“Oh two dear, naturally. One can afford to indulge when you’re never sure which idiot hero will drive a sword into your heart,” she chuckled a bit, shaking her head. “On the subject of heroics, however, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she squared herself, despite her overwhelming ego, she still felt small beside the Dark Lord, “would you have any interest in joining me for a bit of torture? A touch of maiming? I’m sure there is some unsuspecting imbecile out there that could become a prime target. I’ve been feeling a little stir crazy lately, and nothing calms the nerves like the smell of blood, don’t you agree?” She smiled faintly, smoothing the folds of her robes.
Chernabog took a sip of his tea and considered it. Maiming? Torture? It all sounded so very promising. After all, there was nothing he enjoyed more. It sounded almost as appealing as Walpurgis Night. Why wait? “I am sure I could find some time in my very busy schedule to join you in such a fright,” he agreed. “What exactly did you have in mind my dear Maleficent?” He smiled, he could already taste the
teablood.“Oh. I figure we could walk about down and sneak up behind whichever prey we deem fit. Although I must say I am up for a challenge. I like my victims to have a bit of fight in them. There’s nothing fun about shooting fish in a barrel.” She cocked a brow rakishly and finished her tea. The warmth flooding her body and giving her as much energy as her beloved green fairy. There was no better night than this to seek out the lambs so ready for the slaughter.
“I agree completely,” he nodded. “Fight just adds to the game,” he said, chuckling darkly. He crushed the tea cup in his claws once he was done drinking. “The full moon is out this witching hour, what better time to seek out our prey, hmm?”
Not even the fiery pits of hell could quench Chernabog’s undying thirst for a spot of tea. And who better to share it with, than with one of his darkest allies? He poured himself a cup of tea, and another cup for Maleficent. And then the corners of his lips curled up into a menacing smile. “Will that be one lump or two?”
“Oh two dear, naturally. One can afford to indulge when you’re never sure which idiot hero will drive a sword into your heart,” she chuckled a bit, shaking her head. “On the subject of heroics, however, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she squared herself, despite her overwhelming ego, she still felt small beside the Dark Lord, “would you have any interest in joining me for a bit of torture? A touch of maiming? I’m sure there is some unsuspecting imbecile out there that could become a prime target. I’ve been feeling a little stir crazy lately, and nothing calms the nerves like the smell of blood, don’t you agree?” She smiled faintly, smoothing the folds of her robes.
Chernabog took a sip of his tea and considered it. Maiming? Torture? It all sounded so very promising. After all, there was nothing he enjoyed more. It sounded almost as appealing as Walpurgis Night. Why wait? “I am sure I could find some time in my very busy schedule to join you in such a fright,” he agreed. “What exactly did you have in mind my dear Maleficent?” He smiled, he could already taste the tea blood.
Not even the fiery pits of hell could quench Chernabog’s undying thirst for a spot of tea. And who better to share it with, than with one of his darkest allies? He poured himself a cup of tea, and another cup for Maleficent. And then the corners of his lips curled up into a menacing smile. “Will that be one lump or two?”
“Why th-! Fire? Really?I suppose I deserved that,” Despite being immortal, flames still stung, bad. “I really regret wearing these shoes,” she mumbled, slipping them off and dropping them on the ground next to her. It was impossible to see anything besides the flames, and even if anything was visible it would only be rock. How lovely. “I have my own tricks too y’know!” she yelled from the pit. No, she didn’t have a plan. Yes, she intended on making one. Flowers couldn’t save her, not here. Being nice certainly wouldn’t help. And she couldn’t transport herself out without him seeing her first. The sweet, innocent, girl act was up and she knew it. Angered and a bit bitter she tied her hair back and tried to focus on the task at hand.
Chernabog shook his head at her, knowing the flames would die out by morning. Anything that happened in the light was no concern of his. He smiled, enjoying her discomfort. But Bald Mountain called for him. Tonight the demons would dance once again and evil would be unleashed onto the night. With his wings outstretched he set off into the air and out of the smoke. The flames were beauty in his eyes. He could finally join his dark spirits in celebration. It would be a long night.
