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[Maleficente / Malefica]

MAKE A WHOLE NEW RELIGION, A FALLING STAR THAT YOU CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT

It had been some time since the witches had returned to this land. After their birth, the triplets had seemed to go their own way. The girls had sought out the world; to see and learn more of their powers while their brother had stayed behind. He had settled in this jungle and called it his home. While they had been nomads, selling their skills to those that were desperate enough to pay their price. Now, they weaved their spells into runes, lacing their skin with glowing swirls and orbs of different colors.

They had not expected to return to Beqanna in their lifetime, as extended as it was by their immortality spells and eternal youth potions. Yet, their connection with Maleficar had suddenly felt different. It tugged on them, forcefully pulling them back to the lands they had been born. Though it was not as they had left it. This was not the same world they had left behind so long ago. A new adventure awaited them here… and new victims to pray upon their desperation to be anything other than themselves.

They knew their brother called Tephra his home. A thick, foreboding jungle where light barely reached the jungle floor. It fit them, it fit their wild and shadowy nature. The two black witches stood opposite sides of their brother and his… guest? Hidden in the thick undergrowth melding into the shadows, yards away, they watched the two males speak, exchanging pleasantries before the scaled one finally stated his business for coming here. Maleficente caught her sister’s eye in a gesture akin to ‘shall we?’ and Malefica gave an almost imperceptible nod. He wanted the witches of the jungle, did he not?

So, the twin obsidian witches slipped from the undergrowth and prowled toward the duo much like panthers on a hunt. The glowing runes on their skin was the only visible trace of them until they came to their brother’s sides. Maleficente posed on his right side and Malefica on his left, curving around him like possessive cats. Both pressed their muzzles into each side of his neck in greeting, inhaling his scent for a moment before turning their eerie violet eyes towards the scaled prince in front of them. A first-born prince at that… perhaps their lucky day? So much power in the blood of kings… so much he could be used for. 

“And what is it that you wish for so terribly that you would offer your very blood to obtain?” Maleficente’s ethereal, husky voice finally broke the silence that had seemed to drag on between them. Her unearthly eyes flick to her sister. “Do you truly know what it is that you offer us?” Malefica’s voice was ghostly though light and more feminine than her older sister’s. The witches gaze passively at the boy who would give up his soul for his desires. Surly their brother understood the value of such an offer of king’s blood and the spells they could bolster with it.

MALEFICENTE & MALEFICA
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