Blurred silhouettes that were hovering above her were the first image that Maleficent saw upon opening her eyes. The ache that spread around her muscles restricted her from sitting up or even moving an inch from her position. Her throat was parched as if she was exposed to a long drought and her lips were chapped. Cent did not know why she was feeling these as if she was dead tired from traveling though she did not remember what transpired after being swallowed by the black hole created by her father.
Cent could not remember anything but one word that was whispered right next to her ear.
“Interesting.”
She did not know who uttered that word but the single word stuck to her like glue. Cent knew that if she exp
Clad in her usual gothic dress made of black lace and black stockings paired with black-colored wedge sandals. Maleficent’s long raven hair fell like waterfalls onto her back as she sashayed towards the dining room. The empty hallway that she walked past was decorated with paintings hanging to the dark-painted walls. The paintings depicted images of different creatures which were having a feast with the humans as food – at every apex of the center stood an image of a bat-like beast with a familiar-looking set of horns and pair of wings. Cent concluded that the paintings were the history of this mansion and were painted by her father. Aside from paintings, statues made of marble littered everywhere and the images were angels being stepped on by a winged demon. Instead of shivering, Cent felt like it was only natural since she dreamed of morbid scenes like these when she was still in the human realm also
RANCID CITY (the Capital City of the Nether World – south of the Imperial Palace) One day before the Festival under the Hallow Fields at the Grand Duke Beelzebub’s territories, with the permission from the demon lord of Gluttony himself, Maleficent together with Gukasho and Frankenstein traveled to the Rancid City. This time, they used the magic carriage rather than moving through the shadows in consideration for what happened at Cent the last time she used the portal made of shadow arts.The moment she arrived at the buzzing capital city of the Nether World, hundreds of Slaughter butterflies were released behind Gukasho and Frankenstein’s back – for espionage and information gathering, though one butterfly was sent to deliver a message. Hunger, on the other hand, stayed inside her shadow
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