Livvielove wrote all the dialogue for all the wonderful characters except Calypso, Fate, and Maleficent, though she helped me so much with Fate. She is the reason there is an update because she got all the wonderful screenshots and I can't say thank you enough! Some of the characters may seem a little different because they are in Livvielove's awesome game which has max settings while my game is
absolutely horrible a survivor. Thank you once again Livvielove! I can't say how much I truly appreciate it!
Read Livvielove's/Majnun's version
here. (Part 1) She goes more into detail about what the Initiation Ritual is incase you are confused and you get to see Majnun. Majnun is amazing.
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Maleficent stared at the paperwork, feelings of dread and worry sinking in. Where were the
rest of the death keepers? Was she really the goddess of Death or was this some joke? Bells were ringing in her head. She was hearing things...again. She needed to deal with the death keepers and the shades, vengeful spirits that had never truly found rest in the afterlife, and Thanatos, along with threat of wars. She ended up putting her head in her hands, listening to the chaotic sound of the bell ringing. She hadn’t even thought she would live this long. She had never believed she would become a goddess on top of that. She stared at the bell above her head.
“I’m seeing things...again.” She sighed and stared the paperwork. She wasn’t cut out for this it seemed, she couldn’t even bring her best friend back to life or find her spirit for that matter. She eyed the empty vial of vampire venom on her desk, a gift that had randomly shown up at her study. She gritted her teeth. The only reason she had served Fate and did her bidding was to protect Megan and she had failed. Miserably.
She wasn’t strong enough to go to war so why was she considering going to war? She shook her head. She was truly losing her mind. Wait, wasn’t she already insane or was she sane because she believed she was insane? Moldy devolution. Lazier tango. No, she was insane. Her hand touched where her scar had been only days before. It had disappeared. The scar that had made her a legend it seemed had disappeared out of thin air. The bell only seemed to get louder as Maleficent’s heart raced. Strange things had started to happen. She had started to crave blood even when she wasn’t around mortals. It was almost as if the world was forcing her to face the fact that her magic could not hold back her craving for blood or the side that had truly made her a vampire. Not that it mattered though. The Mad Hatter had come by to tell Maleficent that Kaida was a deathkeeper, something that she would have found out herself if she had looked a little longer in Bridgeport. Why was she so important to the goddess of Death it seemed? It was another puzzle piece she would have to figure out.
She hated puzzles. Not that she had ever had the chance to put a puzzle together, she hated them with a passion. They could always be put back together. She enjoyed destroying the pieces, shattering any hopes of the puzzle being truly completed. Hysteric cone. Suddenly a strange man walked into her study, a frown forming on his face as he looked at the bell above her head. Maleficent sighed and threw something at him, assuming he was a hallucination of sorts.
“I don’t have time for you right now! Go away! I’m working.” The random object bounced off the strange man and that was when Maleficent had known she had truly lost her mind. He grinned deviously at her.
“Tick-tock, Death Flower. You’re late for your own party.” He leaned against the wall and looked at her with his arms folded.
Maleficent stared at the strange man for what seemed like slanted accenting hours. She tilted her head, still not sure she should determine if he was real or not. Majnun. His name was Majnun, the god of Magic and Chaos. It suddenly clicked in her head.
"Who's funeral are we attending, oh wise voice in my head?" She shook her head as sanity suddenly returned to her mind.
"What is with the bell, Majnun?" Saying his name out loud was strange and it suddenly left Maleficent feeling as if she was in a dream of sorts. Majnun frowned slightly as she had said his name hesitantly, unable to comprehend who he was at the time. She had slept through her class about the ancient gods and hadn't shown up most days. Majnun suddenly grinned then and snapped his finger, causing the bell to vanish.
“Welcome to godhood. Those bells are your personal nuisance to remind you that you’re a god. Congratulations.” He grumbled then. “I really hate those stupid things. They drive everyone insane. That’s
my job.”
"Ah." Her eyes clouded with awareness as she just realized she had insulted the world's most powerful man and that the annoying bell had suddenly disappeared. "Sorry about that Majnun. It appears being here for a few hours with the paperwork has-" She searched for the right words. "made me question things in general." She grinned. "Is there cake at this funeral?" Majnun laughed harshly.
“I
wish there were cake. This will be the most boring funeral you’ll ever go to, Death Flower. It’s your own.” He gave her a wily grin. “Are you ready to meet the rest of the nuisances - er I mean, gods?” He already appeared to be irritated and the funeral hadn’t even begun yet. Maleficent laughed harshly.
"I thought they would dump my body somewhere first?" She shrugged. "Oh well. If I can get past my own funeral I'm getting cake." She shuddered as she imaged a room full of not just one Agonin, but many Agonins. She sighed. "Lets get this funeral with the Agon-other gods over with." She wouldn't be surprised if she was the laughing stock and apart of her didn't care. She was waiting impatiently for her cake and would try not to say anything that could possibly start a war. She stared at the empty vial of vampire venom and frowned.
“Fate sent you a welcome present already?” His voice was dark and he chuckled without amusement. “I am going to do you a service, Death Flower. Do not ask me why, for I do not know why I care as much as I do - but there is a rumor that Fate’s about to learn a very difficult lesson in how to behave to those more powerful than she.” His eyes were menacing, though the anger was not aimed at Maleficent. “If I were you, I would stay out of that fray.” His voice held a warning. Maleficent was tempted to take a step back, wondering what stupid thing Fate had done this time. She nodded as she stared at the vial.
"I'm done being stuck in her messes." She was tempted to sigh. She was
hoping she was done. She knew that no matter how much Fate, the goddess of Fate, denied it, she had a power addiction. Maleficent was aware that the only reason she had descendants in the first place was to maintain her power and along the way tortured them for more power. She still remembered the few moments she was forced to report to her as she screamed in agony from not having enough power. Majnun nodded and summoned a portal.
“Do not count your horseshoes before they sprout.”
She understood him perfectly. She did not know what the future held and she may be dragged into Fate's plans by force. Fate wore many masks, sometimes wanting you to be terrified of her and other times acting as if she was a terrified child. The only predictable thing about her was that she was
never what she seemed to be. Maleficent sighed. "Of course." She stepped through the portal, unaware of what awaited her. When she arrived to what she assumed was the meeting hall, she stared at it quizzically before harding her face into an emotionless mask. Everything was neat and orderly with a simple table in the middle surrounded by chairs. Doors lined the strange room as Maleficent stepped out of the one Majnun just had.
Malice, who Maleficent assumed was the god of Night, leaned across the table first and stared at Maleficent with humor and coldness in his eyes - a strange combination. He grinned widely to show off his fangs more than a gesture of friendliness.
“Well, well. Look what the clown drug in - you’re a little young, aren’t you lass?” His eyes narrowed. “And you’re one of my own blood! How marvelous.” His tongue ran over his fangs and Majnun rolled his eyes with annoyance. Yes. This would be a
very long night for Maleficent. She was tempted to roll her eyes but thought better of the gesture. She wasn’t to be seen as a child by these people even if she was just a child in their years of ‘wisdom.’ Adessa, what Maleficent assumed was the goddess of Betrayal, who sat next to Malice leaned forward and giggled with glee.
“Fresh blood! Oh it’s been so, very long since we’ve had someone new here.” She pursed her lips sweetly. “I’m Adessa, darling.” Her hand reached under the table and after it came out a bright pink, poison apple appeared in it. She rolled it across the table at Maleficent. A direct insult, considering the poison apple was the symbol of Maleficent who was enslaved by Fate. It appeared the gods had just started to throw petty insults at Maleficent. This was
indeed a boring funeral. No cake and no real entertainment?
Maleficent sighed as she stared at the poison apple that was suppose to be meant as a petty insult. She had heard worse in her time and already noted that Adessa, the goddess of Betrayal, and Malice, the god of the Night, thought similarly, thus meaning they could possibly have an alliance. She took the apple into her hand and stared at carefully before a wicked smile came upon her face.
"This apple seems to be only roughly a century old Adessa." She watched as the apple decayed in her hands and waited patiently for another insult. Malice, the god of Darkness, claimed to only have daughters so if she had any blood relation to him he would have under most circumstances denied it by now. She was tempted to shrug. Majnun chuckled and leaned back at the table.
“Welcome to the pantheon, Death Flower.” Majnun sighed and stretched before putting his feet on the table.
Agonin scowled at him. “Majnun. Feet… off!” Majnun rubbed the bottoms of his shoes on the table.
“Does it bother you, oh austere one?” He grinned and looked around the room. “You all are a bunch of party poopers. Where are your manners? Are you going to make me do all the work?” He shrugged and didn’t wait for anyone to respond. “Fine, fine. That lovely -” He coughed and slyly added, “petulant child,” he chuckled and straightened, “lady is our Adessa, the goddess of Betrayal. The corpse next to her is bat-boy. Hello, bat-boy.” He waved at Malice patronizingly. “Oh, and the one with the stick up his bum next to you is Agonin.” Agonin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly.
“Majnun, I think that’s enough for now, thanks.” He stared at Majnun who shrugged. Agonin took in a breath and gestured to the table. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Maleficent.” His voice was cordial, as what Maleficent assumed was normal for him. Majnun gagged dramatically as he spoke. “I am the god of Order.”
Maleficent nearly bursted out laughing, finally knowing her guesses of who was who were right. Instead she managed a small smile and keep a round of laughter from erupting. Agonin was the god of Order, no surprise there, the old-bat was the god of Darkness, and Adessa was the goddess of Betrayal. Maleficent grinned.
"It is very interesting to finally meet you in person Agonin." She noted as a blue haired woman with eyes of shattered glass and Fate were staring at her. Fate finally spoke, staring at her nails in a mixture of boredom and pity. Fate finally looked up from her nails. She took in a breath, not meeting Majnun’s level glare in favor of Maleficent.
“It is
such a shame to see you here, Maleficent. I was hoping you would live a little longer to see your family die.”
Majnun sighed and gave Maleficent a stare that expressed his annoyance before rolling his eyes goofily. “Granddaughter. You did not introduce yourself to your family member. Rude.” He pointed at the empty chair next to her with an insane grin. “Maleficent, that is Fate, the goddess of Fate. She seems to have left her manners in the same place with her common sense.” He paused and began pointing at people from across the way. “The doe-eyed serpent is Calypso, the goddess of the Sea. Aren’t we all just a lively bunch today.” He scowled. Maleficent felt confusion cloud her mind as she stared at Calypso and Fate acting as if they were old friends. She had remembered a lesson in class about the brutal wars the goddesses had fought against each other for sirens. Of course, the teacher had believed it was all just legends in the end. She was surprised that Majnun had defended her and wondered if it was just that a war was in the horizon. Fate spoke up, trying to win a battle that was already lost.
"It appears that the girl is too weak to fight her own battles." Maleficent didn't even try to conceal the round of laughter that overcame her. She was
suppose to not anger her or be caught up in what was coming.
Majnun’s hand hit the table harshly. “It appears a little child is pretending she can play ball with the big boys.” He glared at Fate then. “What? You’ll sneak around pretending to be a big-shot but you can’t seem to keep it up when insanity is looking you in the eyes? If you think Maleficent is weak, then what does that make you?” He clenched his fists, his glare could set something on fire right now, and he focused it entirely on Fate. Maleficent knew he would make her squirm. A man who had been resting his head on the table shook awake and glared at Majnun.
“Keep it down, pops. No need to yell.” He grumbled, still hungover from the night before.
Agonin leaned over to Maleficent and whispered to her, “that’s Vinyx, the god of Debauchery - he… is very rarely conscious for these things.” Majnun gritted his teeth, his glare still on Fate, waiting to see if she would still challenge him.
Maleficent stared at the two fighting with a mixture of fear and awe. It was clear that Fate had challenged the
wrong god. Fate surprisingly kept her mouth shut as she leaned back in her chair and sighed, already bored with everything that was happening. She always seemed to appear bored. Everything clicked in Maleficent's head as she watched Calypso mumble a few words under her breath, causing Vinyx to launch up in his seat. Maleficent nodded as Agonin spoke, noting the other god's expressions. It seemed a huge war was brewing between Fate and Majnun. It wasn't two wars the Mad Hatter had warned her about with his appearance, it was a huge war between the gods. If she was right it meant that Calypso, Malice, and Fate would challenge Majnun. Perhaps Adessa would go after him also. She frowned as she studied the situation.
Majnun shook his head. She received his message loud and clear. He looked around to see if anyone else would challenge him and was met with silence. He rolled his neck and sat back in his chair. Agonin cleared his throat and motioned across the way to the the man and woman who were standing.
“Here, Maleficent, those two are Carule and Eravaeral. The gods of Love. Carule is the god of Marriage and Commitment, and Eravaeral is the goddess of Lust and Beauty.” He spoke with a level voice, trying to pass the silence. Chatter slowly picked up among the gods with the tension between Fate and Majnun now diffused. Carule nodded his head slightly, his eyes lingering on Maleficent.
“You will be lucky in love in your future.” His voice was very warm and welcoming. He hummed with thought as he stared at her. “You’ll have a successful marriage to a loyal husband. Not too shabby.” He laughed with beautiful laughter.
Maleficent bursted out laughing at the word 'husband' and didn't even hear Eravaeral until the last moment.
"People at the table right now." Maleficent quizzically stared at the table and shrugged. People were at the table. Then she chuckled as she realized that Eravaeral must have complimented her in someway. She tried to stifle another round of laughter as she tried to addressed Carule and Eravaeral. 'Loyal husband.' What kind of world did she live in where she would have a 'loyal husband?' She frowned as she realized what a 'loyal husband' would mean. She would trick the fool into marrying her. She would end up like Fate. She shrugged. Megan would have wanted to meet Cupid and Eravaeral.
"It was nice to meet you two?" She managed a small smile, trying to make sure she hadn't offended Cupid too badly.
Agonin cleared his throat and gave Majnun a confused look. He flicked his wrist and the woman who was reading casually from a book had her book yanked away from under her, causing the book to slam into Vinyx who had tried to go back to sleep.
“Majnun!” She scolded him and he chuckled. The woman seemed irritated that her book had been jerked away from her Vinyx also shot awake and glared at her, “Was that really necessary?!” He grumbled.
“Maleficent, you’ve met Vinyx, and that’s Irena, the goddess of Knowledge. Don’t mind her, she’s always catty when it comes to her books.” Majnun said after taking in a breath. Irena scowled at him and then eyed Maleficent skeptically. “Hybrid - Vampire and Magical Source. Meh, I suppose it’s nothing special after Thanatos, but I wonder if this will be a common occurrence. I’ll need to do some research on it.” She hastily grabbed her book back from in front of Vinyx, giving Majnun one last glare before she disappeared back into her book. Across the way, a quiet man in all white was waving at Irena, trying to get her attention. When her nose went back into her book he changed color to blue and looked at the table defeatedly. Majnun chuckled and leaned over to Maleficent.
“That’s Taelagor - god of Elements. He’s been obsessed with Irena ever since Carule told him he’d love a bookworm.” He grinned at her deviously.
Maleficent stared quizzically at Irena. A common occurrence? Would that mean Maleficent would replace in the same time frame as Thanatos was because of her similar hybrid nature? Maleficent felt a pang of pity for Taelagor, unable to wonder why. Love seemed to just mess with everyone, why was everyone then desperate to have it? Maleficent smiled warmly, something she rarely did.
"The god of the Elements?" She chuckled. "Have you ever met Mercy, Taelagor?"
Majnun leaned over and clear his throat awkwardly. “Death Flower… Taelagor does not have a voice. He cannot speak to you normally.” Taelagor turned from blue to red as he passed fire between his fingers. He pointed two fingers at her and sparks flew out. He gave her a grin either way and shrugged loosely. With that he focused his gaze on her.
"We have met, indeed. She is well on her way to becoming my High Priestess of Fire. Don't let the gods scare you, they're mostly bark and no bite." After a moment he stretched and gave her a thumbs up before his color returned to white and he moved to stare longer at Irena. Maleficent grinned and resisted the urge to clap. She rolled her eyes.
“Of course she would. Thanks Taelagor.” Mercy would finally be able to set things on fire without worrying.
Maleficent relaxed, noting that was one less family member she would have to keep out of trouble. She had been trying to protect her family her whole life but instead had been torturing them because Fate had commanded her to. It was a coward’s way out of the mess. She would make it up to them if she could, even if she died trying. Majnun nudged her with his arm, and pointed to the man tending to a plant further down the table.
“That’s Spinner, god of Nature.” Spinner, hearing his name being called, glowered at him slightly before returning his gaze to what he had been working on. Majnun moved and pointed to the distant looking woman next to Spinner. “That’s Sanja, the goddess of Dreams.”
Sanja turned and looked at Maleficent then, her eyes distant as she seemed to look right into Maleficent. “Hello.” Her voice sounded hollow as she spoke. Sanja snapped her fingers and a strange mirror appeared in front of Maleficent.
Majnun grumbled and glared at Sanja. This didn’t seem too uncommon. Maleficent stared at the mirror as she killed her family. A single thought repeated in her head
this is a trick. Maleficent didn’t even resist the urge to roll her eyes and stared at the mirror with boredom. She shoved it away and it vanished before she turned her eyes back to Majnun.
“And that’s the pantheon… the only ones left are-” He paused as he could feel the room start trembling.
The whole room grew eerily silent as everyone stopped what they were doing.
Maleficent felt the magic shift in the room. “Time?”
Her question was quickly answered by the looks of the other god’s faces. Majnun turned and looked at her sternly, all insanity was gone from his eyes. “
Yvaine. Trenadira. Jyri.” He whispered their names as his eyes scanned the room then. “Past, present, and future. The Sisters of Time. They wish to see what you’re made of, Death Flower.” The room rumbled once again and Majnun took in a deep breath, he leaned closer to Maleficent’s ear. “If there is anyone here that you should fear - it is them.”
Maleficent took a deep breath in, still wondering if the world had picked her as a joke or if this was a delusional dream and she was going to wake up with Fate laughing at her. She spoke quietly and quickly.
"Where do I go?"
As if the room responded to her question, the metal doors to the back room swung open. Majnun eyed it carefully and looked back to her, giving her a nod. Maleficent moved to stand and Majnun grabbed her wrist, looking at her firmly.
“Good luck.” He said levelly. He grabbed her wrist and his voice appeared in her head.
“The gods will be merciless when you step out of that room. Keep your chin up, you will not fall.” He let go of her wrist and laughed mercilessly, pretending he had done something to her mind. Maleficent played along and snatched her wrist back before starting her long walk towards the now open doors. Majnun had given her a warning. She was tempted to shake her head. She hadn’t understood what she had done to deserve such kindness, but she was not foolish to not think there was a price for everything. She had learned that at a young age. She would pay him back. She would
never forget that everything came with a price.
Agonin gave Maleficent a curt nod, seeming as level as he did before. Carule and Eravaeral gave her glances of pity. Adessa was smiling deviously, her eyes looking her up and down. A throaty giggle came from her and she shook with glee. Malice was reclining back in his seat and his predatory eyes followed Maleficent as she walked. Spinner grinned deviously before drawing his hand across his throat, pretending it was her throat being slit and playing dead as children would do to threaten someone. Vinyx didn’t raise his head, but he gave her a thumbs down as his face rested against his arms. Irena looked at her and shook her head with annoyance before turning back to her book. Taelagor gave her a gentle smile, but there was concern and doubt hidden behind it. Calypso laughed as Maleficent made her way to the door and Fate offered a few words of encouragement.
“I always love hearing them scream. Try not to make a mess.” Maleficent didn’t even turn back to acknowledge any of them as she walked through the door that would lead to her destruction or her redemption.
The doors shut closed automatically as Maleficent studied the room. Everything was white and orderly. The walls were white, the floors were white, the chairs were white, the desk was white, everything was drenched in the wretched color of Order. How many had died staring at these walls? Maleficent took another deep breath, a burst of insanity escaping her lips as she stared at the table with a simple clock on it. “They finally made good on their threats and locked me in an asylum.” All the sudden three disembodied voices spoke. Maleficent looked around the room, trying to locate who the voices belonged to.
Maleficent. Labelle. Hybrid. Vampire. Source. Death. The voices sounded like snakes, just a whisper in her ear.
Prove your worth and keep your life. Demonstrate your power or have it taken from your husk. Begin.
Maleficent jerked back, staring at the room that could be the last thing she would see. It wasn’t death she feared, it was what would happen to her family because of her death. Not everything was what it seemed. She stared at the walls and the floor, trying to figure out how to show her power. Power. What did that word truly mean? What were they truly asking? Maleficent closed her eyes and replayed the question in her mind. It was an indirect question asking what power meant to her. What did it? Maleficent thought of what power meant to others. Being able to kill others? Maleficent shook her head. That wasn’t power, that was cowardly. What did power mean? Maleficent could sort paperwork but what good did that do? Was that the true meaning of power? Maleficent knew the answer. Power was the thing that had once made you helpless that you were able to defeat. Her best friend, Megan, had believed she wasn’t a lost cause.
She knew the answer to their question. She couldn’t stop Megan’s death before, she couldn’t bring her back because she didn’t believe she could. She believed she was powerless. She couldn’t locate her spirit in the realm of the dead. Maleficent twisted her hands and ashes appeared where they weren’t before. Her eyes flickered open as she whispered a few words under her breathe. Suddenly the ashes built up to resemble a body of a person she once knew. Her friend appeared before her, grinning strangely. Her skin turned a dark green and she appeared to have strange markings on her face. She suddenly stared at her hands that both had a strange tattoo of a skeleton hand. Her eyes turned a bright green before she was transported out of the room.
Maleficent. Labelle. Death. Do not disappoint us.The voices of Time vanished out of Maleficent’s head as she fell to the ground, trembling. She allowed herself a few moments of rest before staring at the doors in anticipation. Majnun had warned her about the gods. What was the best course of action then? Maleficent sighed as she stared at where her friend had been moments before. She knew they hadn’t killed her again. It was something she had just known in those few seconds she had vanished from the room. The thought was almost comforting. Almost. She stood cautiously on her feet and walked towards the door, making sure she could walk well enough to not tremble in the god's presence. She had never felt more drained in her life but she would not falter in the god’s presence.
Maleficent opened the door with determination, stepping out and impatiently waiting for the insults to be bombarded at her. She was not disappointed. Suddenly poison apples arrived in all directions, heading towards her. Maleficent stepped out of the way of them, watching as each splattered as they hit the ground. Maleficent suddenly heard a laughter full of cruel insanity, knowing exactly who it belonged to.
“Always a servant in the end.” Fate smiled darkly. Maleficent sighed. She had
plenty of things to say about Fate and how she always bended to her power addiction, but decided it was wise to keep her mouth shut. “I have heard this insult before. Next.” Majnun grinned.
Irena was the next to speak. “You’re just a child. You’re powerful, but just a child. It’ll only be a matter of time until you break.” Her gaze was cold and unwavering. “Thanatos was exceptionally intelligent; you are not. You may be the
true goddess of Death, but you will crumble under the weight.” Vinyx and Eravaeral spoke next, Maleficent barely even bothered to hear whatever they were going to insult her about. Vinyx was too drunk to usually lift his head so Maleficent was surprised when he did and he managed to mumble a few words that she didn’t pay attention to. Eravaeral laughed, most likely adding onto whatever Vinyx had said. Maleficent sighed, already bored as she heard the last things Eravaeral said.
“You look exhausted!” She tapped her chest. “You can take a nap on me, baby girl!”
Malice shook his head. “Do not patronize one of my daughters.” He spoke with fake concern in his voice. “It’s clear she bends to the will of the important people in this room.” His eyes locked onto Fate and he gave her a wicked smile. “She’s nothing but a loyal servant.” He echoed. Maleficent rolled her eyes. She knew when to keep her mouth shut and accepted the facts. She was the weakest one in the room and saying anything right now would add fuel to the fire. She waited impatiently for the gods to keep insulting her. She had already heard these insults before and she was waiting for them to be done with their petty game. They were powerful and she wasn’t stupid enough to provoke them.
Majnun leaned forward on a hand and raised his eyebrow. “Bah, she doesn’t belong to you. She belongs to
me.” He summoned an apple, red and ripe and twisted it in his hands. “As anyone does who’s lost their mind.” He chuckled darkly.
Spinner rolled his eyes, “oh great, that’s
just what we need. Majnun nearly ran the Land of the Dead into the ground with his madness, and she’s
just like him.”
“Darn straight.” Majnun grinned as he bit into the apple and stared at Maleficent with teasing in his eyes and he winked at her before throwing his half-eaten apple at her, deliberately missing and nailing Eravaeral in the side. She glared at him and he shrugged. “What? Everyone else was throwing apples. I just wanted to get involved.”
Adessa pursed her lips and shook her head, “the old man is being soft on her. Looks like Maleficent’s a daddy’s girl.”
Malice chuckled darkly, “of course she was. She was the one who ended her dear daddy’s life, right daughter?”
Adessa laughed with glee and clapped. “How wonderful! There’s hope for her yet! Tell me, darling, was it fun knowing watching your father slowly die all while knowing it was all your fault?” She faked a frown. “Poor baby. Mummy abandoned you after that.” She laughed loudly. “Oh, but your darling Fate took care of you, didn’t she?” Her eyes met with Fates as she grinned wickedly. “That’s where your loyalties are, right, darling?” She pulled a poison apple out of the air again and she spun it as she tossed it in the air and caught it again. “Oh my! Fate looks parched - positively parched! You’re a servant, right? Fetch her something to drink, pup.”
Maleficent laughed lightly, enjoying each insult a little more. They were just repeating the same things. She kept her mouth shut and waited to see if anyone would actually come up with anything new. She resisted the urge to grin at Majnun and instead started tapping impatiently on the table.
Irena eyed Maleficent levelly. Was that respect? Maleficent was tempted to laugh. Of course it wasn’t respect. i]Keep going, Death Flower.[/i] Majnun whispered in her head. Maleficent had suffered worse but she had to stifle a smile that would have made it's way onto her face because of Majnun's encouragements.
Sanja turned her distant gaze on Maleficent then. “Someone is avoiding the things that make her uncomfortable. Perhaps we should make your dad’s nightmares a reality.” Her distant gaze moved to Malice then.
Malice chuckled darkly and looked at his nails with a sigh. “Oh Sanja, you’re so dark, my dear… I love it.” He gave Maleficent a twisted look. “It would only take a snap of my fingers to order your father to kill your mother. How does that sound darling? Get back at dear-old-mom for abandoning you?”
Adessa’s laughter echoed off the walls eerily. “Do it, Malice! Do it!”
Maleficent sighed. At least this was a
new threat. Of course, Astra was currently locked into a tomb so if Malice wanted to try to have Christian kill her it would cause more trouble than it was worth. Maleficent noted something though. Malice was combative and that could easily get him killed. He didn't know when to step down and admit when he was wrong. That was dangerous. Very, very, dangerous.
Calypso laughed lightly. "If I don't remember you were nearly killed by a siren, isn't that right? Didn't you have that wretched scar from when she tried to have you claw your own eyes out?" She smiled at Maleficent. "The people you consider family are still trying to kill you and all you do is bend for them you stupid child." Maleficent stared at Calypso, a bad feeling forming in the pit of her stomach as Calypso mentioned Maleficent's family trying to kill her. It was a hint for sure, a very small hint of something to happen. What was it though? She was tempted to see if she should anger her to try and get more information out, but decided against it. It wasn't wise to try to get more information out in front of the other gods if she could.
Vinyx lifted his head lazily mumbling a few words Maleficent actually paid attention to, “heck, Taelagor talks more than this brood.”
Spinner didn’t look up from his plant, “don’t think too hard about it Vinyx. It’ll hurt what few brain cells you have left.” He shrugged. “She’s just doing what children do and throwing a tantrum because she’s not having her way.”
“She’ll run home and cry to her parents! ‘Boohoo! I can’t handle being a goddess. No one pities me anymore.’” Adessa mocked before she broke out into laughter.
Majnun sighed and rested his head back in the chair, idly staring at the ceiling. “Yes, yes, she’s a child. Can’t you think of something better than that?” He rolled his head forward and stared at Maleficent with hard eyes. “Do you remember the day you lost your mind, Death Flower?” He tipped his head sideways. “I do.” He grinned at her darkly. “You raised someone from the dead and now that someone is going to hurt your family. Are you pleased with yourself, Death Flower? The crevice of dragons burn down flamingos. Your mind will twist inside itself. The water is a ruse. Stay out of the way, little Death Flower, for I fear you might snap. The insanity will swallow you whole.”
Adessa snickered. “What gibberish are you going on about, you old clown? You’re life is being sucked from you along with your cruelty. You’ve lost your edge.”
Majnun flicked his finger and three daggers were driven into the seat, grazing her skin on either side of her face and one by her neck, causing her to bleed slightly. “What was that? I cannot hear you - you seem to have nearly caught something in your throat.” He said darkly.
Maleficent thought over Majnun’s hint that was disguised as an insult. Calypso must have meant water which meant Calypso was just saying something to get a reaction out of her and it wasn’t to be taken seriously. A dark smile crept onto her face. James, the person that had raised Maleficent, would try to kill her family. He would not get far. She needed to stay out of the mess because it must be tied into the war somehow. The dragons must have been tied to Dragon Valley. She needed to look into Dragon Valley, but not get into the mess. She had a feeling that he had meant that the war was going to get very, very nasty.
Maleficent waited as the last insults stopped flying and she could finally go back to her study. She was tempted to sigh with relief. She grinned. "It has been a pleasure meeting all of you. I hope to learn from your achievements and your mistakes." She opened the portal to her realm, not even bothering to see what the gods thought. Only one voice echoed in her head as she returned to her realm,
Well done, Death Flower. 
Megan waited for her, trying to be serious but nearly squealing as she ran to squeeze Maleficent in a hug.
“I NEVER thought I would see you again! Did you meet Carule? I have started some paper-”
Maleficent waved her away, smiling as she did so. Her voice croaked, “Glad to have you back.” Megan nodded and concern flooded her face. “What do gods do to rest?”
“I’m going to take a nap. On the floor.”
Megan’s face flooded with worry as Maleficent fell onto the floor, her eyes slamming shut from exhaustion.
Megan sighed and brought a pillow and a blanket for Maleficent before going to Maleficent’s desk and doing paperwork. Maleficent had survived the trial to become a goddess and had held her head high as the most powerful beings insulted her. Most of all, she was free from Fate. She could finally make a difference starting with the death keepers and shades. After that? She would find away to prove to Majnun that there was a reason for him to be proud of her, as long as her family wasn’t hurt in the process and she could do her job the best she could. She would soon learn that nothing is as permanent as it seems and that breaking was inevitable.
