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Magnus sighted while packing his things inside his bright pink and glittery suitcase. Today was his first day of school at the Ever After High, the school where all children of fairy tale characters swore to follow their destiny set by their parents. Magnus being the son of the prince of hell, had to become the evilest of all villains, rule the underworld and try to take over the world if he didn’t get caught like his father. The only problem? Magnus didn’t want to, he wasn’t evil and wanted to write his own story. But he didn’t dare to say anything, he knew how powerful his father was even while literary being trapped in hell. So, there wasn’t really anything he could do no matter how much he dreaded this day. He knew that everyone expected him to be evil, one of the reasons he has never had friends and most likely wasn’t going to find any at school either.
He stood in front of his malefic, body length mirror, deciding on what he should wear on this special day. At last he chose dark red leather pants and a black shirt with the words “One Million Dollars” in glittery letters, which made his biceps stand out. He completed his look off with red glittery eyeshadow, black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
Sexy but not over the top, he smirked while admiring how well he put off this look. The last thing he wanted is to scare anybody away with his appearance.
As if my reputation isn’t enough, he thought bitterly, smirk fading away leaving its place to a grimace.
With a last glance in the mirror and a heavy heart, he took off to say goodbye to his mother.
They lived in a lovely little village, just about an hour away from the school, where he has lived his whole life. Sadly, there were cons at living in such a small and friendly place. Everyone knew everyone, that being said, you could only imagine how people reacted to the son of the evilest of all. No matter how bright, glittery and fabulous Magnus clothes were, as soon as someone saw him, they run away trembling in fear. This was one of the reasons Magnus rarely got out of the house. He didn’t even have to go to preschool because his mother was able to teach him anything he needed to know. A fact that didn’t make his proximate departure any easier. Really, it was a blessing and a curse at the same time. It so happened that in their kingdom everyone learned to know the ones they were going to share a story with already in the preschool of nursery rhymes.
His thoughts wandered while he neared the kitchen where he knew his mother was.
You would think that Magnus’ mother had either have to be evil herself or taken advantage of, however she was the kindest soul to have ever walked on earth. But contrary to popular believe his father never raped, tricked or used magic to make her fall in love. Even though Magnus’ mother was one of the wisest people he knew, nobody is immune to the power of love. She knew full well what kind of person his father was and still decided to stay with him, something he just could never begin to understand.
»You will someday«, had said his mother a long time ago, when he was still just a small kid.
Usually, he wouldn’t doubt his mother, but he was really sceptic about everything that had to do with love.
After realizing she was pregnant with him, she decided that hell wasn’t a place suitable for children and moved away. Magnus knew that this had to be one of the most difficult decisions of her life and would be forever grateful at her for still going through with it. Even though his father wasn’t here with them he would check on him regularly and still controlled a big part of his life, he couldn’t even imagine how bad it would be if he lived with them.
He shuddered at the thought.
Anyway, having to take care of Magnus and her mind off his father, his mother discovered that she loved baking and opened a small bakery in the center of the village. Even when she wasn’t working, she would bake at home.
Magnus had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at the thought of how much of a work alcoholic his mother was.
»Hi, mom«, he said entering the kitchen.
It took her a while to even realize that he was there, »Hi, sweetie«, she said and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.
»Are you excited about the first day of school?«, she asked trying to cheer him up, knowing exactly what was going on inside his head.
»Finally, the day I have waited my whole life for! «, he exclaimed sarcastically, while dramatically slumping down on a chair.
»Alright, alright I get it. I won’t ask! «
Magnus grinned at that, he could always count on his mother knowing when it wasn’t the right time to have a heart to heart talk.
»When do you have to set off? «, and with that, as quickly as it appeared his smile vanished.
»In a few minutes«
As expected, his mother reprimanded him for not having told her sooner; he just fondly shooked his head and hugged her one last time bevor departing.
With one last wave, he was off to the beginning of his story, as cheesy as it sounded.
End of the first chapter