Descent into Madness: A love story

The girl in the mirror

After classes ended for the day, Maleficent walked back to her dorm room. The headmaster had seen her, even asked her what was going on. Merlin asked if she had been in an accident or if someone had done this to her. He had been shocked when he found out it was the doing of Stefan.

She was pacing back and forth in her room, this day had been so draining. The whispers, the surrounding murmurs, around her, about her, made her sick.

Being the most talked about student, because you all of a sudden became disabled by the hands of someone you trusted and loved, wasn't the way you wanted to be talked about. Being known at school, by first-year students, seniors she had never even talked to, barely seen around school, for looking so naive, for being a fool, for looking so different all of a sudden.

People used to admire her wings, they made her noticeable, made her stand out in a room full of people, it made her herself. She was the fastest to be anywhere just because she could fly. Now her friends would walk slower, adjust to her pace, because she struggled to walk. It was very thoughtful of them, more than she expected as they were villains.

She didn't want to be known for being a naive fool, for being the girl that got her wings stolen.

While she was pacing around her dorm room, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the standing mirror. She stalked towards the mirror.

She was so familiar, the girl in the mirror, black hair with V-shaped bangs, horns that were covered in black locks. The gleam in her eyes was so familiar, a green she could recognize as her own. This girl wasn't her, couldn't be her, as she did not have wings, but it was her, her eyes sore, her skin an unusual pallor, even for her. The girl in the mirror was her.

Yes, Hades was right, she was still beautiful, but she didn't feel like herself, she felt like a mere copy of who she used to be and that's all it took for her to smash the end of her scepter into the mirror, breaking it.

How she wished Hades was there right now, with his kind words he seemed to only have reserved for her. She had felt such a deep connection with him and never knew why.

She wished she was in the Moors right now, to tell her parents what had happened, needed to feel the touch of their spirits.

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Hades had been looking for a certain someone everywhere. Okay, he and his friends, besides Mal, had been looking for him. They had split up, looking everywhere for the perpetrator, which Stefan was.

They all had different plans of getting revenge on Maleficent. They wouldn't kill him, merely scare him with their devious plans. They would let him stay alive, so if Maleficent ever wants to get revenge, she still has a chance to do so.

They had looked through the school lounges, in the yard. Hell, Morgie had even asked if Stefan was in detention. The boys had checked all the different male bathrooms.

Uliana had wanted to use one of her tentacles to choke him just until he would pass out, James and Morgie went together and wanted to hook him.

Hades, though, wanted to do something with fire, as Stefan had burned Maleficent as well. Considering that he was the only one knowing the whole story. He wanted the worst to happen to Stefan.

Hades had found him, wandering around on the school floor. He had seemed very pleased with himself, a smug smile on his face so big it disgusted Hades.

He sneaked up to him, grabbed his wrist with some fire coming from his hand, burning his wrist.

"Hey there, Stefan." Hades said in an overly friendly tone, causing the brown-haired boy to look up at him.

Hades grabbed the collar of the smaller boy's shirt and pushed him against the locker.