Marluxia's jaw clenched at that revelation. Of course the Superior's lap dog would be the one to receive what was his. His castle, his witch, his plan. All of it was in ruins. Someone would be sure to pay. He would make sure of it, and their ruin would be such as none had ever seen. It wasn't as though he couldn't create new puppets at his whim. He would create an army of them. The Keyblade Master, his friends--he would even pull the Resistance to his side if need be. And if they didn't join him, he would win over those in City Hall.

He deserved to be at the top. He always had. The Superior had been a fool not to give him a higher position, and he would be punished for removing him altogether.

"It won't be for very long."