Gukasho’s fist-sized eyes brimmed with tears as he watched his master’s daughter leave the open arena alongside the headmaster and the academy guards—leaving his master frozen in place. Lady Maleficent did not spare a single glance for her father. With her shoulders squared and chin held high, Maleficent the Glutton walked with pride—an attitude unbecoming of someone supposedly guilty. Though her clothes were in tatters, exposing her marked legs and thighs through the torn gaps in her stockings, Maleficent remained deep in thought as she trudged toward the hexagram that served as a portal from Transylvania Academy to wherever Headmaster Kirk was taking her.
“On you go!” Professor Amadeus the Lustful ushered students from various dormitories toward the different portals now opening before
