“Maleficent,” said Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton. His tone was even as his gleaming emerald eyes did not dwindle. It was as if he was not showing any filial piety for his daughter.
“Dad,” Maleficent replied on equal tone though every fiber of her being was trembling and was one the verge of submitting. On instinct, shivers ran down Maleficent’s spine as she stared at her father’s emotionless yet predatory eyes. It was alert but unfeeling. Somehow, at the back of her mind, she could tell why her mother was not able to aide her father right away. He was totally giving off a deadly aura, a befitting image for the demon lord who held dominion over the darkness of the worlds. The way he was staring at Maleficent, the latter could perfectly see that her father was not really seeing her.
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