And I'm back with another chapter of the Descendant's kids on the Isle of the Lost! Hope you enjoy!
Eliana shuddered as the door to her grandmother's castle swung open. A gust of musty air flooded out. "Hello, my darlings!" the old lady inside said excitedly. "A kiss for you, and a kiss for you! Mwah, mwah!"
Eliana wiped off the red lipstick that had been deposited on her cheek by the overzelous kiss. "Hi. I'm Eliana, and this is my little sister, Amelia." Amelia nervously waved hello.
"Yes, yes, my sweets, we must come in and talk!"
"Er, o-okay…?" Eliana said as she followed her grandmother into the creaky old caslte.
"Sit! Sit!" Grimhilde said as they entered a dusty sitting room. "Now, you must tell me everything about your mother! Everything!"
"Uh, well, okay," Amelia said. "Um, Eliana was born three years before me, we live in a house near Auradon prep, and our parents got married a year before Eliana was born."
"Yes, yes, very good. Now, who did my little Evilet marry?" the old queen demanded.
"Our father." Eliana stated.
"Yes, yes, but who is your father?"
"Doug."
"Doug who? Is he a Charming? Or really, any type of royalty?"
"Nope."
"A noble?"
"Not exactly."
"Well then, what is he?"
"He's half-dwarf."
"D-dwarf, you say?"
"Yep. His dad is Dopey. My granddad."
"DOPEY?!"
"Yeah."
"BY ALL THAT IS BAD AND EVIL, HOW COULD MY LITTLE EVILET MARRY A DWARF?!" the Evil Queen raged.
"Well, ummmm…we'll show oursleves to our rooms," Eliana said, scurrying away from the fuming queen with her sister.
"Right," Diabla, Maleficent's sister, said. "So you're my sisters' grandchildren?"
"Yes," Isabelle said. "Our mother is Maleficent's daughter."
"Funnily enough, I had worked that out for myself," Diabla said sarcastically.
"Oookay then," Isabelle said, flustered.
"Well, stop lollygagging around on the front stoop, come in!" Diabla ordered.
"Yes ma'am!" Arthur said, dragging his sister into the rickety house.
As the group entered the den, Diabla began interrogating the children. "So, who is your father, anyways?"
"King Benjamin the First of Auradon," Isabelle replied.
"Dear lord, your mother, born and bred in evil, went off and married the bloody poster boy for goodness?" Diabla said, lighting a cigarette.
"W-well, I guess so, ma'am…" Isabelle stuttered.
"Please, call me Diabla, or I suppose 'Aunt' will do, if you must," Diabla said plainly. "But anyways, I always knew your grandmother wasn't evil enough. Well, she was plenty good at scheming, but at engraining evil into the mind of her offspring? Not so much. I, however, have successfully raised three horrifically evil children. Girls! Come down!" Diabla ordered.
Three girls scurried down a flight of stairs that led to the den. "Introduce yourselves, you bumbling idiots," Diabla said, blowing a ring of smoke out of her mouth.
"I'm Mauvais," the first one said. She had pitch-black hair and bright green eyes, and her teeth were distinctively pointy.
"Malicieux's the name," the one with acid-green hair said. "And evil is my game."
"Malin," the third one said. She had purple hair, not unlike Isabelle and Arthur's mother.
"As you can see, your cousins are all properly evil," Diabla said. "Now, Mauvais, don't you have some michief to be getting into? Malicieux, go steal from the street rats that hang around here, and Malin, go do whatever evil stuff you do."
"They seem…lovely," Isabelle said through gritted teeth. "Perfectly lovely."
"They're evil, not lovely, my dear."
"Evil. Perfectly evil," Isabelle corrected herself.
"Now, I'll show you to your rooms."
"Thanks, Di. Can I call you Di?" Arthur asked, bouncing up the stairs.
"No." Diabla said coldly.
Penelope De Vil had just knocked on the door to Hell Hall when the door automatically swung open.
"Come in, my dearie, come in!" the old lady said.
"H-hi," Penelope said nervously. "I'm Penelope De Vil."
"Oh, my dearest granddaughter!" Cruella said. "You can call me grandmother, or, if you prefer, you can refer to me as 'queen of evil'." Cruella cackled at her own little joke.
"Okay, grandmother," Penelope said uncomfortably.
"Now, I'll show you to your room before I have to go to the spa," Cruella said, rushing the girl into the house. Opening a door, Cruella presented Penelope with her room. "It's fabulous, isn't it, darling? Everything, faux fur! The best on the isle! And, here on the wall, is the mounted head of a dalmatian! Granted, it's not Perdita or Pongo or their stupid brats, but it's a dalmatian!"
Penelope forced down a scream. Mounted on the wall was an expertly taxidermied head of a dalmatian. "I-it's lovely, grandmother," Penelope forced out. "J-just divine."
"Now, dear Penny," Cruella said. "I'll be stepping out for a few days to go to the spa. In the meantime, just arrive at Dragon Hall for classes at eight in the morning, food is in the kitchen, and do not, I repeat do not, touch any of my furs! Ta-ta, dearest!" And with that, the crazy old lady left the house.
"Well then," Penelope said sarcastically. "This week is sure to be just great!"
And with that, Penelope slammed her door closed with such force that it knocked down the creepy stuffed dalmatian head- not that she was complaining.
So I hope you liked it! The next chapter will focus on Emmie Charming and her experiences with Lady Tremaine! Also, a quick fyi: Mauvais, Malicieux, and Malin all mean 'bad', 'evil', or 'wicked' in French!
~Callie (TheInspiredReader)
