Hi everyone, its Angel here. I know I shouldn't actually be doing this now considering I'm going to be sitting for IGCSE soon. (wish me luck) But I couldn't help myself as I just watched Descendants 3 (online because it will take a while before it gets to my country) and I couldn't help but imagine what Mal's life would be like if she grew up with Hades instead of Maleficent as I think it is apparent that Hades definitely loves Mal, especially more than Maleficent ever did.

So this story is going to switch between Mal growing up with Hades (odd numbered chapters) and Mal growing up with Maleficent (even numbered chapters). I'm not quite sure how this is going to go yet, so bear with me for the first few chapters.

I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to Follow, Favourite and Review.

Hades' POV

"GET THIS BLASTED CHILD OUT OF ME!!!" My darling wife, note the sarcasm, screamed and seemed to make everyone on the streets of the isle disappear despite it being 8 in the morning.

"Now, now, evilness. We don't want to terrorise our child before it's even born." I tried to calm her down only for her to push me away with surprising force for a pregnant lady of eight months, but then I again, her strength is why I fell in love with her.

"Our child being terrified from the moment he's born will be good." She managed to get out between screams. "He will know what's expected of him."

I inwardly shook my head. I don't want my child to live in fear from the moment it's born. I want it to grow and be herself, because I'm pretty sure she's a girl since the other gods have already told me, not having to live up to Maleficent's, or even my expectations.

"Yes dear." I said because fighting with a pregnant lady, especially Maleficent, is not a good idea.

"Aah!!!" She started screaming repeatedly. The midwife then suddenly spoke, up until then, I forgot she was there.

"The baby's coming." She quickly positioned herself. "At the next contraction, push."

Maleficent didn't have any chance to respond as the next one arrived.

"Aah!" Her screams were interrupted by louder wails.

"Congratulations. It's a girl." The midwife cleaned the baby and passed her towards Maleficent.

"No! It's supposed to be a boy!" She pushed the baby, our baby away from her. I quickly took it from the midwife's arms and walked away, deciding that it was best to keep her away from her mother for a while.

"Hi baby. I'm your daddy and I'll love you forever no matter what happens." Her eyes open and I can't help but fall in love with the familiar emerald orbs. I cradle her deeper into me and she curls into my warmth. "Your my girl."

D3 IS FINALLY HERE!!! D3 IS FINALLY HERE!!!

"C'mon Mistress of Evil, don't you want to meet your baby girl." I tried to pass her to her mom only for Maleficent to push her away once again, and the baby to start crying.

"TURN THE BLASTED THING OFF!!!" She screams as she covers her ears.

I hold her closer towards me. "She's hungry. You need to feed her." I try to shush her but it only does so much because I don't think babies are supposed to go without food this long.

Maleficent takes one look at her and groans. "Fine. But you have to stop coddling her with all this affection. It's going to make her softer and the farthest thing from the descendant of the two most powerful creatures in the world."

I handed her over but as I did, I couldn't help but think that I wouldn't care if she didn't act like my offspring. All I want is for her to be happy and healthy, and maybe one day get off the isle.

Once she's done feeding, I take her into my arms again and start to burp her, only for Maleficent to nearly snatch her out of my arms.

"What do you think you're doing?! She needs to learn how to burp herself, or else she'll never survive." I can only look at her incredulously.

"Maleficent, she's not even a week old. At least let me burp her until she's a month old just so she'll know how to by then." I stop and try to reason with Maleficent. Before she could reply however, the baby burped, making Maleficent smile with delight.

"See, she doesn't need you." She gives me a smirk before continuing. "I guess she is a fast learner. She might actually do well as the evilest villain in the world, second only to me of course." I don't quite agree with Maleficent's intentions while raising our daughter, but at least she's showing her some sort of affection, in her own way.

"Off course she will be, my evilness. However, this little villain needs a name." I remind her as I don't think I can call her by pronouns for the rest of her life.

"Well, she'll have a lot to live up to, being my daughter and all, so her name will be 'Maleficent'. However, she will not be able to use her full name until she earns it, so for now she shall be called 'Mal'."

I nodded. "What about her middle name?"

"Bertha!" She responded without a second thought. "It means bright and intelligent so she'll be very good at coming up with schemes to take over the world. Plus, it sounds terrible and will therefore be embarrassing so it will be up to her to make her name feared."

I turned to the baby in my arms. "Hello Mal Bertha, Princess of the Underwood."