Warning: This is still a T rated fic but this chapter contains strong implications of non consensual sex and emotional damage. Also a bit more potty mouth than usual, mainly because of who it focuses most on.

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"AARRRGH!"

Pain and Panic dodged the flaming scream of their lord and master, cowering under the skirt of their lady. Once warm brown eyes now hollow and weary looked dispassionately at the pair taking refuge in the folds of her himation before standing to allow them both to face plant on the floor before her throne. Without a word Persephone exited the room, leaving her husband to rant and rave over this new development. Her presence wouldn't be missed in the slightest. And she could care less what he was upset about anyhow.

Hades on the other hand was having a major melt down because an issue he took care of a decade and a half ago had come back to bite him in he ass. Those hags had told him a life thread that had been previously intangible to the trio suddenly materialized again. That could mean only one thing. That wretched child not only survived life on the Isle of the Lost but had somehow escaped it! Now he was in hot water and had no clue how to fix it given his circumstances.

Twenty years ago, the Ruler of the Underworld was sealed in his domain for his crimes as he could not exactly be banished like the other villains. Someone had to run the land off the dead. So as punishment for nearly killing his nephew, imprisoning his niece now wife and a laundry list of terrible deeds, Zeus decreed he would never leave the Underworld again. And for good measure, he would not be allowed to father any more children that could possibly seek revenge.

Easy peasey.

Except just because the King of Olympus decreed something didn't make it quite a done deal. The feat of stopping a goddess from bearing children was a bit trickier than doing so with a mortal woman. Especially one who could be considered a deity of fertility. So until such time as a permanent solution could be found, Persephone found herself doubly imprisoned. First in Hades. Then again in a chastity belt. Although she was initially grateful for her spouse's' lack of reason to visit her chambers nightly, she underestimated how much he craved her body. She awoke one night to him removing it with a key he had forged out of sheer determination. 5 years of relative peace shattered by the ache in his loins driving him mad(der).

It was even less of a comfort to learn Zeus had finally secured a spell to rob her of her fertility the very next day. Giving Hades carte blanc to once again violate her whenever he pleased. But it was too late. She felt the new life stirring within her even after the casting. It's not as if she'd never been pregnant before; male gods were notoriously virile. Simply put there was a temple to her almost exclusively devoted to rearing the results of their union. Rather ironic[ that the same potion Hades used to try and kill Hercules was crafted by her in order to give her children what she believed to be a better life as mortals not chained to their father's legacy.

This child would be different because she could not leave to give it away. Hades killing it wasn't an option either. This child would be protected by the very enchantment designed to keep it from ever existing. And as soon as it was born, Olympus would know and he'd be in real bad trouble. There were so much worse things than death after all. Just ask Prometheus. Still, ever the crafty bastard, Hades pulled his own ass out of the fire. Using the same schtick that bagged him a bride. Tricking an unsuspecting woman into eating fruit she really shouldn't .

Despite what many would like to believe the barrier around the Isle of the Lost was really only 99.9% magic proof. Why? A vast number of the residents were magical creatures in some shape or fashion. Just as mortals couldn't last long without water, completely cutting off their mojo would result in death after about a week. So instead of ,say, doing exactly that and eliminating the threat those rainbow shitting dunderheads wanted to prove they were better than their foes. By creating an isolated, poverty-stricken penal colony roughly the size of a major city state with no way out.

Oy vey. And they call him cruel.

Whatever the logic, it proved a brilliant solution to his dilemma. So, one night he spiked Persephone's wine and she was unable to fight back as he used his power to remove the still developing child from her womb. Neither mother or child were harmed in anyway and the babe behaved exactly as he predicted: immediately disguising then enclosing itself inside a fruit, an apple. A blue apple mind you (kid was a rebel just like her old man already) but that was solved with a simple glamour. All he needed now was to get it topside. Here's where that convenient barrier defect came in handy.

That 99.9% was dedicated mainly to keeping the riff-raff in. That miniscule .1% let small amounts of life sustaining magic in. So all he really had to do was use one of his wife's viewing mirrors to drop it on the head of a younger Evil Queen as she snoozed under one of the few edible fruit trees that grew in the forest.

The famished villainess inhaled it so fast she choked for a bit before swallowing a lone seed.

Bada-bing, bada-boom mission accomplished. When the brat was born her string of fate was too faint for those blind hags (and by extension any other gods) to pay it mind due to the cloak of the barrier. He figured she'd eat it on that infernal island and her death wouldn't even cause a fuss since technically she didn't exist.

Well fuck if that didn't work.

"Hel~loooo!" A disembodied voice called. "Love what you've done to the place. So much more subterranean goth chic than last time I was here."

"For Olympus sake...what do you want Mirage?" Hades groaned.

In a flash, the trouble making feline femme appeared in her true form not looking a day over eternally youthful. After a short cackle, she tutted him with the wave of a furry clawed finger.

"Still such a rude host. And I believe the question is:what are you willing to do to save your bacon again? A little birdy told me a lovely young transfer to Auradon prep just happens to have blue hair. Just like her papa."

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It had taken most of the afternoon but she was almost done reading the book. She really wanted to have Jay slip it back into AJ's things as soon as possible. Guilt happened to be one of those new and strange emotions she and the others discovered in their time off the Isle. It sucked hard but she was glad she understood what the feeling was. Even if it cut into her natural inclination to scheme and cheat.

/The fae, despite conventional wisdom, are a hearty race. Still not even the most powerful of them could last very long without regular access to the magic of their affinity. They would slowly wither and die as they cannot sustain themselves on their own magic alone in isolation./

Mal blinked at that. So, how did her mother not waste away on the island? Her standard answer of "I'm just that awesome" wouldn't hold this book was published 30 years before the banishment.

/Their nature does provide for a useful counter to this. Rarely solitary, in such a dire situation as they find themselves without a partner or mate, both male and female fae are able to produce offspring alone. In this way both parent and child are able to sustain each other. This method of reproduction is mostly seen with faerie folk of immense power on both ends of the Light/Dark spectrum./

Like being hit with a tourney puck, Mal felt her stomach twist in agony. This is what Fairy Godmother meant?!

The reason her spells would not tell her her father's identity? She didn't have one. Her mother only had her to keep from dying. Paid just enough attention to her well being to make sure she stayed alive but that's it. Mal was born out of a selfish need to survive. And happened to be even more useful as a teen in her plan for revenge. That's why Maleficent was so impatient for her daughter to get the wand. Not only because she was eager to get back to the mainland. But because each day Mal wasn't with her mother meant a day the elder fairy was closer to oblivion.

No wonder Queen Leah reacted to her that way on the croquet field. Mal was literally a clone of her mom.

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himation- proper name for what most call a greek toga.

Prometheus was an enterprising fellow (one of a very few Titans not chucked immediately into Tartarus after the Olympian gods came to power) who happened have been tasked with recreating man after the war wiped us out. In a stunning act of stupidity he tricked Zeus into accepting the garbage parts of the animals humans sacrificed to the gods. Pissed, Zeus took fire from mankind. And our boy Prometheus went right on to steal fire from the sun to give back to man so he may still make offerings to the gods. This didn't work out well for him or humanity. He got stuck chained to a rock where an eagle would peck out his liver over and over and told his only hope of freedom would be for a mortal to break fricking unbreakable chains. Humanity got fucking Pandora. The whole myth has a lot more to it but essentially because two guys were utter dicks to each other humanity got fucked over the hardest.

That's fair.

Now we know how both Evie and Mal were born. And Mirage begins to make her move.

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