𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 - carlos de vil ✔︎

01.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　DESCENDANTS 1　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

MY NAME is Esmeralda, but I go by Esme, I also have no last name being the daughter of the Enchantress. I was abandoned on a doorstep and brought to the Beast and Belle, King and Queen of Auradon. They wanted to find my parents, which led to them doing a DNA test and finding out I had powers. And because I had special abilities, they banished me to the Isle, making my powers only weaker and, thankfully, not fully gone.

The Isle is a prison for all the villains and their sidekicks, if you didn't know. Here on the island, I made friends, best friends. Mal, daughter of Maleficent, Jay, son of Jafar, Carlos, son of Cruella de Vil, and Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen. People feared us here because we were always wreaking havoc everywhere we went.

At the moment, we were laughing with some other VKs after we had just danced and sang. Mal leaned down, grabbing a lollipop from a baby's hand as he was passing in a wagon. She licked it, turning around and holding it up making us laugh harder. I chuckled, standing in between Jay and Carlos, moving a strand of hair out of my face.

Suddenly us four saw two of Maleficent's servants walking towards us, causing everyone else to run away, screaming and crying. My smiled turned down into a frown, as Mal turned to face the two men. "Hi, mom."

She shoved the servants out of the way, revealing herself. "Stealing candy, Mal? I'm so disappointed..."

"It was from a baby." M smirked, and her mother smiled wickedly and widely.

"Ah! That's my nasty little girl." She took the lollipop from her grasp, spitting on it and shoving it into her armpit.

"Mm! Give it back to the dreadful creature." Maleficent handed it off to one of her men.

"Mom..." Her teenager pouted.

"It's the deets, Mal, that makes the difference between mean and truly evil!" She waved to the child from before and his mother. "When I was your age, I was cursing entire kingdoms..."

Mal mouthed 'entire kingdoms' being able to predict her words. "You... Walk with me."

Maleficent dragged her over with an arm over her shoulders, "See, I'm just trying to teach you the thing that really counts, how to be me."

"I know that, and I'll do better." Mal reassured her mother as us four moved closer to each other, with my elbow on Jay's shoulder.

"Oh! There's news. I buried the lead!" The villain shouted, walking back a couple steps. "You five have been chosen to go to a different school..."

Four men moved behind us, for some reason. "In Auradon." Oh, that's why.

We tried to escape, but the men grabbed us. I kicked his leg with the back of my boot, and he limped over, stepping away from me, holding his shin.

"Esme!" Mal yelled, signalling to not hurt the guy anymore, and I sighed in disappointment that she wouldn't let me anymore. She turned back to her mother. "What? I'm not going to boarding school, filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses."

"And perfect princes!" Evie sighed in excitement, walking forward. Mal scoffed and E straightened out. "Ugh..."

"Auradon is filled with rude ass people and unless the King wants me to curse them, I'm not going." I snarled, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, and I don't do uniforms. Unless it's leather, you feel me?" Jay laughed, holding out a hand for me to high-five, but I rolled my eyes.

Carlos went and leaned over Mal's shoulder, "I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon. Mom said they're rabid pack animals who eat boys who don't behave..."

"Watch this." Jay whispered, smirking at me. He walked behind the boy and woofed like a dog, scaring the boy. Jay laughed as Carlos shoved his shoulder and Evie giggle. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. He always liked tricking and scaring Carlos, but I never stood for it.

"Yeah, mom. We're not going."

"Oh, you're thinking small, pumpkin. It's all about world domination..." Maleficent licked her teeth greedily. "Knuckleheads!"

She walked off with her men following, before glancing over her shoulder. "Mal~"

She sighed, turning around and following with us behind.

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"You will go. You will find the Fairy Godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. Easy-peasy." Maleficent smirked, filling her nails.

"What's in it for us?" I cocked a brow, arms crossed beside Carlos and M.

"Matching thrones... Hers-and-hers crowns." She shrugged.

"Uh, I think she meant us." Carlos corrected her and I nodded.

She threw her nail file over her shoulder with a clatter, standing up, signalling for her daughter to come closer. "It's all about you and me, baby! Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, who doesn't-"

"Well, then get me the wand! And you and I can see all that and so much more... And with that wand and my sceptre, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!" Her mother raised her arms, shaking them like a psycho.

"Our will." EQ interrupted, looking away from her mirror.

"Our will, our will..." Maleficent corrected herself, snapping her fingers and regaining our attention as Jay walked over to his father. "And if you refuse, you're grounded for the rest of your life, missy."

"What... mom-"

She closed her fingers together, shutting M up and leaning forward, eyes green. They had a longer than usual staring contest, meaning Mal was getting a bit stronger.

"Ugh... Fine, whatever." Mal sighed, walking away and sitting on the steps.

"I win." Maleficent stated, standing up straight and touching the top of her head.

"Evie! My little Evil-ette in training." E's mother called, making her rush over and sit down.

I zone out for a bit, after walking over and sitting on the edge of the dinning table. Once I came back, I hadn't realized, but I had just created a whole tattoo on my arm. A dagger with vines and flowers of sorts tangled around it like a snake around someone's neck.  I traced it gently with the pads of my fingers, confused. I only knew how to shape-shift and to make curses and enchantments. This tattoo had to be an enchantment, cause who would curse themselves? Suddenly, I lifted my hand up a couple inches above the drawing and then the dagger had emerged from my arm, into my hand as a solid object. I stared at it in awe.