Don’t you just love Supervillains? If it had not been for the eventual downfall thing, I bet they would be the goal for most budding super powered kids. They live in style. A life unfettered by ‘power and responsibility’ dilemmas. They beat their chests and declare their motives, kill in abandon, make money, instill fear (and at times awe) and hardly ever die. They always return!I found this list of things called The Top 100 Things I’d Do If I Ever became An Evil Overlord
The sad bit about evil dudes is that they, like everything else, die. But death is just another word in comic-book land. Readers have their favourite villains, just as they have their favourite heroes. Consider this: In DC comics universe, there is this real bad, mad hulking monster called Doomsday. His claim to fame? He killed Superman once! Enough said.
The final battle with Superman also caused Doomsday to lose his life. But the trick with this one is that given enough time, his body regenerates after having developed immunity to the force, being or event that killed him. So he comes back. So does Superman actually but that’s a different story (Quite an engaging story in fact. A whole lot of rather simplistic cloning went into the process.) altogether.
Then Superman hunts Doomsday down on an alien planet and they fight again. Because Doomsday is now immune to Superman, he gets help from another super-fellow called Waverider (a time traveller sort of character) and together they put an end to Doomsday.
But guess what? Doomsday returns again to fight Wonder Woman in a later story. This time its his memory that has been brought to life through advanced (and conveniently unexplainable technology). Wonder Woman would almost be beat had it not been for a twelve something kid who came to her rescue. This particular kid held the enchanted Gauntlet of Apollo (Greek myth?).
In a book called Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the protagonist Percy (half God, son of Poseidon, Greek god of earthquakes and storms and sea) is told that one can kill monsters, but they don’t die. They are archetypes. Go figure!
My idea about this is, monsters are different from evil. They are just incredibly powerful images against whom the heroic must go if they are to be considered worthy of their capes and underwear. Story tellers make it that much easier on the readers by making them ugly and inconsiderate.