Rejecting the Evil // Descendants

Inviting the Villain Kids

Ben's POV:

One of the tailors measured me for my outfit while I stared out at the Isle of the Lost. "Sleeve. Head. Ah-ha!"

My father, King Beast, said, "How is it possible that you're going to be crowned king next month? You're just a baby."

"He's turning 16, dear." My mother, Belle, answered.

"Hey, pops." I called.

My father glanced to my mother. "Gosh! 16? That's far too young to be crowned king. I didn't make a good decision until I was at least 42."

My mom frowned. "Uh, you decided to marry me at 28."

"Ah, it was either you or a teapot. Kidding. I'm only kidding."

"Mom, Dad..." I called out again.

The tailor frowned, protesting my movements. "Ah! Nn-nnh!"

"I've chosen my first official proclamation. I've decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon. Everytime I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned."

My father's eyes widened. "The children of our sworn enemies? Living among us?"

"We start out with a few at first, only the ones who need our help the most. I've already chosen them."

"Have you?"

My mom smiled. "I gave you a chance. Who are their parents?"

"Cruella De Vil...Jafar...Evil Queen...Mother Gothel...and Maleficent."

The tailor let out a yelp and my father's eyes narrowed. "Maleficent and Mother Gothel! They're the worst villains in the land!"

"Dad, just hear me out here!" I protested.

My father frowned. "I won't hear of it. They are guilty of unspeakable crimes."

"Dad, their children are innocent. Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life? Dad?"

My father's gaze turned to my mother and she seemed to believe me. My father sighed. "I suppose their children are innocent."

My mother smiled. "Well done. Shall we?"

The two of them walked out of the room, linking arms. The tailor continued to measure me for my coronation outfit.

Mia's POV:

Mal handed me a can of red spray paint and we touched up the Long Live Evil graffiti we'd done previously.

[Rotten to the Core]

Mal grabbed a lollipop from a baby in a wagon. I snagged a red scarf from a passing girl. "Mal? Whaddya think? Evie?"

Evie nodded. "It's totally your color."

Mal poked my shoulder, seeing her mom and mine. "Hi, mom. Hi, Mother Gothel."

Maleficent frowned. "Stealing candy? I'm so disappointed."

Mal shrugged. "It was from a baby."

My mother sighed. "A scarf, Mia?"

"I grabbed it from a little girl's neck."

My mother smiled, as did Maleficent. "That's my nasty little girl."

Mal gave the lollipop back to her mother and she spit on it. "Give it back to the dreadful creature."

"Mom..." Mal protested.

"It's the deets, Mal, that make the difference between mean and truly evil. When I was your age, I was cursing entire kingdoms. You. Walk with me. You too, Mia. See, we're just, we're just trying to teach you the thing that really counts...how to be us."