Hey! Roxy Goth here with my first Decedents fafic. Hope you all enjoy. Feel free to check out my profile if you wish.

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Maleficent was not happy. First of all she was brought back from the dead, then she fell in love with HIM, and then the next thing King Beastie sends all the villains/sidekicks to this pitfall excuse of an island. On the bright side she had been able to use her magic to build a castle, the biggest bestest castle on the whole island, and sealed completely in darkness, naturally. She hated light. Anyway, as if that hadn't been enough she'd then discovered she was pregnant. Brilliant, because the best place to raise a child is on a tiny island with no way out. One day she'd get revenge on that dreadful excuse of a king…

Until then though she was pushing a pram through an alleyway, cursing the fact that children needed fresh air. Her daughter, Mal, named after yours truly, obviously, had not stopped crying for the past 10 minutes. Eventually, fed up, Maleficent had shoved the child in a pram and stormed out the door, stopping only to grab a hat and a pair of sunglasses to hide her features from the light.

As she hurried through the island she stopped suddenly, nearly banging into a stall. The owner's angry yells were ignored by Maleficent who was staring at the back of someone's head. This someone was out in the sun actually enjoying it. Maleficent shook her head and hurried back to her castle, wondering why some people were so stupid.

The same situation happened for about the next week, though usually without the angry stall owner. Mal would cry, her mother would walk her round the island, she'd see the same women in the same spot soaking up the same sun. Because she was always faced away from her Maleficent had no idea who the woman was. Until that day.

She'd been forced to stop and pick up her daughter, holding her close to her and attempting to soothe her. "There there…darling, er, mummy's here…" Yeah, she wasn't the best at this maternal lark. The women on the chair chose that moment to lean over to her bag and remove a mirror, holding it up to admire her reflection.

Maleficent could have slapped herself. Of course, the Evil Queen. THE original villain. God she must be ancient now. Now, the most powerful sorceress in the world was not one to be dumbstruck, but when she'd been starting out in the world of evil one of the first thing she'd done was to research other villains, mainly to see the competition, and Queennies name had certainly come up. Potions were her speciality, her mirror was her best friend and she had created the art of manipulation. The way she'd manipulated the King to dump the then queen had been amazing. The fact she'd then followed it up by killing him with a poisoned apple had been legendary and forcing his daughter to work as a slave had been the cherry on the cake. Of course, she'd been defeated, otherwise she wouldn't be here. Too cocky, Maleficent had decided. Tried to use the same thing twice. That was one of the things she'd leant from her, never try the same thing twice.

It was these thoughts in mind that caused her to step forwards, into the light towards the queen, wincing just ever so slightly as she did so.

The queen herself was happy absorbing the sunlight until it was suddenly blocked. Removing her own shades she looked up to see Maleficent standing in front of her, holding a crying child and looking slightly…horrible. "May I…help you?" She enquired coolly.

"I'm Maleficent." The other women introduced.

The Evil Queen raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "I know, you're famous, darling. Fantastic spell, putting the whole castle to sleep like that. Very nice the way you got the sleeping idiot to prick her own finger…whatever are you doing to that child? Give her here."

Before Maleficent quite got her head round the situation the Queen had stood up and taken Mal out of her arms. Truth be told the women in black and purple was relieved.

Jiggling Mel in her arms a bit, the Queen looked over at Maleficent. "I'm Grimhield, AKA Evil Queen. But you can call me Queenie, everyone does. What's the angel's name?" She asked, nodding at Mel.

"Mel. Named after me of course."

The queen smiled. "Continuing the tradition? Lovely, when's mine's born I'm planning to call her Evie, because she's obviously going to be evil, so why not? Don't wince dear; it causes wrinkles and stop screwing your eyes up! What's wrong with you?"

Maleficent frowned, she wasn't used to being talked to like that, but it was actually quite refreshing to find someone who was willing to just talk to her instead of running away in fear. "I'm not used to being in the sun. I like darkness."

"Well, darkness is alright I suppose, but exposer to the sun gives your skin a natural glow and gives you vitamin D at the same time. The again, pale suits you, goes with the couler of your dress, but you do need some blusher…oh! Darling I have just the thing back at my castle, you must let me take you back and do your hair and make-up! I have a hall of mirrors, so you can see what you look like from all directions!"

"No!" Maleficent said sharply. "No. I…don't like mirrors. They reflect light. I told you I don't like light."

"Well let's get out of it then." Queenie said, walking away still holding Mal. Maleficent followed, feeling slightly foolish, normally she was the one being followed. Then again this was the Evil Queen she was dealing with…

"…And blusher for your cheeks, of course, and…"

"I'm sorry, what? No, I don't do make-up." Maleficent insisted.

"But, darling, how can you ever attract a man without make-up? Looks are important, you know."

"I know, but believe me Queenie; I've never had trouble making an entrance."

"Just some mascara? You've got fantastic eyes; you need something to bring them out. And have you ever thought about lipstick?"

"I don't like red or pink."

The Queen sighed and gave Mal, who had stopped crying, back to her rightful mother. "What are your favourite coulers then?"

Maleficent resisted the urge to roll her eyes and indicate her outfit, was it not obvious? "Black and purple."

"Alright! Don't take that tone with me; I know more about potions than you ever will!"

That sounded like a challenge, Maleficent thought, frowning. "I know more about spells."

"I can put a potion into anything!"

"I have a spell for every event."

"I had a henchmen cut out Snow White's heart!"

"He didn't do a very good job though, did he? I disguised myself as an old hag and did the deed myself!"

"So did I! And, mine worked!"

"So did mine!"

"I was the first villain ever!"

"I'm the greatest!"

"I'll never be forgotten!"

"Well. Nether. Will. I." By this time the two women were stood face-to-face glaring at each other. The locked eyes and the realised the ridiculousness of the situation they were in and bother fell about laughing.

"Oh that was good. Let's just say we're both great and leave it at that?" The Queen suggested.

Maleficent found herself smiling for the first time in a while. "Sure. And Queenie?"

"Yes, dear?"

"If you have to do lipstick, I prefer purple."