The catgirl, who was standing atop a small flying podium, followed the events of the golem race. Announcing every trivial detail that could be seen from the gigantic monitor hovering above the empty arena, every eye from the bleachers was now fixated on the happening of the participants that were dashing towards the Forsaken Lands wherein the Forest of Lamentation could be found.
Gasps and cheers occasionally resonated from the bleachers unlike the beings from the tents of the royalties. Maleficent placed her chin atop the back of her right palm as her right elbow was placed on the armrest. Her glowing green eyes scanned the surrounding tents and their tent as well, she could only think of one thing – disinterest. The royalties from the three worlds were not the slightest interested even when most of the heirs of the royals from the three worlds joined the competition.
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Get the fuck up, Merlin! Or I swear I will let Hunger and my slaughter butterflies have you as their dinner! Black painted nails dug against the armrests of Maleficent’s chair. Though calm and devoid of any emotion from her face and collected façade, her anger was reaching its limit within her. The shadows inside her trembled to the point wherein she could feel the fluttering of her slaughter butterflies that were loitering around the floating island. Cent also felt the distress signal of Hunger, asking her unconscious mind on what to do with the being riding him all of a sudden which was not part of the plan. She knew that Hunger was suppressing his desire to unleash his real form and chew Damon, who was now riding her familiar – leaving the stumbling Merlin without any golem to race. Cent closed her eyes for a second, her mind calling the slaughter butterflies within the vicinity of the Forsaken Land. On cue, she felt the flutte
“We have this hall and we stuck by that weird canteen?” Cent wandered her onyx-colored eyes around her and was dazzled by the extravagance of the dining area where the headmaster led them.And by them, it means, the royalties and the participants.Five long ebony tables lined with lavish foods prepared already. The flying piglets with their freaking small wings loitered around the grand hall made her think that they were supposed to be on the plates rather than carrying the trays. Chandeliers made of gemstones hung above them and a fucking orchestra played in the background which made her wince. She did not like these kinds of things.Matilda snorted. “Sometimes I wonder, girlie if you are really a student in Transylvania Academy.” The dry tone of Matilda’s voice to
“You want to join the party, son of Michael the Loyal?” The mockery laced upon the voice of the man hovering above Cent dripped like honey amidst the blanket of darkness. The glowing embers of crimson hue gleamed towards the angel, who was standing a few feet away from them. On instinct, Cent followed the scalding gaze of Damon and she almost flinched when her glowing emerald eyes met a chilling pair of gray orbs.Damn, Apollo Sky! What are doing here? Ruining my plan?After Merlin summoned the corpses within the Forsaken Land, which was quite a lot, his other attribute was revealed—barrier magic. Wizards and witches were born with two types of magic—the innate magic and the creation magic. The innate magic was the magic with them right after they were born, while the creation magic was the type to manifest using powerful will and desire to create something out of nothing.
The sound of a palm hitting a cheek resounded inside the empty halls of the pristine building. The roar of the thunderclap muted the ensuing festivities outside the prestigious Transylvania Academy along with the bolt of lightning that lightened up the darkened room, wherein two figures loomed against each other—the first one was kneeling before the other party. It was a common scenario for those who were standing behind the grand doors of the room wherein the two people were confined to ‘talk’.“I told you to win! Is it that hard to do? You are my son! Doing this should be easy, yet you lose to someone with unknown origins, you pathetic son of mine!” A clean-cut silver hair glinted against the zap of light from the single bolt of lightning. With his wide back against the windowpanes, his gray eyes were the only thing that glowed against his darkened silhouette along with his silver hair.Michael
“How quaint,” said Maleficent. A set of emerald orbs glowed against the moonlight sheen as a couple of butterflies withdrew from her arms. Droplets of blood trickled down her hands as she stood up and strode towards the balcony of her room.Because for once, the moon will be seen outside my balcony. The presence of the thick cluster of clouds followed by thunderclaps and zaps of bolts of lightning was not hovering the Forsaken Lands – thanks toClad in her chemise that fell right into her ankles, her bare feet trudged against the carpeted floor. The moment she stepped foot outside the balcony a zap of a bolt of lightning illuminated the darkened balcony for a split second, a pair of albino red eyes met her glowing green ones – this elicited a sweet smile from Maleficent.“Hmmm.” Tilting her head, she crossed her arms before her. “Congratulations on winning the first round. You are ind
“What the heck are you blabbering abou – ” Before his lips could touch hers, a whip of shadow shackled Levi – knocking him cold in a matter of seconds. The shadows hissed and whirled around Levi’s unconscious state as if it was making sure that he would not pose anymore ‘threats’ towards Maleficent, who was left balder dashed by the turn of events. From Merlin to Levi? What is wrong with people? Cent massaged her temples as she drew a sigh. Waving her hand, she commanded the shadows to bring him back to his room. “Take him away.” She turned back to the moon and sighed for the nth time of this month. “And here I thought I could enjoy this night with the moon. It truly sucks to be surrounded by centuries-old walking relics.” Maleficent decided to leave the comfort of her balcony and forget the ghastly memories embedded during the night of the first day of the Tri-World Tournament.  
Anyone would think that they did the thing when Damon languidly added the words ‘like what you did last night’. Whispers among students from different dormitories ensued to the point that Cent was one hundred percent sure it was not a whisper anymore – they intended it for her to hear. Standing in front of the grand bulletin board, Maleficent the Glutton and Damon the Prideful were the center of attention – rather than the bulletin board. “Oh my! Is the rumor about them true?” “I told you so. Damon pays too much attention on her.” “What about Sylvia?” “No. What about Ariel?” Words kept on surging, that it started to tick her off rather than the fact that Damon was staring down at her with unwanted interest. Screw this morning drama! Maleficent bumped into Damon – her left shoulder bumping into his right arm as she clasped Matilda’s bony wrist without even sparing the students
Seeing that Sylvia and her team just arrived meant that when the spell was cast down, they were not within the premises of the floating island and they were here because of free will. Maleficent’s gaze kept on wavering as she stared at the trio – no – her gaze wavered and her jaws clenched as she stared at Angelo, the angel she killed. His lilac eyes and snow-like blonde hair paired with his arrogant smirk as he walked towards the cluster of students drew every attention of the student towards them. “Hmm. Interesting.” Damon muttered under his breath, his hands on his pockets. Cent did not mind Damon. Judging by his reaction, he was not the one behind this. She observed Apollo Sky in her peripheral vision. “I do not know what you’re thinking about but no, I don’t know that he is alive and how he came back to the world of the living,” said Apollo Sky. He sensed her underhanded gaze at him. Maleficent shrugged. Her rave
Maleficent stared at the gates of the Transylvania Academy. A pair of black dragon-like wings folded behind her as she landed a few meters before her alma mater. She did not know why, but it felt like a long time since she was here yet in reality it was only a few weeks.She could still remember the first time she saw this school, she did not think that she would value this place so much. Maleficent never thought that she would treat this academy as a place closest to home. For the past years of her life, even though she grew up in a foster home, Maleficent could not sense any sense of belong there – not until she met the people she grew to care about in Transylvania Academy.That was why, in that illusion, she was able to see the light at the end of a seemingly endless loop of despair. The shackles of the past? She was already free from it. All thanks to those who trusted her, cared for her, and loved her despite the horns and gigantic wings.For those who trusted Maleficent despite
Before Maleficent 's mind shatter to the endless stream of torment, a warm aura enveloped her curling and shaking body. Like a cocoon of protection, it soothed her mind, body, and soul.Though ethereal, Maleficent was familiar with the warmth being emitted from the crimson-colored aura around her. With teary eyes, Maleficent stopped shaking and screaming words of helplessness and profanities."Sshh.. Stop crying, little Halfling." A deep and warm voice vibrated within her, muting the wicked one. The voice continued, "Remember, amidst the painful memories you have, you have bright ones as well. For every step you take back you forward thrice the distance from the past. Why? Because you have us and we have you. You are not alone anymore.""I.. I am not alone anymore?" "Remember... Where you surrender yourself to this prince. Like I said, there will be no going back. The moment you accepted me, there is no more turning back... little Halfling."Where I surrender myself?Flashback...“I
"Stop it! Stop this!" Maleficent was now hysterical. Even with her efforts to stop the wicked voice from spewing nonsense in her mind over and over again. "Stop spouting nonsense!""Hehehe! What nonsense? All chatters of these are facts! They are flashbacks from your memories!""You're right. These are all memories so it is now part of my past." There was now a hint of strength in Maleficent's voice."Foolish woman indeed! Hahaha! You... You will feel that familiar sense of loss and pain once more, Daughter of Greed!"Maleficent's heart pounded which immediately dimmed the small ray of light for Maleficent. "Wha-What do you mean?""Like what happened to that time when you almost that Halfling Prince, you will feel that helplessness and fear and sorrow once more sooner than later! But this time, you will lose him for eternity! Hahaha!"Flashback..Maleficent was too fixated on using her ability as the wielder of the darkness that she stupidly failed to realize the dwindling state of he
"My father knows why I did that! You can't brainwash me!" Maleficent the Glutton found her strength as she stood. Her gaze followed the swirling black smoke around her. "He won't abandon me!""Ting! Ting! Ting! You are wrong again! Haven't you remember? He once abandoned you! Hahahaha! Foolish girl!"Flashback... “Please, leave me alone,” said the Halfling, “I…I don’t want to see you anymore. So please, throw away all the guilt that you have in your heart and know that for a short period of time, you made me feel the emotions I thought I would die without.” The Halfling cleared her throat as if a lump was lodged in it before she continued. “Please respect my decision.” On cue, the torches that littered the prison cell were engulfed by a cluster of shadow for a fraction of a minute, deeming the entire prison cell for a small period of time that it was almost unnoticeable. People would believe that it was the grand duke who lost his composure during his visit, but Damon the prideful
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
"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 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
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
"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