Wes's Perspective (Weeks Later)

The trial was stupid. All the royals of Auradon gathered in the Royal Courthouse. Ben and Mal sitting in the front row. Guards escorting Wes to a table with a stupid lawyer that tried to get Wes to apologize for his wrongdoings. All so that all the royals here could feel safe. Another villain to lock away and never think about again. Wes smirked as he sat down, the room grew silent. He cast a glare over his shoulder, reveling in how a few people observing flinched. Even without his ring, they were still easy to scare.

Wes saw a blinking light and turned to see cameras recording his trial. He smirked. He knew they'd broadcast it. Probably to all of Auradon and the Isle.

"Wesley West," the judge called. "Are you aware of the reason you're here today?"

"Because I did some bad things and got caught," Wes said. His lawyer rolled his eyes. "Isn't that the reason all people end up on trial?"

"Young man, this is a serious situation." The judge looked down at the documents in front of him. "Illegal use of magic, arson, vandalism, theft, impersonation, possession of the king-"

"Guilty. I did it all." Wes inhaled deeply, a smile forming on his face. "And I smell vanilla. Sweet, sweet vanilla."

His lawyer leaned over to him and whispered. "I don't think an insanity plea is the best way to go, but if you keep that up we can work with this. Reschedule today's trial so I can figure out how-"

The doors to the courtroom burst open, two unconscious guards flying through them. Stepping over them with silent steps, Vivianne strolled into the courtroom. Everyone was so shocked that no one thought to stop her until she was close enough to put two things on the table in front of Wes. An orange potion vial and his ruby ring. Wes was captivated by the ring. While Vivianne fought the bailiff, he put it on his finger. It took some time considering he was wearing handcuffs, but having it back on his finger was a relief.

He drank the potion while Vivianne banged Captain Pheobus's head against the wall. When he chugged it, he felt a familiar warm feeling in his soul. "Shatra." The handcuffs shattered into tiny pieces. When Wes stood, his lawyer ran off. "Incarcrere." The doors and windows to the courtroom all swung shut, the locks clicking. When the lawyer tried to touch the lock, he cried out as if it had burned him.

Wes turned to see Vivianne using her enhanced strength to bend King Phillip's sword so that the metal was wrapped around his hands. She kicked him in the head before grinning. "Anyone else wanna try?"

"Yeah," Mal said, standing to her feet. "I think I do."

Mal's Perspective

Mal stood, eyes glowing green as she tried to cast a spell. Something felt off. When she reached for her magic, she couldn't find it. Pushing her worry aside, she cast the spell. She imagined the chair Wes was sitting in a moment ago hopping up to him, the armrests and legs wrapping around his hands and feet to keep him trapped. "Beware forswear, bind him to that chair." But nothing happened.

Queen Elsa stood, her hands glowing with icy blue light. But the light flickered, dying out like a candle in wind. She looked down at her hands in shock.

"I knew you hypocrites would try to use magic. What ever happened to 'magic can be used for evil, we don't use it?'" Wes cackled, spreading his arms as he inhaled deeply. He stood at Vivianne's side, nudging her shoulder with his. "Sweet, sweet vanilla in the air. Since you're my knight in shining fur, you can have the honor of telling them what it is."

Now that he mentioned it, Mal did catch the scent of vanilla floating in the air. Vivianne chuckled. "A little potion I put in the air vents. Takes away the ability to cast magic. Remember when you were making it?"

Wes turned to her fondly. "You hated the smell of the dried butterfly wings, so you had me add vanilla to mask it." He turned to everyone in the room, Vivianne still at his side. "Just so you guys know, your magic won't work for a long while. Unless you take the antidote." Wes's hands coated themselves with green fire and he glanced at the orange vial on the table. "Oops, I drank it."

"But that ring was secured-" Fairy Godmother started.

"In a place that wasn't cat-proof," Vivianne said.

"What happens now?" Mal asked.

Vivianne crossed her arms and Wes rolled his eyes in response. "Now, that's the thing. Vivianne said I should disappear and lay low for a while. But I say that I'm upset that my cauldron plan was taken ruined, so it's only fitting that I do what witches do best...curse all of you."

There was a collective gasp and the royals in the room shrank back.

"Not all of you technically," Wes said. "Mainly your kids, but you'll help me bind the spell to them since they're not here."

"Wes," Ben said, "just stop already. You're going too far, there's no purpose to this."

"Wickedness always has a purpose," Wes said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. His ring glowed red and he said, "thank you for broadcasting my tragic demise to the Isle. There's some information they'll want to know."

A pit grew in Mal's stomach. No magic. All of the guards in the room were dispatched by Vivianne. Most of the royal figures in the room stood behind benches, trying to put as much distance as they could between themselves and Wes. Mal, Ben, and his parents stood in front of everyone else. Wes was in the middle of the courtroom. If Mal charged at him, she might be able to tackle him. He was very thin and lanky. She doubted he was strong enough to stop her from pulling off his ring if he was too distracted to cast a spell.

Suddenly, Vivianne turned to her. "You inhaled a little too loud for your sneak attack to work," the familiar said. She smirked at the look on Mal's face. Ben grabbed Mal's hand.

Wes continued, "I think I'll rhyme the curse. Just so we're all on the same page." He closed his eyes, ring glowing a blinding red, "simitia." Vivianne handed Wes a long needle that looked like it was made of...bones. Weird marks and runes were scrawled along it. Wes took it and pricked his index finger.

Ben hissed and Mal turned to him. "What's wrong?" Ben looked at his finger and Mal followed his gaze. Ben's finger was pricked in the exact same spot Wes had pierced his own. She looked around and saw everyone-Merida, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Genie, Fairy Godmother, everyone-looking at a drop of their blood fall from their finger to the ground.

The room grew sweltering as Wes chanted, red flames swirling at his feet and growing taller with every word he spoke.

"May this spell by undone by none

By my magic ensnared, none shall be spared

These fools shall be bewitched, their souls shall be switched

Let rise of this eve's moon spell their doom

Let the reviled and exiled become the child

Let evil flood and possess their blood

Let evil spill and bend them to my will

Place each soul under the control of this heart black as coal."

The flames surrounding Wes exploded outward. Mal raised her hands as they came for her, but, other than the heat, they didn't harm her. When she heard someone cry out, she looked behind her to make sure everyone in the crowd was okay. She saw the look on Belle's face and she followed Belle's gaze to Ben. He was writhing on the floor in pain, the prick on his finger scarred over into the shape of a strange rune. She bent to his side, grabbing his hand. "Ben, what's wrong?" She asked frantically.

Belle and Beast joined her, checking to see why Ben was in such distress. "Ben, honey?" Belle tried.

"I only marked his soul with a curse. Relax, he's fine," Wes said with a little chuckle. "Though, it might get weird when Gaston takes over. I mean, he does wanna turn Beast into a rug."

Mal and Beast turned to Wes at the same time. Mal could tell from the look in Beast's eyes that his temper was getting the better of him-she couldn't blame him. She stood. "Fix this," she demanded. "Fix it now or I swear-"

"Nope," Wes said breezily. "Better say goodbye while you can. Apporime."

And, with that, Wes and Vivianne disappeared in a swirl of smoke and ashes.