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.
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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
Damon the prideful stepped into the glowing red hexagram, the portal he created, which would lead him to the place where he desired to be in the most right now. On cue, the moment he stepped out from the void of the portal, he was again welcomed by a cold and eerie darkness. The stale air welcomed him and the cobblestones around him from the pathway he stepped into to the damp walls and ceiling littered with cobwebs – everything around the place screamed a typical dungeon.Concealing his presence, Damon the prideful strode towards the direction where the source of the swirling magus resonated. Moving as if he was once with darkness, Damon could now see the light the longer he walked into the direction he was following now with light and focused steps.‘This dungeon is only housing that Halfling, I see. It could be because they are feeling threatened because of the presence of the Calamity Dragon or it is because they do not want any intervention from an
“What are you doing?” An angry voice resonated within the dungeon. His voice shook the stale air around Damon and the sleeping Maleficent.A knot lodged deep between the halfling’s perfectly carved brows. He spoke with a guttural voice as if he was only pushing himself into answering a question which he did not really care about. “Saving your daughter.”“Ha! You?” Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton cackled as if what he heard was the most absurd thing in the world. “You got me there. Fuck, to think that for a split second, I almost believe you. You’re good, son of Lucifer. You are fucking damn good with making sick jokes,” said Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton. But after a fraction of a minute, his face turned grim before he continued. “So now, give me my daughter and do not sabotage my plan.”Upon the talks of the plan, Damon the prideful could not help but snort as he sharply turned around.
The gigantic statues of the winged beings made from the clay which could only be obtained by using the soil where the Ygdrasil was taking its roots that. When hit by the radiant sunlight, the cream-colored statues gleamed like pearls submerged in the translucent sea while being adorned with the finest pearls and jewels of the three worlds. The gigantic frames were the pillars of the opened meeting room located at the highest peak of the Benevolent World’s tallest mountain – Mt. Zaar. The sunlight first reached the faces of the enormous statues before the light chased the darkness away. As the gleaming sun rays kissed every faces of the statues, one could tell that the greatest artisans of history carved the very images of the seven pillars of the Heavenly Realm. With the way how every crevice of the seven pillars was copied like peas to the pod, every time Apollo Sky the Loyal was summoned here, he could not help himself but be astonished with the how grandiose the place. Bu