“For me? What is for me?” For Maleficent the Glutton, if only she heard it on the other day right before she died; she bet her ass that she would have flipped. But after experiencing the hollow abyss brought by infamous death, her eyes opened for a perspective that she thought she would never ever have.Upon her series of questions, the recipients of her questions stopped whatever shit they were doing.Maleficent the Glutton could not help but frown as she cocked her head and waited for them to finally look in her direction. She was floating at their back. She could also feel the stare of the demon king who hovered over them like a veil. Maleficent the Glutton wandered her gaze around but she could not find any traces of Gabriel the Faithful. Somehow, the black-colored wings of her mother were an explanation enough.“Isn’t it a bit too late for your filial piety, guys? I mean, it’s not like I didn’t die and come back. Anyway &

Standing a good distance from the battlefield where blood and magic had been spilled for quite some time now, Apollo Sky the Loyal – whose white-feathered wings were spread out in the darkened skies of the Nether World – cocked his head. His cerulean eyes flashed with relief and wariness for even Maleficent the Glutton was given a chance by the Higher Creator of the realms, the irrefutable fact that an archangel had turned into a fallen one was something that Heavenly World could not let go of – especially his father.“What are you waiting for?” Apollo Sky the Loyal, a guardian angel apprentice, did not beat around the bush. With glancing at the man beside him, he asked his father. Gone was the tremble in his voice. It had long vanished after seeing how Maleficent the Glutton defied the norms. A slap or two were the least of his concern. The well-being of his friends and the Transylvania Academy were Apollo Sky’s priority. After all, this w

Imagine a place where it was always night and you were waiting for the dawn that would never come – Damon the Prideful also known as the unbeatable tool of the Demon King Lucifer the Prideful. He was there. He grew up there. He grew up deep inside an ocean of vast emptiness. Damon the Prideful had no one to save him.The Nether World consumed everything, leaving only a sheer emptiness in its wake. Because of this, the halfling prince had become a hollow being as well.Though Damon the Prideful had a mother locked by his father to keep him on leash, Damon the Prideful had no one. He was a doomed outsider. As a child, he was once afraid of the dark – of what were lurking beyond the grimed veil.“Trample those who dare stand your path. Believe it, Damon, and you will have a chance to get your way out of this shithole. Do not let go of your anger, it will serve you will,” said his mother after their first encounter. The young halfling prince

Grand Duke Beelzebub pushed both Maleficent and Selaphiel behind him as if a mere action could protect the two from the conniving eyes of the Demon King Lucifer the Prideful.But Maleficent had enough of the demon king’s crap. And so, she moved past her father and mother. Her wings took her right in front of the smirking demon king. Flying a mere couple of meters from the ruler of the Nether World in a matter of seconds, Maleficent cocked her head as she crossed her arms before her.“Are you sure you want to stay here and burn me and my dear ones for the sake of your petty entertainment, Your Royal Wickedness?” Maleficent the Glutton mirrored her opponent’s smirk.A pair of red and green clashed.“Maleficent!” On cue, the grand duke and the fallen angel appeared right beside the Glutton Heir. The lord of darkness was about to open his lips for a round of profanities for his daughter’s recklessness when Maleficent

Maleficent the Glutton could not contain the corners of her lips from stretching up after seeing the frowning face of Damon as she flew beside him. “So grumpy,” she mumbled under her breath.A scoff replied from her statement without even looking at her. Gaze fixated to the clash of green and red a couple of hundred meters away from them. Because of this, Maleficent was a hundred percentile sure that the halfling prince – her lover and past rival – was angry from what she did.Maleficent inched herself closer towards him – acting cute as she pouted her lips. She was sure that had she not died then she would never ever think of doing something like this. Before she died, Maleficent would consider pouting as an act of pettiness. But now, Maleficent realized that even for an immortal, life was still short. It was contradictory, yes. But dying from the holy relic of the bastard Gabriel the Faithful made her see things beyond the concept of imm