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2024-10-29 19:42:56THE NONSTOP rain seemed to sympathize with Cent’s mood as she watched the heavy rainfall from her room’s window. Ever since Madame Lira died, she knew deep in her heart that it was because of that incident during the class wherein she met the professor’s eyes with her lime green ones. Cent touched her bangs, obstructing her eyes from the people. She thought it was enough to avoid the same incident three years ago.
“MALEFICENT! Maleficent!” Only one person called her that. Steffan, the young volunteer, visited her foster home the other week. He took a liking to her ‘quirks’. He meant her eyes that always had dark circles as if she spent weeks without sleep, how pale her skin was even if she played under the sun, or how her eyes were so dark as some kind of bottomless pit. Steffan liked it.
Cent spun her feet away from the running sunshine. She was afraid she would get burned by his sunny attitude, no matter how crazy that may sound. “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 chest, which his cerulean eyes noticed.
The next thing Cent knew, her sketchpad was already in his hands. “Give me that!”
He must not see it. If he did, he would indeed run away from her and never look back. Even though he bothered her like no one else, it was hard to imagine him getting angry with her. It would genuinely break her heart because Steffan was her only friend, aside from the shadows.
Stretching her arms, Cent flailed to get back her sketchpad. But Steffan was too tall and strong for a skinny gothic girl like her. She was almost in tears when Steffan’s words froze her. “These are awesome! Did you draw these, Maleficent? Dude, this is so cool!”
What? Did you call horned beings with ugly faces cool? Cent asked Steffan in her mind. The last time some shelter children looked at her drawing, they ran away while crying. Hence, the words spread that she was a devil worshipper. It was not true though she had no religion.
Cent heard from the nuns in the shelter that every time she was about to be baptized, catastrophe would ensue, thus leading to the cancellation of her baptismal ceremony. Sister Tasha proceeded to just register her, but Cent saw how the baptismal registration papers burned to ashes. Though it was kept a secret by Sister Tasha’s order, some nuns and kids in the shelter called her a Satan’s spawn.
“You are not afraid?” Cent’s wary reaction earned her a pat on the head from Steffan.
“Silly girl. This is absolute talent, I tell you. By the way, what are these? I get that these horned ones are demons, but what are these small creatures?”
Cent was about to answer him that she did not know and only saw these creatures in her dreams, but she was stopped midway when the shadows hissed the names of the creatures. “Goblins,” said Cent.
Steffan whistled from her reply. “You got some awesome imagination, Maleficent. You keep on surprising me.”
His smiling face was addicting that it also made Cent’s young heart smile. She lived under the shadows of doubt and fear because of her quirks. She struggled to convince herself that she belonged no matter how Sister Tasha kept reminding her that the shelter was her home. For the very first time, Cent learned the feeling of how to be accepted truly as a person and not because of filial piety. She felt happy for the first since she was born.
Steffan tilted her head as he guided her chin to meet his eyes. Her lifeless-looking face felt hot for the first time as she felt his minty breath against her lips. Staring at his attractive looks, Cent realized how different she was from him.
Her heartbeat quickened, her hands clenched, and her eyes widened as Cent waited for the magical moment.
Her fairytale turned into a nightmare in front of her. Black swirls of smoke from nowhere covered Steffan, grasping her shoulders rather painfully. Whizzing his breath, Steffan uttered his last words. “Y-You monster!” Cent rushed to him only to be pushed away by the shadows that were not hers. It was as if the shadows hated the idea of her touching Steffan.
Cent was about to rush again, only to be stopped by her reflection from the shelter’s windows. Her eyes were not cobalt-colored anymore. Instead, they were shining lime green.
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CENT REALIZED that if anyone looked at her lime-colored eyes, that person would die. It was as if death would come knocking on that person's door. Since she could not control that ability, she chose to obstruct her eyes from anyone. Thus, her hideous bangs came into being. Loud knocks snapped Cent out of her reverie. "Milly? Are you alright, dear?" It was Sister Tasha. She was pretty worried about Cent's behavior since the latter stopped attending classes and was now planning to skip her birthday. Though tiny, Sister Tasha prepared a personally baked Chiffon cake for Cent, the celebrant's favorite. Cent walked away from her window, but she did not open the door for Sister Tasha. Instead, she walked near the door. "Leave me alone, please." I don't want to hurt you too. "All the more reason for me to stay, dear. Open the door, please." Sister Tasha became her guardian when she was abandoned by her real parents. The thought that maybe, her parents were looking for her was wishful thi
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SOFT AS a cloud feeling and a chocolaty scent encouraged Cent to bury herself more to whatever she was holding on to. The uncomfortable weight on her head, which bugged her the moment she stirred from sleep, was not enough to pry herself away from the addicting smell. It was weird for someone as freaky as her. Growing up without the concept of ‘feeling at home, she was not supposed to feel this, yet Cent was feeling rather comfortable while snuggling. For once in her eighteen years of existence, she did sleep well. To the point wherein she did not want to open her eyes yet. Cent was afraid that she was inside a nightmare. Because there is no way, I will be this comfortable in real life. Let’s face it. Life sucks. Soft touches lulled her back to sleep as if she was being patted on her back. On instinct, Cent buried her face more into the velvety feeling at her side. “SHE’S ASLEEP again, my lord,” said Gukasho while standing beside the bedpost of his master. The Halfling stuck to Gr
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“THEN WHY? Why appear now? Why abandon me? Did I do something wrong? Why?” Cent’s voice cracked as she stared at the man. The latter was staring at her as if she was a puzzle that needed solving. “Can you stand?” Instead, his reply earned him a confused response from Cent, who was on the verge of breaking down. “Huh?” “Can you stand?” He asked her again with an even tone that would be mistaken as a dull tone or as if he was bored. Cent reluctantly nodded her head, wondering what he would do. But as soon as she moved her head, his enormous left wing swept her as the infernal flames engulfed them. “What the heck!” Cent widened her eyes as she saw how the fire did not hurt her or how they were transported to the dining room after she blinked. I doubted again if I was in a dream or a dream within a dream. Being cradled by a gigantic wing was one thing, but being treated gently as if he cared for her like a father would make Cent teary-eyed again. “I will tell you everything, but fi
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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
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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
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"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
