Princess Of The Underworld

02| Dear Old Dad

I sat at the small table in Maleficent and Mal's apartment, my feet propped up on the table.

"You go to Auardon, meet the Fairy Godmother, and bring her wand to me. Easy peasy." Maleficent told the plan.

"What's in it for us?" Her daughter asked.

"Matching thrones, her's and her's crowns." Maleficent listed, naming stuff for herself and Mal.

"I think she meant all of us." Carlos suggested ,motioning to the group and I hummed in agreement.

"It's all about you and me, baby." The horned women told her daughter as she beckoned her forward. "Do you enjoy watching people suffer?" I found myself nodding even though the question wasn't directed at me.

  Mal scoffed, "Yeah, who doesn't?"

"Well, then get me the wand!" Maleficent shouted, causing my father to roll his eyes. "And you and I can see all that and so much more. And with that wand and my scepter, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!"

"Our will." My father reminded Maleficent, the other villains nodded.

"Our will, our will." Maleficent corrected herself, she then snapped, catching Mal's attention, "And if you refuse, you're grounded for the rest of your life, missy."

"What? Mom-" Mal was cut off by a snap and it only took a second to realize what was going on, they were having a stare off.

Mal grunted in defeat, "Fine. Whatever."

"I win." Maleficent announced, just as the Evil Queen called for her daughter. Evie then skipped over, sitting down next to me.

"My little evil-ette in training, you just find yourself a prince with a big castle, and a mother in law wing." The Evil Queen instructed het daughter.

"And lots and lots of mirrors." The duo said causing Evie to giggle.

"No laughing," Her mother snapped, "Wrinkles." Evie immediately stopped giggling.

"Hadey, you're going." My father ordered, not looking up from his nails.

  I rolled my eyes, scowling over at him, "Dad!" I argued, "If I go, who will help run the underworld?"

The Evil Queen looked over at my father from across the table, "I've been meaning to ask, how is the underworld these days?"

I shrugged, blowing a piece of blue hair out if my face, "A little dark, a little gloomy, and as always, full of dead people."

My father chuckled, before glancing up at me, "You're going."

    I let out an annoyed sigh, my hair smoking a bit as I leaned back in my chair. This could not be happening.

"Carlos can't go!" Cruella exclaimed looking at her son, "I'd miss him too much!"

The black and white haired boy looked up at his mother, "Really, mom?"

Cruella nodded, "Yes. Who would touch up my roots, fluff my fur, and scrape the bunions off my feet?" She then pushed her leg into Carlos' arm, who dropped it back to the floor.

"Yeah, maybe a new school wouldn't be the worst thing."

"Oh, Carlos," His mom rubbed his cheek, "They have dogs in Auradon."

The De Vil boy's eyes grew wide at the mention of dogs and he shook his head, "Oh, no! I'm not going!"

"Well, Jay isn't going either. I need him to stock the shelves in my store. What did you score?"