I have an idea.

I am going to add a character that was not in the Descendants movies, but is in a Disney movie. Although he will be older now—probably in the 70s range—he will be the only one in Auradon that is not fooled by a king's lies, until his grandson brings over the children from the Isle.

This man will be one of the only ones that doesn't expect anything in return when being helpful to a VK by fixing a broken personal belonging AND the only one that is against his grandson's arranged marriage—

And you'll see him next chapter.

Enjoy.

As promised, little Mal was taken home to care for her new injury. Hades rocked her in his arms to distract her while Maleficent took care of bandaging the wound—since she has had plenty of practice with her own. In the matter of minutes, Mal was all patched up with the potential of having a scar once it's fully healed, but that's not what the parents are worried about.

Early the next morning, Mal waddled in her parents' room, clutching her injured hand as complained about feeling ill. Upon further investigation, her father discovered his little girl had a extremely high temperature and her body ached wherever he touched her.

"It's a side effect from the iron," Maleficent deduced with a soft sigh. "I experienced the same symptoms when I first came into contact with the metal. It only lasted a day, but I was twice the age she is now, maybe even older."

"We should treat it like she has the flu," Hades suggested quietly as he started cooking breakfast with his baby girl asleep in his arms. "After we eat, I'll go to town get some medicine for her fever—"

"You have to stay here," Maleficent chided as she sat at the isle in the middle of the kitchen. "You have a trial in two hours, remember? I'll go to the marketplace for the medicine and if they don't have any I'll see if Cruella and Uma has any leftover from when Carlos and Uma were sick a month ago. I'll see what I can do about getting rid of the iron that's on the island. I'll write a letter to the King and Queen of Auradon and send it when the next boat arrives today."

Hades scoffed at the idea. "Do you really think either one will help?"

"No," Maleficent admitted reluctantly, "but it's worth a try. The least that could happen is them ignoring us and us having to teach Mal what iron looks like."

The god pondered on the idea for a few moments. "If you write the letter, don't mention anything about me being your husband or me being Mal's father," he practically ordered. "If Mal is to truly go to Auradon, I don't want her to be judged harsher for being the daughter of two supposed villains. It's best that the rulers of that kingdom don't know yet."

"Fine," the fairy grumbled, "but you'll have to watch Mal while I'm gone. If we are saying she's sick, then we can't have her around any of the other children. She should stay asleep long enough for you to get through the trial."

No, she didn't.

When Hades was halfway through listening to the soul's plea, he vaguely heard his baby girl awakening from her slumber in her room. A few minutes later, little Mali called out, "Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?"

"One moment, fellas," Hades pleaded as he stood without listening to his brother's protest; his daughter was more important than that soul's fate.

In the next minute, Hades reemerged in front of the computer screen with Mal sitting in his lap, clutching the wind-up bird in her bandaged hand. "Sorry for the interruption," the god apologized. "My daughter usually visits her friends when I'm judging souls, but she came down with a fever; we don't want any of the children catching her sickness. My wife is getting the medicine as we speak."

Zeus—who was basically a representative since his brother couldn't be there in person—gaped at seeing the chubby cheeked purple haired girl. "She is Mal?" the King of Gods wondered in surprise. "I've seen her before due to the Fates, but I didn't know she would look this pretty at such a young age."

Hades chuckled at the compliment. "Her beauty comes from her mother. I'm afraid she's going to have so many boys chasing after her when she's older."

"Since you are having to watch her alone, we can postpone this until tomorrow," Zeus decided in a split second. "If you need more time, let me know in the morning and I'll reschedule for next week."

"I would really appreciate that. Thank you, Brother." Hades smiled down at his daughter, who was rubbing her eye tiredly. "Can you wave 'bye' to your uncle?"

With an adorable expression on her face, Mal waved the best as she could in her ill state before her father ended the video call.

"Since your mother isn't here," Hades began as he carried her to the couch, "I want your opinion on something."

Settling on the furniture, he wondered, "What would you think if I grew a mohawk?"

Little Mali's eyes lit up as she perked up at the idea. "Daddy that would look so cool on you! Why haven't you done that before?"

"Because your mommy won't let me," Hades insisted before smiling mischievously. "But maybe if you help me, we can convince her to allow it. Here's what we'll do . . ."

"I sent the letter off a few minutes ago," Maleficent informed her husband as she walked through the entrance with a small bag full of medicine in it. "There was no medicine at the marketplace so I went to Cruella's. She didn't want me asking Ursula since Uma's been getting sick more often, so she gave me anything and everything she could spare, just in case our baby girl gets sick again."

Hades nodded absentmindedly as he helped to unload the bag onto the kitchen island. "You know what I've been thinking about recently?" He questioned rhetorically. "Getting a mohawk."

Maleficent sighed in annoyance. "Aidoneus, I told you I can't have any more children."

"I know that, Malef," he reassured. "I know I used to use the idea to distract you from having children, but I really do want to try that hairstyle. I think it would look good on me."

"And I think you would look ridiculous," Maleficent retorted with a shrug. "But I am willing to let our baby girl decide, since she will most likely side with me."

Somehow managing to suppress his victorious smirk, the god called their child into the kitchen. A few moments later, Mal slowly waddled in, still carrying her mother's precious crow but not looking as ill as before.

Swooping his daughter into his arms, Hades settled her onto his hip before asking, "Mali, what would you think about me having a mohawk?"

Mal perked up a little too dramatically. "Daddy, it would look so cool with your blue hair! Can you do it? Pwease?"

Maleficent looked back and forth from her husband and daughter. She narrowed her eyes at their mischievous smiles. "You two tricked me."

"You're the one that said Mali will decide," Hades teased good-naturedly. "If you don't like that you were tricked, I guess I can do something to make up for it."

Fuming silently, Maleficent came up with a compromise. "Fine," she spat. "Each year on our wedding anniversary, you have to cut it off."

"So I can keep growing it?" Hades questioned hopefully.

"If you don't anger me anymore, yes." Moving forward, Maleficent took her daughter into her arms to rest her on her hip. "And you, Baby Girl, better not trick me again, or else you are going be in big trouble. Got it?"

"Got it!" Mal cheered before kissing her mother's cheek, hoping that would be enough for her mother to forgive her.

And now you know why Hades has a mohawk. . . ;P