A blanket of black and red wrapped the proud commandant of the Nether World’s imperial army of narakas and fallen angels like a scene straight out from gory books. The flutters of the small wings owned by thousands of butterflies drew everyone’s attention. The commandant, who did not pay attention to it at the beginning, started to swing his sword with the attempt to make the horde of butterflies fly away from him, sensing the danger looming along with the slaughter butterflies.
“What are those?”
“Butterflies?”
“In the arena? And that many?”
The ghouls started to speculate while the shadow beasts backed away from their targets as their attention was fixated on the butterflies which were flying around the commandant on circles. With their tails tucked between their legs, the shadowed beasts started to back away to the wall. Their whimpers made the surrounding Nether World folks sensed the ominous
Maleficent was too fixated on using her ability as the wielder of the darkness that she stupidly failed to realize the dwindling state of her lover. She was too focused on making sure that her plan would not fail that she completely forgot that the man who was standing firm around her – surrounding her like a safe mantle was dying.And when she felt him stagger against her, all she could do was froze. With him now kneeling in front of her as he heaved a succession of coughs while holding his chest, Maleficent staggered next. Her knees left a soft thud upon the contact on the ground. The stinging pain of her knees as it scraped the uneven and jagged arena’s floor was left to the last of her concerns as she cradled her lover’s head and upper torso after he collapsed right in front of her like a dried leaf blown by a wind. Damon the Prideful finally succumbed to his stab wound even after a long shot of enduring all because of her.“Damon!” Ma
Maleficent, who was smiling with mockery, tilted her head to the side as she observed her estranged mother before her. “What? Why are you hesitating? The lover boy needs you now… mother.”“It is you,” said Aurora. Realization dawned upon her angelic face as if an imaginary fog finally cleared out in her mind. Maleficent shrugged nonchalantly before any traces of her smiling face vanished, replaced by an expression devoid with any emotion but pure malice.Rolling her eyes, Maleficent nudged towards the shrieking Angelo the Faithful. “You have my thanks for saving the man I love. Because of that, I will spare you when I turn this arena into a bloody banquet for my shadow beasts.”Aurora’s jaws clenched before she opened her mouth which was interrupted by another series of wails from the son of Gabriel the Faithful who was surrounded by five gigantic centipedes. “Damn!” Aurora also known by many as Selaph
The clashing of the two winged beings erupted like a roar, muting the thunderclaps from the hovering storm above them. Like a blanket, a cloak of darkness veiled the entire arena followed by a zap of a single light emitting from the guardian angel. The ghouls and the other onlookers could not keep up their line of vision. For them, everything was a speed of light. From the clashing of the two winged beings to the clanking of the weapons, everything was changing in a blink of an eye. With a knot lodged deep between her brows, Aurora also known by many as the guardian angel Selaphiel, followed the ongoing battle with critical eyes. Though she was tasked by Gabriel the Faithful to save his son, she could not will herself to look away from her daughter. Deep within her heart, she knew she acknowledged the forbidden fruit she had with the Grank Duke of the Nether World. For her, the existence of Maleficent the Glutton was a constant reminder for her that she had betrayed
“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.“Die, angel!” Flipping the version that Gabriel the Faithful said a few moments ago, she raised both of her arms while holding her weapon. Gone were her whips earlier, replaced by a dagger made from her shadows. The blade hissed as she held it as if it got a life of its own.But the gleam of the dagger’s blade under the lightning bolt’s sheen woke Gabriel the Faithful from his reverie, snapping him on the verge of his death. His widened, stormy, gray eyes turned into a sharp glare. “Never!” He backha
A pair of gleaming crimson eyes glowered upon the sight beneath him. Veins protruded around his once smooth forehead as the corners of her lips curved downwards. A knot lodged deep between a pair of bushy brows. Demon King Lucifer the Prideful did not like how the events before him were transpiring. It was entertaining for quite some time, not until Selaphiel decided to turn her blades against her brethren for one measly Halfling, something he could not grasp.‘Hmmm… Angels aren’t that different from humans indeed,’ the demon king of the Nether World thought.Tapping his elongated fingernails against the armrest of his throne-like seat, he uttered under his breath. “How tragic. To think that creatures revered their kind for protection.” He cocked his head to the side, gaze filled with wonder. He continued, “Angels and humans are such a fickle being. I wonder why the Creator love them so much when they can be this pesky and&hel
Damon the Prideful’s eyelids twitched. The sound that resembled a howl of a wounded animal sent shivers down the very core of his being. It was quite a funny concept that his core wavered upon such anguished sound, as if his core answered it unknowingly – sympathized with it rather.‘Why sympathize for something trivial?’ Damon thought at the back of his flickering consciousness. It was an automatic response for someone like him who grew in the worst possible environment. After all, he was practically raised in hell and was raised by Lucifer himself, the demon king of the Nether World. And so, sympathy was a useless thing.Upon such train of thoughts, an image of winged Halfling flashed in his mind. The reason about sympathy and a shitload crap of bullshit about not giving a fuck vanished into thin air as he remembered that there was one existence that made him defy what he was blabbering at the back of his mind earlier. It was an existence whic
PAIN. The concept of pain was a foreign feeling for someone who was born from the emotions of pride and disparity. With his father the demon king of the Nether World and his mother a despairing demon king’s doll, Damon the Prideful grew up without the expectation of comfort. The concept of pain, crying, or getting even was something that was simply impossible to begin with. Instead, he pretended to feel them. Why did he do that? Simply out of pure curiosity, and after years of mimicking emotions, it became a second skin for Damon the Prideful. Until a winged Halfling with burning infernal passion that touched the locks of his abyss. Maleficent the Glutton waltzed in his life and wrecked havoc in it without second thoughts. For Damon, who was born and tasked to kill all Halflings, her peculiar constitution drew him to her. And the next thing he knew, he already found himself looking at her direction every now and then. And yet, just like how fa
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 failed to realize that it was only the prelude of the catastrophe he was walking into hand in hand with his beloved daughter.It turned out that he only brought his daughter to her rightful place only to betray her over and over again. Blinded by the concept of having a complete family with the woman he loved and their daughter, Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton neglected Maleficent the Glutton without realizing that he had pushed his daughter to the throes of death.Blood littered the Grand Duke Beelzebub’s clothes as floated side by side with Aurora also known by many as Selaphiel. It was the blood
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