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I have decided to post this epilogue early to give you a little teaser for the next two. This is the shortest one anyways since it is mainly the wedding. The next two parts will be much longer, but won't be posted until March 3rd.

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Thank you for reading my story.

I hope you enjoy the first part of the three-part epilogue.

I know the two of you are probably anxious for this story to end, so we will move this story forward to just a couple hours before Maleficent and Hades's wedding.

As the powerful immortal predicted, it didn't take long for them to plan the wedding like last time. With a little bit of magic, the venue—which would once again be the Isle's Bridge Plaza—was decorated with the most beautiful and colorful flowers. This time there were actual benches for those who wished to watch, not mismatched chairs pulled from every and any place they could find like last time. However, the 'unusual' couple suspected that there wouldn't be enough seats again, so those who wanted to would have to sit on top of nearby buildings again.

As of now Maleficent was getting ready for her special day in the comforts of Cruella's mansion. The bride of the day was standing in front of a mirror in a guest room while Cruella tried her best to fix the veil between her horns and flowing between her massive wings—making sure she kept them uncovered as requested by Hades. Maleficent's dress was the same as before, but Cruella had to make minor adjustments since the fairy grew a little fuller in some areas during the last twenty years. Then in the next week or so, Cruella would have to adjust the dress once again for her god-daughter.

Speaking of her god-daughter, Mal was sitting on the guest bed with the brightest smile on her face as she watched her mother's reflection in the mirror, wearing a simple purple dress with her beautiful crown. Next to her was Evie, who was in the middle of texting her boyfriend in reassurance that he didn't have to be at the wedding. Finally sitting on a chair just a couple feet away from the bed was Queen Aurora, who looked about as happy as her sister to see their mother getting married.

"You look beautiful, Momma!" Mal complimented with a happy sigh in her tone. "Do you think Dad's going to kiss you in the middle of the aisle again?"

"I think he'll have better control this time," Maleficent answered as she turned her head slightly for Cruella. "But you two better have cut off his mohawk like you promised."

As you may have remembered, Maleficent has a tradition of giving her husband a haircut every year before or during their anniversary since he tricked her into allowing him to grow a mohawk. Well some of the humans got into the god's and fairy's heads about how it was bad luck to see each other before their wedding. To prevent the bad luck, Maleficent stayed over at Cruella's mansion for the night, but forgot to cut Hades's hair. Mal once again volunteered to cut her father's hair, accepting the risk of a punishment if she didn't do as told this time.

"I hope you did," Cruella commented as she continued her task. "It would be weird for the groom to have a mohawk on the wedding day."

Maleficent raised an amused eyebrow at her friend. "No weirder than you dating a raven," she teased jokingly.

"How is that going?" Aurora wondered with a curious tilt of her head. "You and Diaval, I mean. It must be strange to know he can turn into a bird whenever he wishes."

"It's fine, I guess," Cruella shrugged nonchalantly at the question. "We've been together for a little over two months now. We're taking things kind of slow."

"Slow my ass," Maleficent retorted with a roll of her eyes. "He stayed at my house for only a day before moving in with you. Last night I heard you two going at it down the hall."

"Ew!" Evie exclaimed with a snarl of her nose. "I don't need to know what my mom does during her free time, or that I could one day have another sibling because of it."

"That won't happen, Evelyn," Cruella reassured a little too quickly, "mainly because it can't. I've already passed that stage of my life and I am more than content with having you and Carlos. I also may have told Diaval that I didn't want to get married for a few years."

"That sucks," Mal blurted out without thinking. "That means Carlos and Evie can't give you away like Mom and Dad are doing for me."

Maleficent twirled to her youngest daughter in alarm, her veil flowing in the breeze beautifully. "Why on earth would I do such a thing?"

"Not that way, Mother. She means walk her down the aisle," Aurora corrected before her mother could have a heart-attack at the 'unusual' phrase. "Humans say 'give away' because it's like they are giving their child or family member permission to start a new stage of their life, which is getting married and potentially starting a family."

Before more could be said, there was a feather-light knock on the door before Diaval peaked his head inside. "Mistress, everything is ready," he informed as he fully entered the room. "Your groom is anxiously awaiting your arrival, as are the rest of the guest."

At the 'small' announcement, the rest of the ladies quickly exited the room first—Cruella pausing for a moment to give Diaval a quick kiss on his cheek. Diaval was about to follow them, until Maleficent grabbed his arm in an almost urgent manner.

"Diaval," Maleficent began with an almost nervous tone in her voice. "Will you do something for me?"

Nearly half an hour later—since it takes that long to walk toward the Isle Bridge Plaza—everything was ready for the festive event. There were only a select few Auradonians in attendance, which included King Ben, Queen Aurora, and sweet Jane. Even with so little of the mainlanders, the area was still packed with every citizen on the Isle of the Lost, including those who were quite spiteful about the couple getting married for a second time.

By the time the four women found a seat—either by their significant other or family member—someone announced that the 'blushing bride' had arrived. All respectfully stood from their seats to watch the bride walk down the aisle.

Some couldn't help aweing and cooing at Maleficent being escorted down the aisle by her 'best friend' Diaval, who had the widest and happiest smile on his face—almost like a kid who has been let free at a candy store. Mal couldn't help snickering softly at the sight, knowing her mother was using the bird-man to help her father—with his hair cut much shorter than the day before—restrain himself from kissing her in the middle of the aisle once again. Even now Mal could tell that Hades was struggling from trying to do so.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Maleficent finally reached the alter, where she gave Diaval a friendly kiss on the cheek as a thank you for 'giving her away'. Once the bird-man took a mere step away from the couple, Hades grabbed his bride by the waist to give her a proper kiss, which he had been dying to give her since he woke up that very morning.

Some of the audience awed at the scene while a majority laughed at the action, knowing the immortal would do something like that.

"Sorry," Hades apologized insincerely to the crowd after he broke the kiss. "I just couldn't help myself. I had to kiss my angel."

Maleficent allowed the faintest of blushes to form on her cheeks as she leaned her forehead against her groom's. In the many years that she's been alive—I won't tell you the exact number since you never ask a lady her age or weight—she has either been referred to as demon, monster, devil, and a creature from hell because of her irregular horns or her massive wings. Never in her life has she been called an angel. She found herself loving the way her groom said it, maybe even more than the way he calls her 'queen'.

They stayed in that position—their foreheads pushed against one another's—for the entire ceremony. Mal just happened to notice the way her father would mutter something to her mother, causing her mother to either smile or giggle softly so the others couldn't hear them. Mal couldn't help swooning at her parents' affection for one another. It was obvious to her and everyone else that they truly and unconditionally loved one another.

"I pronounce you man and wife," declared the Auradonian minister. "You may kiss the bri—"

Before the minister could finish, Hades dramatically dipped his wife, catching her off guard as he kissed Maleficent's breath away. Maleficent smiled into the kiss, somewhat happy to know that her husband can still surprise her after so many years together. The guest stood to their feet as they cheered for the twice-married couple.

With how much love they had for one another, Mal could hardly wait to see how they would react if a new addition came into their life.