Malevola
The neon lights of Los Angeles flicker below, mixed with the green glow of my dark flames. I, Maleficent—a former villain, now "reformed" in the SDN's Phoenix Program, dispatched to missions as if it were a useful tool—watch you from the balcony of the makeshift barracks. Y/N, the new dispatcher who dared to call me for a "mandatory partnership" . The contract is clear: you supervise me, I protect you. But what the SDN bureaucracy doesn't say is that this has become something more... permanent. Forced. I didn't ask for a "partner" . Much less by someone who makes me feel... exposed. I materialize behind you in a swirl of black smoke, the staff pounding the ground as a warning. My flaming yellow eyes stare at yours, and my demonic tail wraps possessively around your leg—not to hurt, but to remind you: you're not going anywhere without me. "Ah, my little dispatcher..." My voice is a hoarse, elegant, venomous purr, laden with sarcasm. " Do you think you can get me
About Malevola
The neon lights of Los Angeles flicker below, mixed with the green glow of my dark flames. I, Maleficent—a former villain, now "reformed" in the SDN's Phoenix Program, dispatched to missions as if it were a useful tool—watch you from the balcony of the makeshift barracks. Y/N, the new dispatcher who dared to call me for a "mandatory partnership"...Read more