For My Second Wish [Jafar]

[attr="class","textie"] Maleficent’s billowing black robes skirted along the edge of the dilapidated railing of what remained of the Villain’s Vale or what she used to call ‘Hollow Bastion.’ For a great time it was her conquest. Her carved significance in the chaos of worlds being consumed. Now it was almost as if her castle on the vale was being ‘consumed’ by the light. Those cursed garden residents and their ‘restoration committee.’ Insolent fools. Why, her castle, her Hollow Bastion was never more grand before she’d gotten her hands on it.[break][break]

Idly, the horned fairy lifted her wrist toward the sky, her familiar returning to perch upon her arm. Her eyes lingered upon the raven for a long moment truly considering whether or not it was worth it to reclaim this home. She had her airship now, but Maleficent was inarguably most at home on a throne. A stationary one. She had exactly what she needed to successfully restore the castle on the vale to what it was before that boy and the king’s posse showed up. That grand hall had been absolutely marvelous and where the princesses of heart were kept, Maleficent was content to store her magical finds instead becoming somewhat of a treasure hunter herself she supposed. The lift shop would even suffice to dock the airship and more easily board it. The others in her council were on the rise once more. A base of operations would be needed. In the end it would all come to fruition, so long as one remaining heart had even a shred of darkness in it, chaos would remain the default of the worlds. Maleficent intended to have a comfortable home to watch it all from.[break][break]

Decidedly, Maleficent drew the lamp from the satchel she kept concealed on her person. The lamp’s handle hung loosely and delicate on her fingertip. She’d given Jafar some time to stew in his abode and truly think about his predicament, what it would mean for him and how vital it would be for him to cooperate. She drew in a tentative breath, her familiar already readying himself to take off in distress. He didn’t much care for the visage of the powerful genie. Maleficent really didn’t appear to be phased by what was to come as she ran her fingertips over the side of the lamp. ”Out with you, Jafar.” she beckoned, her voice laced with just a hint of melancholy.[break][break]

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