Disney's Descendants (Male Reader x Evie) [Under Very Heavy Editing]

The Prologue - Ben's Proclamation

Once upon a time...

Long, long ago...

Well, more like twenty years ago...

Belle married Adam in front of six-thousand of their closest personal friends.

Big cake.

Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Adam united all the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon. He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks, basically the interesting people, and booted them off to the Isle of the Lost with a magical barrier to keep them there.

This is my hood. No magic. No WI-FI. No way out.

Or so I thought.

Hang on! You're about to meet us. But first this happened.

A lone castle stood in the middle of a cast-down concourse. The citadel looked a little disheveled and sullied. Both the exterior and the interior were lifeless. The foundations were a dead hazel.

Its lone resident was a tall and slender sallow-skinned woman. Her face looked narrowed with an obtrusive chin. She was clad in a black-and-violet robe with bat pennon contours. On her finger was a gold ring with a mysterious circular black stone.

The lividness amassed a cold level of horror with the harsh scowl on her face. Her hideous black look was aimed towards another distinct island. The location stood much far from her current residence.

The distant civilization was the divine abode from where she stood. The colorful and blithesome terrain amassed the realistic heaven. The meadows manifested wonderful beams as the field danced with the wind. The surface of the lucent ocean shimmered under the sun. All the more unfortunate that the haven was far out of her reach and the slums with the diseased constructed dwellings was her current inhabitancy.

Her irritation was unanimous.

The abhorrence remained on her darkish features as the villainous woman quivered with madness at the recent united land of Auradon.

This is an outrage! All of my powers! All of the fear! Stripped from my very core!

Maleficent swiveled her head around to her current château with evident distaste.

To be reduced to living in such deteriorating quarters! To be tossed aside like garbage! It's insulting!!

Not that she would admit it out loud, but buried within her detestation was reluctant relief. The lone decisive factor of her current residence was that the construction came with immense size. The abundant amount of rooms added a small taste of easiness. Plus the dark castle was the most luxurious out of all the Isle of the Lost. An initial flawless reflection of her abhorrent influence.

But the reverie was no more as Maleficent bestowed a brief swivel to her rich staff. Real sadness lowered her features. The stave had been her trademark weapon for many decades. Raining fear and endowment over her enemies. The dust showered over the brilliant tint and the lambent had dimmed down. It was a literal shell of its former self.