Princess Bella, the first and only daughter of the famous rulers of the United Kingdom of Auradon, Belle and Beast. The twin sister of Prince Ben, younger by 12 minutes. And the royal advisor to her brother, the soon-to-be-king.
After Mal, Evie Car...
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OMINOUS MUSIC COULD BE HEARD AROUND, along with the crackle sound of the fire burning and the bubbling sound of something wicked brewing.
"Let's give Auradon a taste of Evil." Mal's voice echoed through the smoky, dimly lit room, her eyes glowing with mischieve .
The four villain kids—Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos—stood around the bubbling cauldron, the crackling of fire mingling with the eerie sounds of something dark and dangerous brewing. The room smelled of sulfur and wicked intent. They were brewing something, something truly wicked.
Evie, with a wicked grin, dipped her wooden spoon into the cauldron and slowly lifted out a single, gleaming red apple. Its vibrant, poisonous hue gleamed under the dim light. She held it out toward Mal, who inhaled deeply, her nose wrinkling with satisfaction. Her spell book was open, pages fluttering slightly as if stirred by an unseen force.
To her sides were Jay and Carlos stood at the ready, each gripping a bucket filled to the brim with more apples. Their eyes glinted with mischief, knowing they were on the verge of something monumental. Evie's grin widened as she twirled the apple, watching the light catch its perfect surface.
Evie gave a devious smirk to Mal when she saw how ripe and red the apple was. Mal turn to a page from her spell book and with a low, steady voice, she began to chant:
"Wicked ways beneath the skin Let all who taste it now join it."
She gave a smirk to her friends and let out a cackled laugh. The cauldron then billed and bubbled violently, a dark mist curling upwards, wrapping around the enchanted apples. Each one shone brighter, the red deepening into something more ominous.
Jay and Carlos exchanged mischievous smirks before tipping their buckets over the cauldron, letting the apples spill into the bubbling potion with reckless abandon. The liquid hissed and splashed, but the boys didn't care. They watched with satisfaction as the apples, upon contact with the potion, transformed into the richest, most vibrant shade of red—each one gleaming as if it held a secret.
One by one, the apples floated to the surface, flawless and ripe with wickedness.
The four of them burst into laughter, the kind that echoed with danger and mischief. Their plan was no longer just an idea—it was about to unfold in the most spectacular, sinister way possible.
It was evil.
It was perfect.
It was wicked.
They were not just ordinary kids—they were the children of the most vile, twisted villains in the land. Mal, the daughter of Maleficent. Evie, the daughter of the Evil Queen. Jay, son of Jafar. And Carlos, son of Cruella de Vil. All their lives, they had been taught one thing: how to be bad.
