The tranquility offered by the Heavenly World was long gone, tarnished by the depravity brought by the Basilisk and the army of the undead. The atmosphere around the field was flipped into one hundred eighty degrees the moment Maleficent lost all her reservations. With her father chained and gagged in front of her, she knew that there would be no way that she would put up with that – even with the cost of her life.
By drawing Merlin’s necromancy and Levi’s Basilisk, she knew that she had lost her trump cards against Damon. But screw it all, she could devise another plan for the battle that was yet to come.
The Basilisk was a deadly beast sealed in the pits of the Nether World. According to the archaic history of the Ambivalent World, the council of the first Trilateral Court used their lives to seal the Basilisk. But Levi was the only Halfling who was able to summon the Basilisk as a familiar. Because of this, the Trilateral Court had a hard time bringing down the no
Aurora versus Maleficent next!
“Get away from my father,” said Maleficent. Her words were calm and her face was smiling. Her almond-shaped eyes slanted into a crescent shape, hiding her glowing green eyes. But her fingers did not leave the woman’s shoulder blade; instead, they dug deep into her flesh as if Maleficent would tear her body down any moment now. The woman’s gaze remained transfixed on the beast behind Maleficent as she bit her lower lip – not because of fear but deep-rooted anger for not learning about the existence of the dragon.But the woman who claimed to be Aurora, Maleficent’s mother, slapped her right hand away as she created a distance by using her angel wings. “If you can then come and get him,” said Aurora, “By the way, that beasty looks cute.”The rattling of the chains rung like a snake’s slithering movement, catching Maleficent’s reaction right away, and the next
“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 green specks littering her piercing gaze died down, replaced by a pair of darkened onyx gems. With shaking finger, Cent pointed at the trembling woman behind her father.Grand Duke Beelzebub was not in daze anymore. His glowing emerald eyes were clearer more than ever and Cent hated to admit that it was because of the smiling wench behind her father. And to think she was her mother? What the heck was happening in the world?Maleficent was on the verge of uprooting every single hair in her hair – using a puller. Her frustration triggered her eyes to blur due to excessive tears of dismay, what she would do just to strangle the woman hiding behind her topless and disheveled-looking father.“No way! No fucking way!” Shaking her head vehemently, her gaze a
Looking up to her father, a corner of her lips curled up. “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t think I have the guts to be a monster, after all,” said Maleficent.The grand duke frowned from her out of the blue answer but the next thing they knew, the entire field was swallowed by darkness.“Maleficent, what are you doing?” asked the grand duke. Though he knew this kind of sensation, after all, she was his daughter and they shared the same dark arts magic. It was too late for him to discern his daughter’s intention when his domain of shadows was overpowered by hers, making him freeze under her domain.The ground turned into a bottomless darkness of swirling shadows. Gone were Levi’s Basilisk and Merlin’s army of the undead after they were swallowed by the manifestation of Maleficent’s domain in the real world.A domain was a skill for wide-ranged spells that would affect the surroundin
Levi witnessed firsthand how his benefactor respected the grand duke of the Nether World. Somehow, he knew that Maleficent, her benefactor, was doing all those sorts of planning for her father. It was safe to say that Maleficent would do anything for Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton. But he did not expect that it would be on this extent in which she was willing to frame herself to save her father’s foolishness.Yes. Foolishness. There was nothing best that could describe the grand duke of the Nether World but a fool. His action led to this point, with him and Merlin, squirming beneath the cluster of shadows as they watched Maleficent being bound by the headmaster himself. The crawling coldness was not because of the slithering shadows around his body but because all he could do was muffle his cries and screams even when the person he promised to serve and protect was being taken for a crime she did not do.With the way how Maleficent spewed her words, she was cla
“Haah… I am hungry.” Maleficent stared at the stale food served to her for the last time inside an equally stale room. She did not know how long was she sighing but it was all that she could do inside the prison cell which somehow confused her as a mental institution sometimes. Sighing for the nth time she somehow imagined that the stagnant air inside her prison cell would smell like her breath after sighing for fuck-knows-what time.“If you are then you should it that, young lady.” A chirpy voice of that stubborn person snapped Maleficent’s boring train of thoughts. It was so boring that she sometimes wondered if a Halfling could die from immense boredom.Sprawled like a dead cockroach on the spotless white tiled-floor with her limbs laid open and her back hair scattered like a mop, she looked at the new guest through her peripheral vision. “Say what, give me some fish ‘n chips and maybe I will talk
A warm hand touched her right shoulder. Upon the contact, Maleficent did not mean to flinch and recoiled back – she was afraid that she would weep and it would worry him more. But like what she thought, her father took it the other way. He slowly withdrew his hand as he cleared his throat. “Let that be my problem. I am her husband and you are my daughter. I will solve this.”Shaking her head, she smiled bitterly. “You are indeed my father. We think alike, after all. But I am afraid I can’t honor your wish.”Upon her refusal, her father’s head which was cast down whipped back to her after a fraction of a second. His glowing emerald eyes shone brighter, sharper, as his face was overshadowed by an ominous shade of frown.“What now? Enough of this nonsense, Maleficent.” His voice was low as he stared down at her, asking in silence if she dared challenge him.If she was the Maleficent before who would wag h
TWO DAYS BEFORE THE FINAL TRIALThe looming Baroque architecture inspired building welcomed Damon the Prideful as soon as he stepped out from the glowing red runes of the hexagram. Clad in his black knight uniform and his newly showered hair, Damon strode towards the imperial palace located at the very heart of the Rancid City.The zaps of the bolts of lightning continued to hover over the imposing palace of the Nether World, lighting every crevices of the imperial grounds. The air vibrated as roars of the thunderclaps followed every zaps of the bolts of lightning.Damon’s gaze lingered to the one of the statues in front of the imperial palace grounds. Standing tall and proud, the seven demon forms of the seven demon lords stood. At the apex of the cluster of statues depicting the seven rulers of the Malevolent World was the horned and crowned demon king, Lucifer the Prideful, who was sitting at the throne made of flames. The closest demon
HEADMASTER KIRK was now in his office after his trip to the prison. His shoulders were sagged and his head was bent down as his gaze was cast down as well. For someone who had lived centuries, no, millennia already, the scene when he left the dungeon intended for Maleficent left a lingering sense of desperation for him.Contrary to what Maleficent knew, Headmaster Kirk did not leave the premise of the dungeon even when his good old friend, Zel, arrived.Sighing for the nth time ever since he plopped his butts on the plush couch of his office, he leaned his head onto the back of the couch as he closed his eyes tightly. His right hand made its way to his temples to massage his head, hoping for his headache to go away only to realize that what he was wishing for was futile.“I wonder when Zel would be coming back,” said Headmaster Kirk. His eyes were now open as he stared at the cream-colored ceiling.The formidable kraken remembered the scenes h