AN: Before anyone floods me with comments about my mythology with Persephone being wrong, I know. It's based off an unmade episode of the Hercules: the Animated Series. I'll explain in greater detail on my profile. Also, I apologize for not updating in a while. I was having a lot of trouble writing the Horned King's encounter with the Kelpies before I just said "screw, I'll make it exposition."

The Horned King exited the immense cave next to Loch Ness. He had just conducted a meeting with the Scottish Kelpies and had convinced them to join Maleficent's army of evil. It wasn't too terribly difficult, all he had to do was to threaten to slay their precious Loch Ness Monsters. The Kelpies had created these beasts through dark magic to guard their underwater city. However, they still held a soft spot for the animals that the Horned King had been able to exploit.

As he exited, he made sure to keep to the shadows to avoid any unwanted attention from Urquhart Castle. The last thing that he needed was any trouble from King Hubert's English soldiers that were currently occupying the Scottish castle. Once he was able to get far enough out of the castle's range, the Horned King mounted his horse and rode off into the woods back towards the Forbidden Mountains.

"Good bye, mother," Persephone said, waving to Demeter, "I'll see you in March!"

"Oh, I just don't see why you still have to come here," Demeter complained, "After all, with your father doing time in the River Styx, you never even get to see him anyways. Plus that Hecate woman, if you'll pardon my language, is a real bitch!"

"Mother, you know as well as I do that the spell that daddy put me under makes it so that I have to return. If I didn't, the Earth's weather would start to get very destructive," Persephone explained.

"I know," Demeter replied, "But your father never should have been so selfish! He should have thought about something like this!"

"He just wanted to be a part of my life," Persephone snapped back, "You obviously wouldn't have let him if he hadn't done that."

"Seph," Demeter responded, "Let's not leave on bitter terms. I love you and I'll miss you. I'll make sure that none of the roses bloom before you come home."

Persephone hugged her mother.

"Thanks, mom," Persephone said, "I'll miss you."

Persephone loaded her bags in Charon's boat and hopped in herself.

"Oh, Miss Persephone, have we got a surprise for you back at the castle!" Charon said.

"Really?" Persephone asked, "Hecate actually got me something? I didn't think she cared."

"Oh no, my dear little princess," Charon replied, "Hecate's gone."

"Gone?" Persephone gasped, "But how? Why?"

"You'll see," Charon said, trying his hardest to keep from telling her.

The boat docked at Hades's palace and Charon helped Persephone carry her bags into the castle. Pain and Panic opened the door for Persephone and what she saw inside caused her to gasp and drop the bags she was carrying. There, standing before her, was her father, Hades. The two didn't say anything but ran to each other and embraced in a hug.

"You're back," Persephone said, tears welling in her eyes, "I've missed you so much, daddy."

"Hey, it's not like a bunch of slimy souls could keep me down forever," Hades joked, tears developing in his eyes as well.

"Are you back for good, now?" Persephone said as the two ended their hug.

"I am, Seph," Hades said smiling, "And once Maleficent and I finish building our armies, we'll be rulers of the world and you'll get to come visit me on Olympus instead."

Persephone's smile turned into a frown.

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet, daddy?" Persephone asked angrily, "Last time you tried to take over Mount Olympus, you were thrown into the River Styx and were separated from me for almost two thousand years."

"The plan will work this time, Seph," Hades pleaded with his daughter, "You don't have to worry!"

"You said that to me last time, remember?" Persephone stated.

"I know, but-," Hades started.

"Save it," Persephone interrupted as she stormed out of the room.

"Seph! Wait!" Hades called after her.

"Sir," the Minotaur butler said as he approached Hades, "Your appointment with the Banshees is in two hours. Considering the flight time, it would be wise to depart at once."

"Quite right, Niles," Hades said to his butler, "Tell Pain and Panic to talk to Seph. Those two are closer the her than I am since I've been gone all these years."

Niles nodded and Hades flew off on his chariot to Ireland.

Maleficent was sitting out on the balcony outside her room, drawing up plans for the toppling of Olympus while sipping on a glass of red wine. One of the soldiers that Maleficent created at Pleasure Island walked out on to the balcony.

"My liege, Grimhilde and the Hungarian army has arrived," the soldier stated.

"Already? The assemblage was not to happen until All Saints Days. That's thirteen days away, nearly a whole fortnight," Maleficent stated, "But, oh well, send Grimhilde up."

Within twenty minutes, Grimhilde and Maleficent were sitting on the balcony, reminiscing about their pasts.

"I remember one day when my father was shouting at me how evil and ugly I was, smashing mirrors in a drunken rage," Grimhilde recollected, "And you were outside the window watching and just as he was about to hit me, his hand started to burn with green fire and he began to panic and run off to the well to put out his hand. By the time he had put out the flames, he had forgotten completely about me and just went off to bed. You were always there for me."

"Well I couldn't stand to see that horrible man treat you that way," Maleficent replied, "You were the only friend that I ever had as a child and I was always so afraid that he would end up killing you and then I truly would have been alone."

"As bad as the physical pain he inflicted was," Grimhilde stated, "It was nothing compared to the wounds his words left on my soul. They've never healed. All those years of being told how ugly I was destroyed my self confidence."

"Which is why you consult that mirror of yours every day," Maleficent deduced, "To hear your father's imprisoned soul tell you how beautiful you are."

"Yes," Grimhilde nodded, "We both carry demons from our childhoods with us."

"What do you mean?" Maleficent asked, "I carry no demons from my childhood."

"Oh come now," Grimhilde responded, "When you were younger you were ostracized by the village children because you were green and by the fair folk because you were only a halfling. And now look at you, you've practically waged war on all of England because you weren't invited to Princess Aurora's presentation."

Maleficent merely scoffed.

"But that does lead me into a request that I have of you," Grimhilde added, "I need your curse. The one that you placed on Aurora."

"The Sleeping Death?" Maleficent asked.

"Yes," Grimhilde stated, "In exchange, I shall trade you a curse from my own spell book."

"Let me guess," Maleficent said, "You want the curse so that you can kill that step daughter of yours."

"I don't know for sure yet," Grimhilde said, "She's growing more beautiful every day. I don't know if she'll surpass mine but what if she does? I can't bear to hear my father say that I'm no longer the fairest. I can't bear to fall back into those unhappy memories of him calling me a hideous hag. I need the Sleeping Death to keep that from happening."

"Well what curse are you willing to trade to me?" Maleficent inquired.

Grimhilde smirked

"The Curse of Silence."