How a simple sentence could equal to the feeling of being stabbed in the stomach,
Maleficent would never know. It was those words, that small statement, that suddenly
took control of her mind; and was all she could even begin to comprehend.
'Regina died today after a sudden vote of an immediate execution of the evil queen.'
The more it ran through her head, the more Maleficent felt the world begin to spin. Though,
in all honesty, what was a world without her love? Without the reason she got out of bed
in the morning? The reason why she had grown to love the small town she had found herself
prisoner in for the past thirty years? Her life had revolved Regina around since— and in truth,
she didn't know what she was to do without her.
Maleficent quickly shooed the messenger from the room, and upon their departure, the woman
she began to unravel. She shoved the few glasses, and the bowl of apples off the kitchen table
forcefully; magic beginning to spew every which way and that, scorching the walls, shattering
the sliding glass doors, and destroying practically everything around her. All adorned with a piercing
set of sobs and screams echoing from blood red lips. It was after a few minutes that her destruction
finally ceased. Maleficent found herself slumping to the floor, laying in the ash and rubble of what once
was their kitchen.
She pounded her fists into the ground over and over. Bruising the sides of her hands. Glass and tiny
bits of splintered wood to lodge themselves into her skin, causing blood to begin pooling in a small
puddle in front of her. She couldn't have cared less though. The only thing swirling within her brain
was the thought of whether or not there was a way to fix this; to return to her the only thing the
mistress of all evil had ever cared about; to reverse the death of the evil queen.
Gazing up at the destruction she had caused, Maleficent could only shakily sigh, and move her frame
off of the floor. The sound of debris crunched under her high heeled shoes, the mistress practically
running through the house. Just as she moved to open the front door, she caught a glimpse of herself
in the mirror. But this wasn't the woman she had been for thirty years.
No, not at all — and it made the edges of her lips curl up into a devilish grin.
With the wave of her hand, she was engulfed in a plume of black smoke, changing her simple Storybrooke
clothes into a regal, black leather gown that hugged her frame; her slightly curled, long hair hanging just
past her shoulders beautifully.
Tearing open the door as fast as she could, she glanced up at the bright blue sky, and the golden sun
warming the small town. Would the sun still have shone had it known it was lighting a town full of
self-righteous murderers; who had taken it upon themselves to kill an innocent woman in cold blood?
Well. It wouldn't for much longer anyway. Maleficent walked out into the middle of the road, and faced
herself in the direction of main street; her hands resting at her sides beginning to glow flames in her palm.
"I'm going to avenge you Regina. This town will drown in fire. They wanted to
rid themselves of a wicked ruler. Well, you filthy peasants; The Evil Queen is dead -
- long live the Mistress of all Evil."
She outstretched her hands behind her, spewing fire in her trail as she walked towards the center of town
- knowing that by the end of the night, she would be the only breathing soul in Storybrooke, Maine.