Years of imprisonment had laced intricate webs of darkness into Rapunzel's once innocent heart and mind. They had come to her just like that, the ugly and spiteful words, like an uninvited friend...like an eclipse; intimidating but impossible to ignore.
Prologue: Killing Incantation
Flower gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Freeze the ticking clock
May everything be mine
Steal what has been stored
Come Death and thy shall dine
When stars drown and grow cold
May everything be mine
Everything is mine
Silence.
Where once had been a steady, vigorous rhythm of a healthy heart beating, there was now nothing. The room behind the ribcage was empty, bereft of any sound of life and of life itself.
Rapunzel consciously exhales her breath as the last flicker of malicious violet sheen languidly seeped out of the soft golden tendrils which were her hair. Innocently pinkish little fingers quietly worked to unwound the magical strands from a man's neck, a man whose lips had only begun to turn colorless—just like the rest of his rigid body.
He was dead. That much was obvious.
The man was the eleventh unfortunate soul who had ventured through the seemingly harmless greens of woods and the fluffy whites of clouds, into Rapunzel's isolated tower where she had lured the other ten doomed wanderers before him. Some of them had been princes from faraway lands and some other had been valiant knights with jewel encrusted swords or spears. There had also been peasants and even thieves, and all had faced the same fate of never being seen once more.
Rapunzel had killed them all.
For many years Mother Gothel had brushed her lustrous, blonde hair, while chanting the mysterious healing incantation only she and Rapunzel knew. It had given the greedy woman the eternal youth she had always been so obsessed with, at least until the day Rapunzel had twisted the words of the melodious passages into into something dark and evil. Mother Gothel had died in her own chair, with the comb and a lock of Rapunzel's hair still in her wrinkled, bloodless fingers.
The sorceress's mouth had been half-open in her death, her skin had turned a rotten purple and crumpled like a week's old apple. Rapunzel had been afraid, that time. But then her gaze had fallen on the mirror by her side, and she had seen what the distorted, horrendous incantation had also done to her. Never before she had felt prettier, with her flesh plump and rosy, her face and eyes glowing and her lips irresistibly red and ripe.
Her hair—her majestic golden crown—had been more radiant than ever, looking as alive as the most brilliant fire.
For a moment Rapunzel had been sure that the world would have never seen any single person even more beautiful than herself. But then that glow had slowly begun to fade. And Rapunzel had quickly realized that, like the forever young appearance Mother Gothel had earned from singing the healing incantation, the bewitching good look she had gotten from the 'killing incantation' was not everlasting.
So that had left her with one option she could not have possibly resisted;
If Rapunzel wanted to remain as the most beautiful woman on the face of earth, she needed to kill yet another person.
And so she had.
Again and again and again because in truth, as much as she had loathed Mother Gothel for her avarice Rapunzel, as an ordinary human being, could not save herself from its dangerous yet mesmerizing snares.
(Author's Note: All the characters belong to Disney, I do not own anything but this idea to turn our beloved Rapunzel into one sexy, maleficent man-eater~
Flynn is coming soon!)