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

Cold Doubts and Warm Comforts - You Can Come To Me

The current time was mid-afternoon. As Ben's Coronation marked the official end of the current semester, there were some students still roaming around the school. Plans for their next term and future choices of classes were being shared between ears and mouths.

Save for a selected few. Their minds were on different issues for the moment.

This is where one of them resided. A certain black-haired teen sat on the floor of a barren corridor with crossed limbs and hands on both sides of his face. A sad frown was etched on his features, wondering how such a wonderful morning had gone horribly wrong.

It had been a few hours since the unintentional disastrous discussion between the five former villainous teens (with one new monarch) and the headmistress. As soon as he heard from Ben that the Fairy Godmother might have some answers concerning his roots, doubt and elation swirled inside his mind. But the lack of other choices (aside from the lack of apparent activity in his necklace) convinced him otherwise.

Discarding some certain unintentional additions to their secret discussion, the results waved constantly between heavenward and earthward like the number of consumed pizza slices indicated on a line chart. Some revelations were interesting and heartwarming. Others were horrible and life changing.

But in an unfortunate turn of events, the latter exceeded the former. Horror and the mere mentions of war darkened the ambience that warmed the office. Dramatic misfortunes did nix to ameliorate the mood. The discussion would meet its end as Michael was told the tragic fate of his home and its residents. Almost all of them met disastrous ends to the Shadow Blot. The same horrific monster that has haunted him since his arrival to Auradon. But the unintentional knife that stabbed his heart was the fact he held a soul piece of the same demon.

The unveiled adumbration proved too much for him to handle. With such endless horrible scenarios and beliefs absorbed into him, Michael ran off in a flash, running blindly like an erratic bull. He didn't want to see or hear the other's take on the announcement. Nor did he know where he wanted to hide. All he knew was that he didn't want anyone to find him. Even he didn't know whether the reason was for their own safety (as usual) or his refusal for someone to discover him in such a vulnerable and miserable state. His room was too obvious. The classrooms were their second hunch. The Museum was crossed out. So was the Tourney Field. The forest looked too arduous.

So Michael went with the sole location that he could think of - The Coronation Hall. It was a total unknown with few functions. Highly unlikely for no one to find him in. It was fortunate to find no guards at the entrance or anyone else inside.

But this one held a distinctive intendment for him. Not the reminder of Maleficent's defeat to the same descendants she raised for the sole intention to ruin what Auradon tried so hard to maintain for over decades. But for the revelation that Michael discovered his ascension from a normal human.

His soft moan carried all around the silent room. Oh come on! What am I thinking?! Of course I'm still a human being! He ran a hand over his hair in slender exacerbation. Just a human with magical powers! Powers that came from a...

His eyes softened as the reminder struck into his mind. Vulnerable shininess manifested around the brown irises.

Demon...

Closing his oculars in frustration, Michael clenched both his hands around his head. An irritated groan came out as he shook all around like an excitable canine, still hearing what the Fairy Godmother had disclosed to him. The literal Wham Lines assaulted his mind with the fortitude of a monster truck.

This demonic voice I've been hearing so much recently... is the Shadow Blot. Formerly a disabled human named Robert Goderson... a child harmed from an incurable condition and twisted via the blood of the demon king... Chernabog...