𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 - 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧

ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ 23ʀᴅ
ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴇ 1219ᴀᴄ
6 ᴀᴍ

THE ROTTEN were entering The Demon's Den, their shared residence. It was a not-too shabby manor they made their headquarters. Big enough for individual rooms, a kitchen still intact, and even a living room. They had been discussing going off-island to the mainland for over an hour.

"Well, I love the idea of going." Evie expressed with a great big smile on her face as she threw her jacket on one of the table's chairs.

"You just want to go because it's filled with dozens of pretty faces that you want to get rid of," Jay said, grabbing a scratched-up bottle of wine from the rack in the kitchen. It was a miracle if you could find any that weren't broken around here. The other three still didn't know where he managed to get them.

"You're not wrong." She grinned with a laugh.

Jay popped the bottle open, serving a wine tumbler glass for each of them before taking a sip of his own. "I thought you never followed your mom's ideals." His question was pointed at Mal.

"I don't, but I know how to make the best of an opportunity." She pointed as she grabbed her drink off the table, "If we go to this place we can finally make something of ourselves."

"We have an entire island that's frightened of us." Carlos reminded her as he leaned against one of the many concrete pillars in the main room, drink in hand.

"Not an entire island." Evie clarified, silently reminding them that Uma still had a loyal following on the South-East Side of the Isle. Mal sent her the stink eye when the blue-haired girl mentioned that. They all knew just how much Mal despised not having full control of the Isle.

"I'm all for it," Jay spoke up. He was the quiet type. The others, they liked to talk a little too much with their prey, making them more afraid, making them more psychologically scarred if they lived. Jay preferred it quick and easy, if he wanted something, he would take it. If he couldn't, no one could. "The second we take over, I can finally have Agrabah."

"Yes, we've all heard your tale, blood ruler," Carlos muttered, intentionally loud to mock Jay. The older boy simply winked at him, not bothered by Carlos' many quips. The de Vil boy wasn't all that impressed by royalty or castles and he certainly didn't want to leave the Isle. He pushed himself off the pillar, everyone's attention on him as he walked towards the couches. "I'm not going." Carlos declared before falling backward on the lumpy couch with a loud thud.

         He was instantly met with raised eyes, Mal in particular didn't like splitting up the group. She marched his way and stood in front of him. "What? Carlos, you have to, we're a team. We do this together." She almost growled. Mal had put them together for a reason, she knew they were more powerful united than apart. And this was no different, if they wanted to pull this off they were going to need each other.

"Why the hell would I want to go there?" He questioned, his face lifting from examining his nails to face the purple-haired girl. He understood why she wanted to go, why they all wanted to go, but he didn't care about that. If he wanted to stay, he would.

"Think about all the fuzzy creatures!" Evie said happily, trying to convince him. The two were the closest out of all four of them. He had had a small crush on her once when they first met and often brought her different animal bones for her elixirs. He got over it in two weeks but they had formed a nice friendship. He still helped her with her potions occasionally, having a large assortment of bones and pelts came in handy. She figured if anyone could convince him to go, it'd be her.