PROLOGUE
Oh screw it, I'm writing this story. The prompt for it was given to me by Cat-Stat-Ave. It's not EXACTLY what they suggested, but the initial idea came from them. This is set in an Alternate Universe from the story line, and I'm hoping this story will be less than ten chapters. But with me, you never know.
Let me know if you guys like this at all; I kind of already have a really epic idea for the ending if it all works out. Also let me know if you have better title ideas.
I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil.
GENERAL POV, 14 YEARS AGO
"You're sure this is the one?" he growled, glaring down at the crystal ball the fortune teller had set in front of him.
She snickered, running her talons across the smooth surface and lifting her reptilian eyes to meet his gaze. "Certain," she hissed. "He is the one. You get him in your grasp and on your side, you will not lose. I guarantee it."
He stood calmly, moving to the other side of the table and leaning over to whisper in the teller's pointed ears. "Can you guarantee your silence?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, her look calculating. "For a price," she decided.
His hand shot out and clasped around her throat too quickly for her to move. He brought the struggling demon to eye level and snarled. "Will your life suffice?" he threatened her softly.
She grabbed at his hand desperately, her eyes flashing in anger. "For now," she spat out. "But be warned. Your success was not all I saw. I saw your destruction. If you lose him-"
"I won't," he snapped.
"If you do," she continued, her nails digging firmly into his hand. "You will fail."
His eyes flared in anger and he threw her to the ground in fury, pressing a knee to her chest and clamping his fingers firmly around her neck, closing off the passage of air. "I won't."
In disgust, he slammed her head back to the ground and stormed out, slicing open a portal between dimensions and stepping through as quietly as possible.
The room was dark, save for a small nightlight glowing in the corner in the shape of a star. He scoffed in annoyance at the sight and let his eyes adjust until he was able to make out the shape of the crib against the far wall. He strode over silently, his shoes barely scuffing against the carpet, and leered down at the sleeping infant.
"My destruction, hmm?" he pondered softly, reaching down to slide the baby into his arms.
The child squirmed at the interruption of sleep but settled quickly as he started making shushing sounds and rocking the baby back into a slumber. He pulled the scissors out once more and slid them down through the air, glancing around the room once to pick out the name of the child.
His eyes alighted on the monogrammed blanket in the crib and a demonic smile slid across his face as he stepped back into his own dimension, cleaving the portal shut behind him and striding to his private library. His fingers ran swiftly across the bindings and he pulled out a book of spells and potions, flipping open to a page midway in the book and smiling down at it before glancing at the baby.
"We'll just see about that, won't we Marco?"
Review?