The Villain's Revenge

Chapter three Kingdom of Dreams

World domination? Of course. It's all Maleficent ever talks about.

That, and bloody revenge. The ugly old hag welp, here we go!

Maleficent's tenement apartment sat directly above Bargain Castle.

It was dark, dusty, and dirty, just to Maleficent's liking. The colored window panes were mismatched and blocked out the sun. Lights in green crystals swayed from the high ceiling. The whole foul place smelled of sulfur. Maleficent, filing her nails, was seated in her tall green throne chair with her feet propped up. Mal, Grayson, Evie, Jay, and Carlos and their parents Sar around the apartment, waiting for Maleficent to explain why she had summed all of them here. Even The Horned King was annoyed about this.

The Villains had seen better days. Cruella, with her wild black-and-white hair, wore a ratty, nearly bald black-and-white dog-fur coat, which sported a bejeweled stuffed toy Dalmatian head next to her neck. She stroked it lovingly as if it were alive. Jafar, with his trademark mustache and goatee, was rocking a potbelly, a comb-over, and puffy Sansabelt pants. Evil Queen, a former beauty, pulled at her cosmetically altered face and stared into a mirror. Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos feared their parents nonetheless. Grayson didn't fear any of the other Villains known his father terrified him because basically his father is already dead.

"You will go," Maleficent commanded the teens. "You will find the Fairy Godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand." She blew on her nails. "Easy peasy."

"What's in it for us?" asked Mal

Grayson had to admit what was in for them if they did her this favor.

"Matching thrones," said Maleficent. Hers and hers crowns."

Carlos gestured to us. "Um, I-I think she meant all of us."

But Maleficent ignored him, and tossed her nail file over her shoulder, stood, and beckoned Mal to her. Grayson felt bad that Mal had to face all this alone but he kept his face emotionless.

"It's all about you and me, baby," she said, leaning in close to Mal. "Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"

"Well, yeah! I mean, who doesn't?" Mal said.

"Well, then get me that wand! And you and I can see all that and so much more!" Maleficent said. "And with that wand and my scepter " –she held up her arms–"I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!"

The Evil Queen lowered her mirror. "Our will," she said.

Cruella pointed at The Evil Queen and nodded.

"Our will, our will," Maleficent said, trying to save face. She looked at Mal. "And if you refuse, your grounded for the rest of your life, missy," she said firmly.

"What?" Cried Mal, distressed. "Mom!"

Maleficent stared into her daughter's eyes. Mal stared back at her their stares intensified. Mal and Maleficent did this very often; it was a test of power and focus. Maleficent always won. Mal blinked and turned away. "Fine, whatever," Mal said.

"I won," said Maleficent.

"Malef, relax," said Evil Queen. "You're going to pop a vein and that is a look no one can rock."

Cruella cackled.

"Did her face just move?" Maleficent asked Cruella, pointing at the Evil Queen.

Cruella used her thumb and forefinger to indicate "a little bit."

"Someone alert the media!" said Maleficent.

"Hilarious," said Evil Queen sarcastically. "Evie! My little Evil-ette in training."