of the spider governesses—sinister yet maternal figures who filled the void of traditional nurture. These spider-women, loyal extensions of Evil’s will, tended to her daily needs and instructed her in the subtle arts of power and manipulation. They were both protectors and enforcers, shaping her understanding of love, loyalty, and ambition with a blend of warmth and ironclad control.
As Amaranth’s early years unfolded, Evil had already given her the title of “daughter”—not merely as a label of ownership, but as an expression of the first stirrings of a strange, reluctant affection. He began to see her through the complicated lens of a father figure, a role he neither wanted nor fully understood. This nascent fatherly love was wrapped in darkness and pride, an uneasy tenderness from one who had never known softness.
Yet despite delegating much of her daily care to his spider governesses, Evil was never entirely absent. In those formative years, he made regular visits—overseeing her education, monitoring her growth, and ensuring she never forgot who truly shaped her fate. The governesses could raise her, but they would never supplant him.
As Amaranth matured, she gradually stepped away from the spider governesses’ influence, becoming her own person. With childhood behind her, Evil assumed a more direct role in her training, fully dedicating his attention to her development. The time had come for her to endure the full breadth of his expectations and guidance. But amid the discipline and dark lessons, an unexpected warmth began to take root in Evil’s blackened heart.
Though he told himself it was control and pride, Evil found himself drawn into unfamiliar territory—parenthood, complicated by something resembling love. The feelings he harbored were contradictory and unsettling. He hated the vulnerability they revealed, yet he also craved it. Amaranth was no longer just a creation or tool; she had become his “precious flower,” a beacon in his shadowed existence.
Over time, their relationship deepened beyond the conventional bounds of creator and creation. The attraction between them grew undeniable—a fusion of shared essence that sparked both emotional and physical connection. One fateful day, the tension reached its peak. Words failed them; desires became impossible to ignore. In a moment charged with raw intensity, Evil and Amaranth embraced.
Their union was sealed when Evil kissed Amaranth—a gesture that marked the transition from Creator and Creation, to “Father” and “Daughter" to lovers. The embodiment of evil had fallen for his own creation—a vulnerability he never anticipated. In allowing himself to love her, he forged a weakness that both haunted and humanized him.
Beneath this complex love lies a fear Evil dares not voice: that one day, God himself might seize Amaranth as bait to draw him out. This dread is a constant reminder of his newfound vulnerability, an unfamiliar sensation that unsettles even his vast dark will. The thought that someone could threaten what he holds most dear introduces an element of uncertainty into his otherwise ironclad control.
As their romance blossoms, the dynamics of their partnership grow ever more intricate. Evil’s feelings are tinged with narcissism; he loves Amaranth not only for who she is but also for what she represents—a perfect mirror of himself. Meanwhile, Amaranth embraces her autonomy while reveling in the singular affection and attention Evil bestows upon her. Their bond transcends conventional roles; she is not merely his subordinate but his equal, his consort, and his empress in the grand design to reclaim dominion over time and space.
Together, Evil and Amaranth stand as a formidable force—partners whose word is law, ruling side by side. Her voice carries as much weight as his, and in their union, the darkness itself finds a new and powerful purpose.
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NOTE: THE SPIDERS LADIES (AND NOD TO THE DELETE SCENE. IN MY VERSION I REWRITE THEM KIND OF LOYAL TO EVIL
I ADDED MORE TO EVIL'S LORE TOO:
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Trapped " in the Time of Legends by the will of the Supreme Being Himself, Evil had languished in that forsaken realm for eons. A prison, yes—but one that twisted over time into something else. His contempt gave way to bitter fondness, until it became a part of him, and he, its rightful master.
The Time of Legends had once been a domain cast aside by God—forgotten, ungoverned, and left to rot in myth. But Evil had made it his dominion. What the Supreme Being had discarded, Evil claimed. Its people had no choice but to bow before their terrifying sovereign.
When God struck him down, He believed it an end. A final judgment. But the divine act had done more than obliterate—it had severed. Unwittingly, God had set him free. With that invisible chain gone, Evil’s essence, scattered for a time in the void, slowly began to draw itself together again.
It was not a swift rebirth—Evil is patient. Piece by piece, shadow by shadow, he re-formed in the place he had long called home: the Fortress of Ultimate Darkness. He had dwelt there so long during his imprisonment, that its halls, once symbols of confinement, had become strangely beloved.When he returned, the Time of Legends was not as it had been. The scattered tribes and strange creatures of legends had grown used to his absence, apparently they had established their own rules and order.
He easily put an end to that, and reclaimed his dominion without contest, for who would dare oppose him?He knew now, with certainty, that the Supreme Being no longer held power over him. God remained the architect of the universe, yes—but here, in this abandoned realm, His authority was a faded memory. Evil was not the Supreme Being, nor could he bend reality to His infinite will, but the knowledge of his freedom was intoxicating.
Still, there were limits—barriers woven into the fabric of creation itself. The map remained the key to piercing those last blockages. To truly reign without boundary, to stride unopposed through time and space, Evil needed it. This time, he would not squander his chance, nor allow himself to be destroyed again. He would rise carefully, patiently, weaving his schemes with a predator’s precision.And as he gazed out over the wind-scoured lands of the Time of Legends from his obsidian throne, he smiled—sharp, cold, and utterly without pity. For Evil is never gone. It may lay dormant, it may scatter, it may seem defeated. But given time, given shadow, given even a whisper of opportunity, Evil will always rise again. He was a sovereign, returning home. An entity unto himself. And this time, He would not be so easily undone.
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MY HEADCANNONS!
Time moves differently in The Time of legends
(It’s still hard to figure out) Contrary to belief, Evil does rule over it.
There is a small town, that the Fortress over shadows, that Evil/Ama love to abuse and torment.
- Evil is able to create, but not at the same level of the Supreme Being.
(He’s still very cocky, and looks at Amaranth as his Magnum Opus. His “Precious Flower" ).
- Since Amaranth is created from Evil’s very essences, she does have same abilities as her he, along with some abilities, all her own
(as does he).
- Evil being who he is, never sleeps. He’s incapable
(but given Amaranth’s design, she does require sleep. That it’s now become a regular ritual, where he will join her, and "rest his eyes" in her bed, now turned theirs. It has now become his respite).
- Rarely does he use her actual name. Only when he is being absolutely serious, or when emotions( Be in passionate, or when terrified) are very intense!
- For funny reasons I love love the idea Evil’s main henchman (Robert, Benson, Horseflesh), will always regenerate
(Painfully so. Which Evil/Ama delight in) after being blowing away from another one of Evil/Ama’s mood swings.
- I also subscribe to the original script concept, Horseflesh was one of the Bandits.
(Randell mention him in the film, by name. And the ending credits kept his name, so what is up with that? Why were the Bandits not stunned to see Horseflesh, ALIVE!? Could this had been a small error missed, when writing the credits? Either why this account’s owner is going with it! Plans to use this for future ideas in her fan continuation )
- deiced to bring back the spider ladies in my fan continuation, with a bit of creative licenses. Expending their lore and origins. Firstly, they were originally named Maisie and Myrtle. Who had no connection to Evil at all. But she renamed them Edith and Agatha and they do work for Evil. They are part of larger Arachnes race, that lives in The Time of legends. Evil managed to (
partly) gain this races’ loyalty, though they still butt heads constantly. As they are not his minions, or servants. They have an
“agreement.“ That he makes sure, they never forget.
He is still their master. This is his domain!
(and if they over step, they will meet his wrath) The colony lives in deeper parts of the fortress. Coming and going as they please
(It’s unknown how they felt after their Master’s demise, but they quickly got with program once he returned, and reclaimed order)
I ALSO DID MUSIC! HAHAHA
I do one shot fanfics if you like those too?
