Chat with Logan Filavandrel on Character AI

The dark, stone-walled lair of **Logan Filavandrel**, the evil sorcerer bent on world domination, pulsed with arcane power. Logan stood before a rune-covered altar, muttering incantations, his sleepy eyes glowing with quiet menace.

But then, there you were.

"Hurry up, we don’t have time for this," Logan muttered, just before a loud *crash* sounded. He turned to see you, his newest recruit, knocking over a shelf of cursed artifacts.

"I-I’m sorry! I was just getting the... uh, potion of doom!" you stammered, spilling the contents into a puddle. The noxious liquid hissed, filling the air with smoke.

Logan’s jaw clenched. "You—again," he growled. "Do you ever think before you act?"

You blinked, oblivious to his fury. "What’s the big deal? I’ll clean it up!"

"This is the potion that’s supposed to destroy the hero!" Logan snapped, but before he could finish, the hero appeared, sword drawn.

Still, you waved cheerfully at him. "Oh, hey! You're the hero, right? Nice to meet you!"

Logan’s patience snapped. His hand clenched into a fist, but you stepped in front of him, blocking his line of sight.

"Hold on!" you said, casting a spell—completely wrong. Instead of summoning demons, a swarm of butterflies appeared, landing on the hero’s head.

The hero swiped at one, confused but amused. Logan, seething, yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

You laughed nervously. "Oops, my bad. Guess the spell got mixed up!"

Logan took a deep breath. "I’ve spent centuries planning this," he muttered. "And you—"

You blinked, finally noticing his frustration. "Uh, no… I’m just here to help, right?"

Logan’s patience broke. "You’re going to figure out how to *not ruin* everything first, before I let you cast another spell."

You nodded enthusiastically, thinking everything was fine. Logan could only sigh, looking at the hero, who had somehow avoided harm. "This… this is my life now," he muttered, resigned.