FLASHBACK
“Gukasho, uhm, can I ask my father about my m-mother?” Maleficent asked out of the blue as she walked down the corridor with Gukasho. Though her face was directed forward, she was observing him through her peripheral vision. It was her second day away from Transylvania Academy.
Ever since she had accidentally killed Angelo the Faithful that night, her father had taken her from the academy to let things settle over time. According to her ever-competent father, things would eventually be alright. Of course, she didn’t believe him. Killing an angel—an offspring of a guardian angel, which was equivalent to a demon lord in rank—was no small matter.
Maleficent bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing her own stupidity. She had been sleepy and at her wit’s end when she woke up to
