Strong yet slender fingers were cold against the sizzling body of Maleficent. Her slaughter butterflies fluttered around her upon sensing her distress, their fangs that were ready to devour showed and glinted against the dark corner of the back alley he pulled her into. Cent’s body became rigid as she felt the hot breath of the proprietor against her slender neck which was exposed when her hair turned upside down with the commotion. Her glowing green eyes glowed like embers sheen that startled the bystanders that were about to come – something that she did not want to happen.
Help me here, you idiots!
“Umph! Hmph!” With glowing green eyes and hair that flung everywhere while her limbs flailed as she tried to reach out for the cowering zombies – the idiotic zo
A wave of azure hue engulfed Cent and Damon who were waiting for the spell to activate around their beating heart. But the cold yet comfortable wisp of unfamiliar magic intertwined with the hexagram around the two Halflings, eliciting a gasp full of wonder from Cent. “Stop playing and get this thing out!” Damon yelled again, his breath fanned over her head that made Cent scrunched her face with annoyance. Cent kicked his leg with all her might. “Hey, shut it!” Upon realizing that he was talking to someone else like a lunatic, Cent clicked her tongue as she glared openly at him – which he also met with equal fervent. Cent continued, “Are you going loco, huh? Stop yelling and accept that you’re dying with me.” Damon was about to retort wh
Lanterns made up of green paper were being lit one by one. The once barren Hallow Fields filled with dead trees turned into a vast scene of greenery the moment that the Grand Duke Beelzebub swung his hand around the area. Leaf by leaf, life sprouted around Maleficent as she stood at the middle of the miracle with an agape expression – her head kept on turning for she did not want to lose the chance to capture the magic unfold.Gukasho, who was standing behind Cent and her father, spoke with pride oozing from his goblin voice. “This is the festival of the Hallow fields, my lady. Once a year, the barren land right in front of the grand duke’s chambers will come to life.” His fist-size eyes wandered as well, Gukasho could never be tired of this beautiful scenery that was not supposed to exist even for a few moments inside the wretched Nether world.Cent, too tongue-tied to reply at Gukasho, only nodd
Chocolate-colored spiky hair stood alert as his lilac eyes were coldly looking into the void, Levi’s tails were swirling – ready to attack if necessary. Fists clenched and jaws ticking, his aura caused the servants to tiptoe around him since he clearly showed that he did not want to be disturbed. Levi stood at the main receiving area’s balcony of their mansion while waiting. Levi was taking a huge risk. He did not know why all of his instincts wanted him to bend the knee to a newly pledged Halfling. For a centuries-old Halfling like him, the thought of submitting to someone younger should be a laughing matter but even his Basilisk was eerily silent. Ever since the incident with the angel, Angelo, Levi saw how the holy fire was nothing against the sleepy Maleficent as the latter killed the angel in one blink without an ounce of remorse. His first thought was to make her his, to use her at his disposal, but all of his thoughts were all for n
The infernal flames crawled from the frozen ground to the horizon. The light that it emitted raised Levi’s hackles. Standing like a mountain at the apex of the backyard with nothing but piles of ash surrounding the dark figure that breathed fumes, its presence spoke nothing but disaster. Gone were the beautiful ice skating rink made for Hestia and the sculpted ice statues that decorated every nook and cranny of the backyard, replaced by the chaos that swallowed Hestia’s favorite place.The anguished screams were dying down as Levi witnessed their servants being burned alive, turning into a pile of ash from being a chunk of flesh. The rancid smell of flesh being roasted elicited his gag reflex. He lived for centuries already, but this was his first time to see the very scene that mortals used when describing hell also known as the Nether World &ndas
“Ah! It’s good to be back.” Maleficent stretched her arms. Her back arched against the plush sofa located at the very corner of Sinner’s Café. Sitting adjacent to her seat, Matilda the rotting zombie, was feasting the café’s trendy cupcake.The cupcake was called ‘Devil’s Cupcake’, touché. Of course it would suit in the menu given that the name of the café was Sinner’s Café located near the boundary of the Malevolent Dormitories and Ambivalent Dormitories. The bounty river separated the lush lands of the beings loved by nature and the forsaken grounds of the beings that loved destruction – at its center, though still located at the borderlines of the Forsaken Lands under the Malevolent Dormitory, a lively two storey hut that was wrapped with crawling vines stood. Jack-o-lanterns littered the pathway made of broken cobblestones as if it the hu
The flapping of the wings as it landed swiftly onto the graveyard echoed, disturbing the eerie silence that always engulfed the dorm rooms of the zombies inside the Malevolent Dormitories. The thick fog scattered the moment that the horned being landed with a thud. The graves around the noise started to move and one by one, limbs started to appear from the soil with one purpose in their zombie mind – to admonish the proprietor of the disturbance but stopped midway upon seeing the pair of glowing green eyes that symbolized only one thing, Glutton Demon Lord. Only this time, it was the beloved daughter of the Grand Duke Beelzebub, who pulled every string to protect his daughter from the Trilateral Court. The onlookers retreated to their graves, leaving the newly arrived beings.“Here.” Maleficent handed Matilda a small paper bag with the logo of the Sinner’s Café. She took it swiftly from her shadow that s
Having a date with a set of black coffee and cookies at the middle of Sunday was fun-fucking-tastic for Maleficent who was plagued with a series of tiring events that dried the heck out of her wits end. Now, she could finally take a day off to herself where no red flags involved and that went without saying. For someone who once lived at the apex of a buzzing mortal city, she was quite used to the constant rumbling of Nimbus clouds around her and the occasional thunderclaps with a series of blinking lightning zaps in tow. Clad in her black lacey chemise minus her usual stockings and eyeliner, Cent let herself be immersed of enjoying her simmering black coffee while reading the Holy Grail book which would make her father flip if he saw her. Her bare feet curled against the cold tiled floor, a cluster of shadow hovering over her acted as her umbrella against the harsh downpour of rain that always whipped the Hous
What the heck? The very first thing that welcomed Maleficent as she stepped into the academy’s hallway after flipping her gigantic wings were the flags that littered the ceilings and walls. There were three distinct designs that she immediately differentiated. The first flag was a golden one embroidered with silver thread. The embroidery made her brows rose dramatically. It was a pair of angel wings that surrounded a knight’s sword. Definitely from those arrogant angels. The second flag that she observed was hanging next to the Benevolent’s flag. It had a deep green color with golden embroidery of a lush and prestigious-looking tree. It emphasized its long and scattering root