A pair of boots trudged to the ends of the sacred halls of the Heavenly World's Divine Pavilion. The echoes of the footsteps were a complete contradiction to the sacred hallway that had witnessed countless realms rise and fall.Walls and floors made of riches, the nymphs from the land below sang about, gleamed like the sun around the young man striding through the columns of the hallway. Reflecting in his eyes, which held a good amount of stardust of light blue specks, were centuries he had witnessed the Heavenly World shone brighter than before amidst the chaos of the three worlds. But the shadows beneath the swirling swarm of azure specks were not seeing the past of the three worlds making up the whole of the universe – the young man was seeing the present with gritted teeth and a deep knot lodged between his perfectly carved brows.Indeed he was looking for the present that would affect the very foundation of the Heavenly World that his kin had protected protected ever since the
Maleficent the Glutton was standing behind the tent that was set up for the Glutton Territory when her bored emerald eyes caught someone's silhouette which made her freeze for a good moment."Steffan?" Maleficent the Glutton asked herself as she stared at the person before her. Flashback..MALEFICENT! Maleficent!” Only one person called her that, it was Steffan, the young volunteer who visited her foster home the other week. He took a liking to her ‘quirks’. He meant her eyes that had always dark circled like she spent weeks without sleep or the way how pale her skin was even if she played under the sun or how her eyes were so dark like they were some kind of bottomless pit. Steffan liked it.Cent spun her feet away from the running sunshine. She was afraid that she would get burned with his sunny attitude, no matter how crazy that may sound for her. “Hey.” He was still able to catch up to her.“What do you want? Don’t you have school or something?” She clutched her sketchpad to her
As if the man heard her, he turned around. On cue, Maleficent the Glutton was met by a pair of soulless eyes as he seethed."Why are you alive after killing innocent people all of your life?"A sharp gasp escaped from Maleficent's trembling lips as she stood frozen. The world seemed to stop turning around her. Just her and Steffan were standing on the empty corridors of the arena."Retribution!" A familiar shrill of a female was the final nail of the coffin for Maleficent the Glutton.FLASHBACK TWO...CENT ALMOST fainted when she opened the back door of the studio where Madame Lira’s class was being held. No matter how slowly she opened the door, she was met by the blazing look of the middle-aged woman.I’m gonna die.“Maleficent Smith!” Madame Lira’s thunderous voice boomed inside the spacious studio. Cent could not help but winced as she heard her dreaded name.Maleficent, the name embroidered on her silk blanket that covered her bloody and small body. Sister Tasha told her that she
"What I want? I want you to remember that a sinner like you is not allowed to feel any emotion but fear. Think of it as a payment for all the lives you carelessly took back when you were at the Mortal's Realm, Maleficent."With one statement, it sucked Maleficent the invisible shield of her title as Maleficent the Glutton as if she was back to what she was before she met her father.Flashback 3:THE STALE colors of her ceiling welcomed her when she woke up briskly. Her ragged breathing and her sweat-covered shin were not a new thing for Cent. She spent her seventeenth year dreaming as if she was being chased by something ominous only to wake up abruptly when a pair of large flaming hands engulfed her. This vicious cycle became a regular thing for her since she celebrated her seventeenth birthday. And now, with her eighteenth birthday just two days from today, her nightmare became longer and hotter in a sense as if she was soaked to be boiled.Glancing at the alarm clock on her side ta
Lost in a train wreck of vicious thoughts whispered by the man called Steffan along with the cries of Maleficent 's mortal victims, the Glutton heir started to crumble."I... I have my family..." Maleficent, though it was a whisper, tried her earnest to fight the malevolent thoughts that wreck havoc in her mind.But a mocking laughter echoed within Maleficent's mind that made her freeze. It was not the malicious laughter that made her stop from her tracks, rather, it was the familiarity of the voice.On cue, Steffan's face turned to a silhouette of Aurora — Maleficent's mother. Gone was the warmth in her eyes as she glared at the shell-shocked Maleficent."How do you know that I am genuine with your fickle family obsession, dear daughter?" "N-No way...""I did it once. What's stopping me to do it one more time?"FLASHBACK…“That? That w-woman is my mother?” With widened eyes, shivers wracked her body as if a bucket of cold water splashed her rigid standing form. The glowing embers of
Maleficent the Glutton, who was now tugging her horn while tears trickled down her face, willed herself to stand up from being slumped."No... I will protect my parents so that... So that nothing will happen to them." Though Maleficent's voice was barely a whisper, it was filled with determination.But a mocking voice resonated in the darkness once again. This time, it did not belong to Maleficent's mother's voice but from Damon!"Liar! You died because you are weak! So how can you protect us?"Flashback...“Indeed. Farewell.” Maleficent whispered. On cue, a roaring sound elicited from behind him before he was taken by the looming shadow of the gigantic winged serpent.After her last two words, the entire arena had turned into one extensive domain for Maleficent. Her emerald eyes glowed more than ever at that exact moment; the song of battle cries echoed from her mouth as she screamed, flipping her position. Now, she was the one sitting atop the shell-shocked Gabriel the Faithful.“Di
"When you died, you angered the heavenly law!"A frown painted on Maleficent's face as she watched the image of Damon vanished once more, replaced by a dark smoke swirling around her. "Why? How did I anger the heavens?"A vicious laughter resonated within Maleficent's sea of consciousness. "Fool! You just took an archangel from the heavens!"Flashback...SELAPHIEL, a newly bloomed fallen angel, quivered upon the howl of sorrow that she had heard amid the cackles of the thunderstorm that loomed the entire Rancid City. Perhaps it was guilt that made her froze rather than to race to where the sound was coming from. It was as clear as the lightning bolt that littered the darkened skies of the Nether World who screamed those anguished laden screams. The disparity dripped from every letter of the word he cried from the top of his lungs.“Maleficent, my baby girl…” Translucent droplets fell from her eyes as her chest tightened upon the very thought of losing her child before she could even h
Maleficent shook her head. Both of her hands were now covering her ears yet it did not lessen the malicious whispers that seemed to resonate within her mind — within her soul."You are a child of misfortune!""Your existence is a mistake!""Maleficent, you are a child of disaster. No. You are the disaster yourself. You bring pain wherever you go!"Hot tears continued to trickle down Maleficent's chin as she closed her eyes tightly while shaking her head profusely. "No! You're wrong! I still have father!""Fool! You are your father's greatest heartache! He regrets that he brought you back from the mortal world!"Flashback...Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton lost the will to live the moment he thought he lost his wife. His misery did not lessen when he had to let go of his daughter and watched her grew up from the sidelines as one of her shadows. He had foolishly thought that it would all soon go away the moment he would take her from the wretched mortal world – or so he thought. He fai