With her head lying on his bare chest while her legs linked onto his body with nothing between but body heat, the two enjoyed the night after the wretched meeting of Halflings along with their demon kin. The crimson and azure hue embers were peaking beyond the curtains before it could penetrate the drapes that surrounded the messy bed.Gone were the clothes the demon prince and the Glutton heir were wearing. They laid like trash on the bed’s feet after being discarded in a frenzied state after the stressful discussion had been dealt with. The sheets of the bed were wrinkled as if a storm wreaked havoc upon it, but it was not a storm nor a battle that transpired here – but a passionate exchange of body heat and bodily fluids.Maleficent the Glutton did not know when she stopped counting how many times they did it. But when they reached the tenth time by midnight, she stopped caring about the Battle of Halflings which would happen a week from now and decided to enjoy her orgasms as she

“Maleficent, your lovesick parents are back in your estate in the Nether World. Don’t you worry. Your mother and father seems to eat a happy pill after their date, so they did not mind that you were not there like what your promise." Damon sighed as he tugged his silky raven hair before he stared at the woman he cherished more than his life, "Like seriously, Maleficent? I waited for you since the sun is yet to hit its peak! Why make a promise when you knew you can’t be there?”A low guttural growl followed Damon's remark, who was now in his transformed wolf form just to dash faster — he was so frustrated that he failed to remember that he got a teleportation skill. But Maleficent the Glutton only rolled her eyes before she handed the lottery number that Headmaster Kraken made her take blindly from the latter's magic box. “I got a number that states who will be my next enemy. Aren't you curious who I will be fighting? Who knows? It might be you?" Her perfectly carved eyebrows wiggled

Maleficent the Glutton was standing behind the tent that was set up for the Glutton Territory when her bored emerald eyes caught someone's silhouette which made her freeze for a good moment."Steffan?" Maleficent the Glutton asked herself as she stared at the person before her. Flashback..MALEFICENT! Maleficent!” Only one person called her that, it was Steffan, the young volunteer who visited her foster home the other week. He took a liking to her ‘quirks’. He meant her eyes that had always dark circled like she spent weeks without sleep or the way how pale her skin was even if she played under the sun or how her eyes were so dark like they were some kind of bottomless pit. Steffan liked it.Cent spun her feet away from the running sunshine. She was afraid that she would get burned with his sunny attitude, no matter how crazy that may sound for her. “Hey.” He was still able to catch up to her.“What do you want? Don’t you have school or something?” She clutched her sketchpad to her

"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

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