Chernabog sat upon his immense seat of skulls in his firey throne room down in Hell. It had been a fairly normal day for him: corrupting souls, striking sinister deals, causing natural diasters, and overall, just spreading the shadows of evil across the world. However, despite the routine day, this evil incarnate was physically exhausted to the point of near collapse, a feeling virtually unknown to the demon king.

But why had he fealt this exhaustion? Was he growing too old to continue his Hellish reign? Was Belobog using this to attack and put an end to him? Before he had time to ponder these questions, the answer stormed in through the door. Like a gust of wind, Maleficent, his daughter, appeared.

Maleficent was the result of an affair Chernabog had with a particularly nasty witch. Despite being half-demon and half-witch, Maleficent indentified herself as a fairy. She had taken up this false indentification as a plan to seduce Oberon, the king of the fairies, and, while the plan fell to pieces, her reputation as a powerful fairy lived on.

It wasn't hard for Chernabog to guess what had happened. The pungent stench of holy light practically radiated from her. The scowl on her face filled in the other details.

"Bit off more than you could chew, huh?" Chernabog roared, half laughing.

Maleficent was not the least bit amused.

"I thought you had hidden the Sword of Truth where no man would ever find it," Maleficent spat.

"I did," Chernabog stated, "But apparently I didn't hide it where no fairy would ever find it."

Chernabog roared with laughter. Maleficent continued to scowl.

"There, you've had a good laugh at my expense. Now restore my anchor to the human world," Maleficent demanded.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid that I can't," Chernabog said, coming to a decrescendo in his laugh.

"What?" Maleficent asked, shocked.

"You were slain by a holy weapon," Chernabog explained, "My powers have no hold over it's effects."

Maleficent stood there with her mouth hanging open, a firey rage combined with pure horror in her eyes. The sorceress then screamed and disappeared in a flurry of green fire. She reappeared in the grand hall of King Steffan's castle. The castle was alive and jubilant again which meant that Flora's spell had been undone, which in turn meant that Maleficent's own spell had been broken. On top of this, no one seemed to notice her.

To the sound of trumpets and jubilant music playing, Aurora and Phillip walked down the stairs, hand-in-hand. Maleficent could hardly curb her anger. She darted across the room towards the hated prince and began to viciously claw at him. However, when she went to claw him, Maleficent's hand passed right through his head as if it were thin air.

"No. No! NO!" Maleficent screamed. However, no one heard her.

Hades had been floating around in the River Styx for what felt like an eternity. Now he knew what death was like: eternal boredom! All the former lord of the dead had left was his hatred for the Olympians, especially his pompous brother, Zeus, and that nephew who knocked him into this well of souls, "Jerkules".

The current of the River Styx was incredibly powerful. No soul could swim out of it. Of course, no soul had arms or legs to swim with. The only known being to have swam the River Styx and survived was Hercules himself. With his godlike strength and immense will power, Hercules had been able to conquer the Styx.

Hades himself was thinking back to that day. If his halfling nephew had been able to been able to beat the Styx, then surely a god such as himself could do it. Hades reached deep inside, gathered all of his anger and hatred and, channeling that anger into a few powerful strokes, pulled himself out of the current and onto the banks of the Styx.

Finally he was free! But how long had it been? Hades had no way of measuring or even feeling time pass while in the Styx. He had to find a date. What's more, he had to find out what's become of the Underworld in his abscence.

Hades shook off the water from his body, reignited his flaming hair, and in a puff of smoke, teleported to the bridge that led to his skull-shaped palace. As he appeared, a horse drawn carriage was riding down the bridge. Hades flagged down the carriage and looked at the driver. There was no mistake about it. This carriage driver was indeed Charon, the ferryman of the Styx from back when Hades was in power.

"Charon, babe. Long time, no see." Hades stated.

Charon's empty eyesockets widened in disbelief.

"L-lord Hades? Is that really you?" Charon asked, completely in disbelief.

"Who else?" Hades asked, "Ha! So how long have I been gone?"

"My goodness, it's been well over a thousand years, my lord," Charon stated, "It's now 1325 A.D."

"Uh-huh," Hades responded, not entirely sure what Charon was talking about, "And what has become of my Underworld?"

"You're not gonna like that answer, Lord Hades," Charon said, almost afraid.

"What do you mean?" Hades asked, puzzled.

Charon didn't say another word, he couldn't! Charon took out a small piece of parchment, scribbled something down on it, and handed Hades the paper. His hand was quivering. Hades took the paper and read it.

"WHAT?" Hades shouted, his flaming hair turning bright yellow and flaring up.

How could Zeus have done this to him? Why did he do this? Sure Zeus was a pig headed idiot but why would he have sunken that low? That fool had put Hades's second most hated rival, Hecate, in charge of his Underworld.

AN: I re-uploaded this chapter because I found a slight error in the date that Charon told Hades. In the original, Charon told Hades that it was 975 but Sleeping Beauty, according to King Humbert in the film, takes place in the 14th century (or the 1300's). Therefore, since this takes place the same day Maleficent dies, it would be the same year too (duh XD). A minor nitpick, perhaps, but one that bugged me, never-the-less.