A.N: Oh my readers, I'm sorry. I've neglected you in my updates. I shall try to make it up to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maleficent and all rights go to their respective owners.

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Diaval could be the fastest raven alive, he could zip through the winds and clouds and it would still not get him to the castle fast enough for his liking.

Why, as it was, it was a two hour fly from the Moors, at his highest speeds. Hope seemed far-fetched and useless. Diaval was barely healed enough to change into his raven form, much less fly his fastest.

He remembered painfully how he had found his mistress the first time, bloodied and expecting death. In his hurry he had hurt her, his wretched hand burning her already marred skin, and he had hated himself.

Stefan had known, he'd known, what his words would do to Diaval. They were twisting his insides and his heart and clouding his thoughts with nothing but guilt, regret, and worry. Three things that in these circumstances would not help him.

But the things they could be doing to her, how had he failed so much as her protector? She'd trusted him with herself, her mind, and what was in all essences, her only child.

Now one was being tortured, the next tormented and the last was distressed and weeping and alone. Oh how he had failed in every aspect.

Yet the thoughts of Maleficent being mutilated the way she had been made him try to urge himself on, though at the rate he was exhausting himself, especially after his beatings would leave him useless as a dead bird instead of a protector.

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"I undserstand not why this all seems so... civil." Maleficent drawled, turning her only her head to face her captor. Who else would visit her except for Stefan?

"You are complaining about how civil we are to you? Did you prefer the dungeons?"

"I remember laying in darkness, on the stone floor while your tortured me without end. I remember how you'd mutilated me until I thought death would come." She spat at him, her eyes darkening.

"You haven't answered my question."

"The answer you gave to mine was hardly truth, and it was clouded and vague. You've truly gone mad Stefan, no longer can you be predicted and your intentions are never fully known, not even to yourself."

Stefan slapped her, quite hard. The faerie's bound hands barely supported her in time as her body was shoved to the side.

Maleficent could feel his tight grasp on her arms, turning her body so she was again on her back and facing him. Suddenly the pressure was gone, his eyes focusing deeply on her face.

It felt like a gentle caress Stefan slowly wiped away a droplet of blood along her cheek. Maleficent eyes never wavered from his face, her expression cautious but confused.

"I can't stop thinking of your taste or your feel. You've consumed me Maleficent..." The king growled, his eyes darkening in something Maleficent didn't understand.

Her eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed the back of her hair and forced himself into her mouth. The faerie gave a startled cry before trying to struggle away from him. She threw a mixture of shoves and punches towards Stefan but in one swift motion he had caught her wrist.

He was enjoying himself, deeply. Maleficent could tell for he was moaning into her mouth as his disgusting tongue tried to slide down her throat. Maleficent's eye caught the glimpse of a blade against his side, but her bound hands could never get to it.

Maleficent did the only thing she could think of then, she bit down on his tongue. He roughly pushed her away onto her back again.

"Bitch!" Stefan angrily screamed, drawing the blade and coming back towards her. "What right do you have to refuse a king? You are nothing but a worthless little whore, and when your lover comes to rescue you I will show him how worthless and helpless and pitiful you are. He will scream in agony as a torture him Maleficent, and you can watch!"

"And maybe I'll keep him alive, I'll keep him alive and tormented so that he can learn to hate you. Learn that just to be associated with you is dangerous, a death warrant. He'll hate you for destroying him Maleficent because that is exactly what you do to a man, to anything, you destroy it."

Tears rolled down Maleficent's cheeks as she listened to Stefan's ramble. She felt like he was removing every aspect of Diaval from her, tearing him away.

Where he has touched and caressed her Stefan now left angry red marks, all she could taste was Stefan in her mouth, and the hand she had held Diaval's with was what he had forced her to use to show his dominance.

He was erasing her lovely raven from everything but her mind.

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Wings. She needed her wings. He was her wings, she had told Aurora she trusted her wings, that they never failed her. What was he doing now then?

The faster he flew the faster he tired, but to save his strength and go slower was agonizing. It took him far too long to get to the palace. Nearly double his usual time.

The sun had begun to set by the time he had arrived. Exhausted and injured Diaval's body began to fail him, and he fell into a deep sleep as he landed on the pillar. He fought against the darkness, he did, but you can't fight your own body.

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"Perhaps he doesn't love you, he isn't here yet. Is he using you Maleficent? Have you given him what he truly seeks?"

She remained silent, turning her head away as he spoke.

"Are you sure he's true Maleficent? Or is he planning to take you and destroy you in the most intimate way possible before you taking his freedom and leaving. Men are all the same, want one thing, surely you know that by now."

"You're wrong. You've always been wrong Stefan, I was young and innocent and you stole that from me. How I let myself fall into darkness Stefan, nearly impossible to save. But then not a man saved me, Diaval, he isn't a man."

"But does that mean he's less a monster? Maybe, you should consider, that he merely saw an opportunity and took it."

A shaky breath was her only broken reply.

A.N: Super short chapter, and I'm quite sorry but I literally had to rip this out of my mind and force it into words. Lots of stuff has happened recently, I reached Olympian status for archery, competed in an important dance festival and broke my toe there too so... :/ But that leaves more time for you lovlies.

Thanks for reading! :)