Of the line De Vil
There was enough incense and magick in the room to choke someone. Maleficent's Palace was always like this, especially when Jafar and the Evil Queen were visiting, and Mal was home. Whatever magick there was on the Isle immediately gravitated towards the most powerful, the ones who had the most prowess in the magickal arts, and that was Maleficent (or so she thought. Her daughter was the Queen of deceit and trickery, and so she never came home unless Grimhilde and Jafar were there as well, and so no one suspected her powers). Today was special, as all of the worst villains and all of their parents were in the same place, a rarity.
The Evil Queen and Cruella sat in one corner, regretting their loss of figure and the birth of their children, while Evie and Mal sat on the dining table in the centre of the room in fake leather and plastic jewellery, gossiping and memorising schoolwork and poisons. Jay sat at the bay window, sorting the value of the pieces he had stolen- theirs, his father's, worthless. And Carlos stood in the darkest corner of the room, in the thinnest and coldest clothing he owned, silently plotting a million ways he could kill everyone over nineteen in this room.
The last member of the group of eight stood just outside the door frame, waiting for silence for a dramatic entrance, but everyone else just continued what they were doing. From his vantage point, Carlos could see the irritation on her face. Irritation was bad for Mal's health and body, that much he knew, so he put his fingers to his lips and let out the most piercing whistle he could, effectively stopping all conversation and allowing Maleficent her entrance. If he was honest, he thought her to be an over-publicized drama queen with no talent and very little potential for true evil, but this was the Isle of the Lost. Honesty was the worst policy, and so he stood silently and pretended to cower in fear when she swooped into the room.
"Our time is near," the faerie's voice echoed through the room and pierced his lungs, but he stood his ground. She was not talking, after all, about his time, but about his mother's, even though Cruella's time had passed with her opportunity for a dalmatian-skin coat. Mal, however, flinched. Maleficent may not have the greatest power in the room, but she still had power, else she would never be as feared as she was, and locking two of the most powerful faeries in history in the same country could cause issues, let alone the same room. Evie put her hand on their lover's knee, and Mal eventually sank into Evie, tired of hiding and fighting with her mother.
"Auradon will burn," came the faerie's voice again, bouncing off the walls and echoing through their souls, "and I will be the one to set it alight. And then, when everything is gone, I will rule from the ashes." Grimhilde and Cruella looked up at that, Cruella's brow furrowed into a frown (Grimhilde had too much botox in her face to do anything other than smile), "You mean we will rule from the ashes." That had Jafar looking around, and Jay crept further into the room. Everyone knew, to an extent, that Maleficent had no intentions of sharing Auradon, should she get it, but normally, she at least accommodated the other four has-beens in her speeches. And if she didn't, no one was ever willing to correct her.
Cruella continued, "After all, I am the one funding your ridiculous escape plans. If I were to pull out, c'est finni." His mother loved lording that fact that she was the only one on the Isle with any sort of earned currency, but she had never brought it up around Maleficent before. Carlos waited for the unavoidable nuclear blast that would come from Maleficent, but instead, there was just silence. When he opened his eyes, he just saw Maleficent nodding her head, eyes shut, "Very true, Cruella. Only, you've forgotten one point." Her eyes opened, and fae power flared within them. She flipped her head between the three other villains in the room, "I rule the Isle. And although I can't kill you, I can make you suffer. I am the one who makes the plans for the four of us, and so I am the one who will rule." Jay, who had already been chuckling at Cruella's ridiculous challenge, let out a full-bellied laugh at that, and before anyone could react, Maleficent had swooped over to him, pushing him to the floor without the need to touch him. She bent over and whispered something inaudible to him, before kicking him once with her metal-toed boot, causing Mal to lunge forward, desperate to save him.
And that was just the worst idea. Maleficent caught one glimpse of her daughter trying to help someone and exploded. She grabbed Mal by the wrist and pushed her down to the floor, near Jay. Her eyes flared with power, and Mal was writhing on the floor, blood dripping from her nose, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Maleficent turned away from her, leaving her there to suffer, while she addressed her audience, "Anyone else feeling like helping them out? Carlos?" She turned towards him, but he stayed in his corner, looking on impassively. Right now, the worst thing to do would be to try help. It would be easier to help Mal later and then come back to clean out the dried blood.
"Genevieve?"
Evie looked close to tears, being raised in a far softer environment than the rest of her lovers, but she shook her head violently, blue curls flying out. Maleficent nodded satisfactorily, "I thought so." She turned back to Mal, who was still on the floor, and Jay, who was on his knees, cradling what was probably a broken wrist, "Don't defy me again. Go." She released Mal from the spell, and the purple-haired faerie lay on the floor, eyes blank and dazed. Maleficent frowned, kicking the girl to get her to move. Eventually, Jay and Mal hobbled out, leaning on each other. Carlos turned to get a bucket and a mop, and Evie left quickly, announcing that the blood made her feel faint and that she was going to lie down.
"Motherfucker," came Evie's voice, furious and quiet, "bitch who doesn't deserve to live. Cunt." Carlos smiled, looking at the blue-haired girl in her real clothes, stomping around the rooftop that they were all balanced on, cursing like there was no tomorrow and drinking about of an unlabeled pink bottle. Mal looked on fondly, wincing when Jay would dab alcohol on one of the many cuts received while writing on the floor, and silently muttering under her breath. Carlos didn't need to see her lips to know that it was probably similar to what Evie was saying.
Jay caught his eye and jerked his head towards the distraught bluenette, dabbing another of Mal's wounds while he was at it. Mal winced, and Jay brought her face to him, kissing her while dabbing at another cut. Catching the point, Carlos headed over to Evie, grabbing her from behind and twisting her around till their noses touched. Her cursing trailed off into moans as he started in on her, starting from her collarbone and kissing his way up to her neck, and eventually her lips.
Evie pulled away then, and went over to Jay, chastising him for tended to Mal's wounds before his own wrist, and pulling him away, probably to the small, overrun Isle hospital for a cast. That left him and Mal on the rooftop, Mal silently celebrating the stop of her wounds being cleaned. Smirking, Carlos headed over, taking Jay's place. Mal's eyes narrowed and she hissed under her breath, her words slurring into one long stream of curses. She looked at Carlos with hooded eyes but said nothing until he was done cleaning her cuts. Then her eyes flashed open, and she smiled with all her teeth, "Her time is over." Mal's voice echoed similarly to her mother's, but this time it didn't make Carlos feel the need to hide, just the need to kill whoever injured his Mal, "She will not rule Auradon. We will. We will be Kings and Queens, and we will be great. Our names will echo the halls of the palaces for centuries."