Hey, guys! Here's the second chapter of 'Renegades', coming now sooner than I expected. Something I forgot to mention last time is that the one-shots are written in chronological order, so they'll all follow each other in time. Anyway, after my responses to your reviews, here is the next chapter:

xxXTheySayI'mEvilXxx: Thanks for reviewing! I love villains doing the really evil stuff as well. There's definitely going to be more of that (though not right this chapter)! It'll also focus on the heroes and how they adapt to a life ruled by villainy, so there's a bit of both.

OddDangerSpiritualCyberLover17: Here's the next chapter.

Enjoy!

-Writer207

It was a day like any other. The birds were singing, the people were working and the villains were planning their next move in their conquest of Auradon. This was during the early days of the conquest But not everyone planned ahead. Not everyone needed to.

The wooden doors of the castle creaked as they opened. Two young ladies in long dresses pulled it open. They groaned as they pulled, not used to doing this kind of work. But they had to do this because there was nobody else to do this for them. They stepped aside and an older lady, who wore a crimson gown, walked inside. With her black cat by her side, she strolled into the large hall. Her eyes inspected the area, taking in each detail. When she had finished later, a smile briefly appeared on her face.

"Ladies, we're home," Lady Tremaine said. Lucifer ran around, chasing a mouse he had seen. Lady Tremaine encouraged this - if it was one of her step-daughter's little helpers, she'd gladly get rid of him.

Her daughters walked inside the castle as well, dragging their luggage behind them. Each pulled two bags with much difficulty into the hall. It was not much compared to what they used to own before they had to go and live on the Isle of the Lost, but it still was enough to fit in those four large bags. Two of them belonged to their mother, the other two were from the sisters. Anastasia and Drizella dropped their luggage off in the hall and walked away, presumably to try and find the kitchen. They journey from Neverland to Cinderellasburg had been an exhausting one, and they were hungry, especially after the labor they've endured.

Lady Tremaine did not follow them. She did not need to know where the kitchen was - only the servants needed such information. No, she preferred to inspect the castle. She could only accept the best from her new home, after all. Lucifer came back to her, not interested in the mouse anymore, and he followed his mistress.

On their way through the hallways, Lucifer meowed warned Lady Tremaine. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of a young girl, younger than her daughters, staring at her. The girl pulled back her head at the same time Lady Tremaine turned her head, but still, the older woman had seen it.

Without further hesitation, Lady Tremaine walked over to the girl who was hiding around the corner. The girl was still there, leaning against the wall. She had not dared to move.

"You," Lady Tremaine said and the girl turned her head. She was terrified. "Take our bags from the man hall to our rooms." The girl still did not move. If she were afraid before, she was now confused as well. Maybe she had been expecting something bad to happen to her, maybe she expected a punishment.

This was taking too long.

"Now," Lady Tremaine added, using her more authoritarian voice this time, while Lucifer hissed at her. The girl eventually nodded and walked away with a hastened pace, to do what the lady asked of her.

Lady Tremaine shook her head. Good staff was hard to find these days.

She continued her walk through the castle. She was not yet done with her inspection of the castle. But her tour came to a halt in the next corridor. She came across a painting, hanging central with at the other side a door. It probably led to a master bedroom.

But Lady Tremaine focused on the painting that had caught her interest. It depicted Cinderella and her prince, standing against a plain background. Both of them were smiling brightly. The white dress Cinderella wore implied this was painted in honor of their wedding day. What the prince wore could never be an indication of time, as he usually wore the same outfit or a slight variation of it. They were glowing with happiness.

Disgusting.

A door slammed and Lady Tremaine and her cat turned their heads to the source of the noise. A man in his thirties had just come out a second door at the end of the hallway. He flinched because of the noise he'd made and froze when he saw his new mistress.

Lady Tremaine approached the man, Lucifer following her. Like the servant girl, he was frozen, trembling from head to toe. A small smirk appeared on her face. Good to know she still instilled fear in others.

"Don' hurt me, please," the man said when Lady Tremaine had come close enough to hit him. "I don' wanna get into any trouble."

"Then tell me," Lady Tremaine said, "where are Cinderella and her prince?" She still was bitter over the prince choosing her instead of one of her daughters.

"They left, ma'am." The man answered quickly, without missing a beat.

Lady Tremaine rose an eyebrow. Did they, now? Were they so afraid of a confrontation?

"Do you happen to know where they went?" She'd been looking forward to seeing them again. If they did not plan on returning, she would make sure to find them herself.

The man shook his head. "No, ma'am. They didn' tell anyone."

Lady Tremaine pursed her lips. "Too bad," she said, folding her arms. "Did they tell you when they are returning?"

"I don' think they're comin' back." The man flinched after he responded. Lady Tremaine rolled her eyes. What a sorry excuse for a human being. As if she was going to punish this servant for something his former bosses had not told him. She may not be the best person in the world, but she wasn't that evil either.

"That's a shame," Lady Tremaine replied. There was a short pause, during which neither of them spoke. The man just stood there, awaiting her next command while Lady Tremaine waited to see if he was going to do anything.

Eventually, she waved her hand. "I want dinner at seven. You can go now."

The man nodded, muttering a quick 'yes, ma'am' and walked off. If Tremaine had not told him to leave, he would've remained in the hallways. It seemed he walked away as fast as he humanly could without making it look like he was running away from his new boss.

Lady Tremaine continued her inspection of the castle. After half an hour, she went straight to the study. The sunlight streamed into the room, and Lady Tremaine sat down at the desk near the windows. She took a piece of paper and a pen and noted down everything 'wrong' with the castle, and what the servants needed to change tomorrow. Removing the painting of Cinderella and her husband was the first item on the list. After two hours, she had finished her list. Her daughters would agree with her: a lot had to change if they were going to live here, including the attitude of their staff towards them.

With one more hour to kill before dinner was served, she reread every item on her list. As she was rereading them, her thoughts wandered off to the reason why she was now sitting here: her alliance with the other inhabitants of the Isle. Anastasia and Drizella detested it and so did their mother, but they tolerated it. After all, to get off that dirty, barren island they had needed the help of that short-lived alliance. This place was much better than she could have imagined, truly an improvement, living in her step-daughter's former castle.

People would, however, still consider it Cinderella's home, and not the Tremaines'. So Cinderella was a problem. They had to get rid of her.

Cinderella... Lady Tremaine took a deep breath, to calm down. In any other situation, she would stay calm. Yet, this was Cinderella, and she ridiculed the Tremaines with her marriage to the prince. She ridiculed them by only existing.

They could always want to return home, once they were certain the coast was clear. If she ever set foot in this castle again, Lady Tremaine swore, she would be dead by nightfall. She and her prince, of course. Or maybe the prince first, to see the look on Cinderella's face as the world fell apart around her.

A bounty. That's what she had to do, to place a bounty on their heads. She did not want to waste any of her precious time looking for the girl and her husband. When there's a big enough prize, she could convince hunters all over Auradon to find them for her.

Lady Tremaine smiled. That was a good idea. Wanted dead or alive, though rather dead than alive. Cinderella and Prince Charming would have to spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders. They would have to live like refugees, always doubting about where someone's loyalties lie. The thought amused her.

She finished re-reading her list right before dinner. She stood up and left the study, to go to the dining hall. She found her daughters there, who were also used to dinners at seven and had expected the same to happen here.

Every day after this one went peacefully. They occasionally had to encourage the staff to be quicker and more obedient, but nothing else of importance happened in the castle. The only times when there wasn't peace in the castle, were the moments when Drizella and Anastasia decided to argue about something.

Lady Tremaine and her daughters were mentioned in the history books. People were going to read about the Conquest of Auradon and that she was one of only four villains who did not use violence or magic of any kind to rise to power in a certain area. She was going to be mentioned alongside Gaston, Claude Frollo, and Hades. The history books would tell everyone that nothing much eventful happened. That the husbands of her daughters moved into the castle and that her grandchildren grew up there. That Lady Tremaine settled down and ruled.

The people did not complain about the change, either, because nothing changed for them. Life went on, and they barely noticed the change of ruler until Lady Tremaine one day decided to inspect the town over which she ruled.

This seemingly perfect life lasted for a long time and still continues to this day, even after Maleficent had lost to the alliance.