Peter entered the heavens through the front door.
He walked alone, his armor covered in blood, his nails dirty and chipped.
His hair a mane, when before it had been always combed.
There was nothing inside of the heavens. Just empty palaces and artworks. Of the spirits above, there was no trace.
He began to yell profanities at the emptiness.
He yelled for hours, getting more and more creative. He yelled until the winds of heaven took offense and began to create a hurricane.
Peter had enough sense in him to jump out of heaven before he ended up as mincemeat.
But he was still angry.
"They are out there somewhere," Peter said, as a golden castle was thrown at the front door of heaven by the angry heavenly wind. "And I will find them!"
Peter had a plan.
Now that he was a villain, he knew that he could get the other villains to join him. Who wouldn't want to stick it to the spirits above?
