Maleficent [ #twistfatechallenge]

REVERSED ROLES

These words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - were just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human. *

Saving the kingdom's princess was the first thing on Maleficent's list. The most powerful hero on earth, the angel.

Maleficent is an incarnation of pure love, though she was responsible for all misfortune in King Stefan's kingdom. He destroyed her, he hurt her, he crushed her. He was the devil himself. She didn't care if he crushed her heart beneath the heel of his way too shiny boots, she only cared about the safety of the princess.

With her dark, elegant design, dramatic and flamboyant behavior and unlimited arsenal of magic powers at her command, Maleficent, in addition to being one of the franchise's primary members. She gained power. She gained love. Everyone loved her, everyone except him. When they were kid, his love to her was like unto water, it cleaned her soul of all it's pain, darkness, and grief. It was all in the past.

"I promise I'll love you forever. I promise I'll make you smile, I promise I'll be the man of your dreams. I promise." His lies rang hollow in her ears, I believed you.

When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling-like having your heart carved out.

The harsh sound of the king's voice snapped her out of her horrified daze. As he drew the curtain aside a hideous laugh broke from the painted lips of the woman who had taken his heart a long time ago.

"What a great surprise, my love." His sarcastic tone did nothing but boil her blood, like a devil he was.

"It sure is, sweetheart." Her voice was a hoarse whisper, harsh, sarcastic, strained.

This was the day the princess would be cursed, it was all written, it was known. King Stefan is a heartless father, everyone could agree.

"Do you really hate your daughter that much? Cursing her? I thought you were a human, perhaps this is your real face, perhaps this is your real shadow. King Stefan, the devil." Maleficent's voice was laced with anger.

The sound of the shutting of the hall door fell on his ear.

King Stefan laughed in a manically sickening sound she could never forget, his laughter echoing through the hall. Everyone in the castle feared him, everyone in the castle feared the devil. Everyone except Maleficent, his childhood lover.

"What do you want to be?" Little Maleficent asked as she interwined her hand with her crush, Stefan, the innocent boy who had stole her heart with his pure eyes, the boy who had made her fall in love with a simple yet captivating smile. The boy who had turned into a person he ignored looking at, a boy who he saw in his nightmares. He became King Stefan.

"I want to be a hero, I want to save the word." Was his answer, ironic how it ended differently. He ended up destroying the world. Little naïve Malifecent stared at their intertwined hands with a small smile on her face. The little girl had dreams, dreams of the two of them, dreams of becoming the queen, dreams of marrying Stefan, but at the end of the day, she was just a little girl with dreams.